Battlefield Contractor

A few days later, Lin Rui and others came to Sirte in Libya. Although it was once the main battlefield during the Libyan war, and various facilities were destroyed, it can be seen that everything is recovering in an orderly manner.

There are almost no traces of war in most places. The people on the street seemed calm and peaceful.

"Damn it. This place is good, isn't it saying that Libya is at war?" Sergey looked at Lin Rui.

"The battlefield is not here, but in Tripoli. Maybe this is where Harris is brilliant.

At a time when the Libyan National Army and the National Unity Government were fighting inconveniently, he showed his management methods. There is no war here, only recovery after the war.

If he does this, the people will love him more. Those big powers also know in their hearts that they don't want a scarred Libya.

In their view, only those who have the ability to stabilize and develop this country are qualified to represent their interests. So far, Harris has done it right.

Whether it is Russia, the United States, France or other influential countries, they all have a good impression of him. "Lin Rui replied.

"It's not possible, he is the son of Gaddafi after all." Sergei shook his head.

"Although this guy has a Gaddafi surname, from another aspect, this surname is very appealing to Libyans. And you should never underestimate those big countries that can affect the situation in Libya. For them, there is no Eternal enemies, only eternal interests.

They destroyed Gaddafi, but that doesn't mean they can't support his son to the upper ranks. Lin Rui shook his head.

"Well, where are we going?" Sergey asked. "Are we going to Harris?"

"Yes, we can't meet him in his mansion. This will be a private and secret meeting. After all, our contact with him is best kept secret for now." Lin Rui lowered his voice.

"But why is this?" Sergey asked somewhat puzzled.

"This is also Silver Wolf's arrangement. The more concealed our contact with him, the more we can conceal our previous whereabouts. And now many private military companies are staring at the fat piece of Libya.

But they all set their sights on the Libyan National Army, or on the National Unity Government, the opponent of the Libyan National Army.

Although few people will place their bets on this Harris, it cannot be ruled out that some people of insight have already seen this step. So our contact with Harris is kept low-key, which can avoid a lot of trouble. "Lin Rui replied.

"You mean, avoid someone coming to grab business." Sergey hesitated.

"Yes. Libya is a big piece of fat. Whoever can control Libya will control Libya's oil resources. If other private military companies see Harris's potential, they will definitely cooperate with him at all costs.

This is a potential big benefactor. Think about how much money did private military companies and various mercenaries make with the Gaddafi government during Gaddafi's time? "Lin Rui smiled slightly, "This is a big deal. "

"I understand." Sergey nodded, "We are equivalent to investing in advance. First sign the contract with Harris, and when he is up and running, we can recover the investment."

"Correct." Lin Rui nodded.

"But where are we going? Just strolling in this old town, can you meet Harris?" Sergey couldn't help asking.

"Of course not. Let's go to the port area. Silver Wolf has already arranged an appointment with Harris for us. The specific location is in Warehouse B06." Lin Rui replied.

After half an hour they arrived at the port area of ​​Sirte, which is an affiliated warehouse of one of the large freight terminals.

Lin Rui looked at the number on the door of the warehouse, nodded and said, "This is it."

As soon as he finished saying this, several groups of armed soldiers suddenly rushed out nearby and surrounded them all.

An officer in camouflage uniform walked over and whispered a few words to some of the soldiers.

The soldiers walked away nervously, and carefully checked Lin Rui and others to make sure they were not carrying weapons.

"We don't have any weapons. We are here to discuss business, not to fight." Lin Rui shook his head.

"Our boss is right, we are here to see your boss." Sergey said without shame.

But the few Libyan soldiers didn't buy his account at all, and immediately delivered the gunpoint. When Sergey saw the gun, he closed his mouth sensibly.

But in fact, it was not the threats of these soldiers that had an effect, but Lin Rui was just turning his head to look at him.

At some point, Lin Rui's look in the matter of making Sergey shut up was indeed more useful than a few guns.

The officer saw them nodded, "Who among you is Rick."

"I am." Lin Rui nodded.

"You are Rick Lane?" The officer looked at him hesitantly.

"Although this pronunciation is not very accurate, many people call it that way. The name is, but it's just a code name. You can call it whatever you want." Lin Rui nodded.

"You can go in, others have to stay." The officer would wave his hand.

"The reason?" Lin Rui frowned and asked.

"Chief Harris wants to see you, but you can only see you alone. Just in case, these palms of yours must stay here as hostages.

In case you do anything unusual, we will shoot them. As far as I know, Rick Lane loves his men very much and shouldn't take risks with his life. We are forced to do this. "

"I think we have made it clear before that we are here to negotiate with Harrison. Even in this case, do you suspect that I will be against Harris?" Lin Rui asked.

"It's not necessarily true. Those of you from private military companies can do things for us today, and they may do things for our enemies tomorrow.

Just in case, we can only do this. Mr. Rick, please come in. Officer Harris has been waiting for a long time. The officer made a gesture to Lin Rui, "I hope you don't do unwise actions." "

Lin Rui turned his head and glanced at him, "I also hope you don't do unwise actions. Otherwise, even Harris will not be able to save you."

The officer waved his hand and asked the soldiers to make way. Lin Rui strode into the warehouse.

Inside this seemingly ordinary and dilapidated warehouse, it has been cleaned and covered with carpets with Arabic characteristics. Food and drinks were even set aside.

Harris sat there alone, dressed casually, sitting on the carpet in a very relaxed posture.