Battlefield Contractor

"Free Western Sahara?" Crystal frowned slightly. The name sounds a bit like an armed group somewhere in Western Sahara. But she didn't know what these people wanted to do after taking so many hostages?

While she was thinking. A guard passed by and hit the face of the man who shouted just now with the **** of his rifle. The white man had a nosebleed shot, and half of his tooth was brutally broken. Covering his face, he fell to the ground in horror.

"No one is allowed to yell, keep quiet. Anyway, he will end." The guard who was wrapped in a turban and only showed his eyes roared.

"Sir, I think you must have misunderstood. We are not Moroccans... There must be some misunderstanding... I beg to explain to your chief..." Another man drew a gesture and explained it in blunt Arabic. .

"Shut up. We will confirm your identity. If you are a Moroccan, do you think you will live to this day?" Then the guard pushed him away roughly.

"Which person is called, Ren Anderson?" the guard shouted with a passport. "The passport shows that he is Spanish."

"I am..." A middle-aged man with brown hair stood up and said hesitantly, "I am."

"Bring me out, it's better to cooperate. I don't have too long to interrogate you, but we can still find many problems in your belongings. You have a Spanish passport and you work in a phosphate mine." Another The militants moved forward.

"Yes, I am an employee of a Spanish company... We are not military personnel... nor Moroccans..." The man looked nervous.

"But you are helping the Moroccans to extract minerals that originally belonged to the Western Saharans. This is an aggressive behavior. You have to pay for this. If you live first, write down your home address and contact information. Tell them. , Take out the ransom to redeem your life.

You must spend money to redeem your crimes against the people of Western Sahara. And the Spaniards must pay a double ransom to compensate you for the colonial crimes committed on this land. "The armed man suddenly kicked the Spaniard's stomach, and then took a bite of phlegm.

"But I'm just a civilian..." the Spaniard screamed, holding his stomach and groaning.

"You are a sinner! I asked you to pay the ransom for your sins!" With a wave of the face-covered militant, several big men with the same face-covered face immediately came and dragged the Spaniard out.

Where can the hostages dare to stop? It can only be seen that the Spaniard was dragged out by a group of big men, and the slightest resistance was a punch and kick.

"Damn they are kidnappers. They kidnapped us for money." Crystal frowned slightly, "But where did they know our identity?"

"After they arrested us, they searched and rescued all our belongings. Passports, mobile wallets, car keys and everything were found by them." Another hostage whispered.

"Damn it." Jing frowned slightly, because her belongings were gone. She originally remembered bringing a small bag with her. All her credentials and mobile phone are kept inside.

It is very possible that those things are now in the hands of these militants. The most terrible thing is that there is also a self-defense pistol inside.

These militants took the hostages out for interrogation one by one. The interrogation is actually asking them to give out their home address and contact information. So that they can blackmail the ransom.

Not long after, Crystal was also called out. A man with a turban on his face looked at the crystal and asked in a low voice, "Krista?"

"Yes, the English meaning of crystal." Crystal nodded.

The masked man nodded, "You should be the strangest among this group of people. Ordinary women have been crying a long time ago, and you can sit here and explain to me the meaning of your name. Who are you?"

"Businessman, I do a little business in Morocco." Crystal said calmly.

"We found multiple passports in your carry-on bag, from France, the United States, and even Italy and Russia. What's strange is that we can't tell whether they are real or fake.

Even if several of them are fake passports, the level of simulation is quite high, and it is almost impossible to see the authenticity. In addition, we also found a pistol in your bag. This is really a beautiful pistol. "The masked man sneered.

"The situation is unstable recently, just bring a gun to defend yourself." Crystal replied calmly.

"Self-defense pistol? This is not a lady's pistol for self-defense. No one would think that a Glock 18 pistol would be a lady's self-defense.

Usually only commandos, and special forces personnel will use such pistols. You are either a spy or a mercenary.

But there is a problem, spies will not be as public as you. Mercenaries can't afford such a good weapon. So your identity really makes me curious.

Come on, ma'am, who are you? "The masked militant asked sharply.

"If you have seen that gun, you should know that I have seen the world. So no matter how loud your voice is." Crystal shook his head, "Besides, you may not believe what I say."

"That's right. But I really want to hear how you explain your identity?" The militant sneered.

"I'm a Frenchman, an arms dealer, and a gun seller." Crystal said calmly.

"You? Still an arms dealer?" The militant couldn't help laughing. "Girl, how old are you? Do you know how deep the water is in this industry?"

"The weapon you have is an AK47, but it is not made in Russia. It is a Romanian AIM-G type. It was equipped with the Patriotic Guard in 1989. Romania produces the most popular guns. More than 200,000 guns are imported to the United States. Many but also many.

The most obvious feature is that there is a wooden fore grip under the front handguard. But the **** of your gun has been changed. The original wooden **** was rudely replaced with a Polish PMKMS type, foldable butt. "Crystal smiled coldly," And your pistol used to scare people, it looks like the former Soviet Union TT1930/1933 pistol. But it is actually an export version of the Type 54 pistol made in China. "

Although the armed man covered his face, he could still see the surprise in his eyes. "The arms dealer is still a 19-year-old female arms dealer? Do you think I am only 19 years old? There are many arms dealers in Western Sahara, but I have never heard of you."

"There are many things you haven't heard of, but things you don't know don't mean that they don't exist." Crystal calmly said.