Battlefield Contractor

"You want me to believe that you are an arms dealer? Is there any evidence other than recognizing a few guns?" the armed man frowned.

"You must have to deal with various arms dealers. Let me guess who is supplying you?

One-eyed Roy? This guy is one of the biggest arms dealers in this film. However, this little business of yours, he certainly looks down on it.

In addition to him, Fat Roger or Daddy Gillot may do your business, because in addition to large arms, they also carry out small transactions with zero buying and selling.

Call any one of them and ask me to say a few words to them, and they will help me prove my identity. "Crystal said calmly.

"It seems that you know a lot of people." The front militant nodded, "According to you, I believe it a little bit. But since you appear on the Moroccan territory, it means that you are talking to They do business.

The Moroccans are the invaders who invade our country. Do you know our attitude towards those who cooperate with the Moroccans? "

"Tell me, is it beheaded or shot? I think it should be neither. Killing me will not do you any good. You are just trying to make some money from me." Crystal shook his head. "It's a pity that you made a wrong calculation. I don't have a family. I do everything by myself.

If you let me go, I can discuss with Daddy Gillot and give you a batch of arms. Anyway, you asked for a ransom, which is also used to exchange arms. Why don't you save some time? "

"Just because you are a little girl, Daddy Gillot will listen to you? This old guy is famously shrewd. Even if I tied his own daughter, he can't give me any discount." The militant shook his head. "Besides, I don't believe what you just said."

"You asked me to say it just now, and after you said it, you didn't believe it. Then what do you want to do?" Crystal frowned.

"I suspect that you asked me to call Daddy Gillot to release the news so that people know that you are in our hands." The militant sneered.

"Then you ask me to show my address to inform my family, isn't it also to let people know that I am in your hands?

Just like everyone locked up here, if their families do not confirm that the hostages are in your hands, how can they pay the ransom? This is the first time I have seen a kidnapper like you.

Other kidnappers are trying to let others know that the hostages are under their control, but you want to keep it secret? What's the point of your kidnapping? "Crystal disdainfully said.

"How do we do it is not your turn to teach me." The masked militant became angry and slapped her face with a slap.

Crystal raised his head and looked at the militant, "From childhood to adulthood, no one dared to beat me, but everyone who beat me would die miserably."

"Damn! This chick is arrogant enough, let me teach her how to behave?" A guard beside the masked fighter suddenly grabbed a stick.

"Stop it." The front militant stopped the guard. "This chick's identity is not simple, it's better not to cause trouble. Find a way to inquire and see if the old Gillot knows such a person.

If she is really an arms dealer, she should be worth a lot. Take her down first, and wait to find out who she is, we have time to clean her up. "

The guard nodded, put away the stick, and said fiercely to the crystal, "First let you go, but don't think that's the end. We have 100 ways to make a little girl like you die."

"Huh... I don't think you know how to die?" Crystal said coldly. She was pushed by the guard and locked in a separate cell.

After being locked in, Crystal moved his hands and feet. I observed this cell. The cell was built of sand and had thick walls. Only this small window was tightly sealed by iron railings.

After a while, the guard walked in and pushed in a jug from beside the iron fence. There was a small amount of water in the jug. Obviously, these people didn't want her to die too soon before receiving the ransom.

Crystal picked up the pitcher, but did not drink. After thinking about it, she put the pitcher near the window. Then he touched his hair a few times and found a very thin hairpin.

She straightened the hairpin carefully, and then looked at the lock outside the iron fence. With this small hair clip, she can completely pry the lock open with her ability. But she was not eager to do so. When she was very young, her father Aladdin was teaching her how to survive.

The first point of survival is to stay calm. Don't act rashly when you are not sure. Now she didn't know where she was, or how many armed guards there were outside.

What's more, there is a desert outside. Even if she escaped from the cell, she didn't know where to go. If you act rashly, even if you can escape here, you will die of thirst and starve in the desert.

Crystal straightened the hairpin and slowly rubbed it on his hair. The iron wire repeatedly rubs against the hair in the same direction, it will produce magnetism, and it can indicate the north pole when hanging.

This kind of magnetism is not very strong, and it needs to be rubbed again after a period of time to increase the magnetism. After rubbing, she used a small piece of wood to float the hairpin wire into the water.

After roughly distinguishing, Crystal frowned slightly. She realized that she might be in the depths of the desert of Western Sahara. Without foreign aid, it may be difficult to escape on your own.

But she was not desperate, because she knew that as long as Zhao Jianfei was still there, she would definitely try to find herself. All that is needed now is to live as much as possible.

The identity of the arms dealer she just fabricated was half-truth, because she was indeed a big arms dealer, and the pseudonym and false identity used were well documented.

For a while, these militants should not be able to see through their true identity. This will buy myself some time. Crystal calmly ate a little food and drank a little water.

Although the food is cold and hard, the water may not be fresh. But she understands very well that in this case, she must maintain sufficient physical strength.

There was also much calmer in the nearby cells. Most of the hostages have accepted the fact that they have been kidnapped, knowing that yelling is of no avail, but will be severely beaten by the guards.

Only some women were hiding in the corner and crying, and most men were also downcast.

Crystal thought about it carefully. If these terrorists want to get their family's contact address, it will definitely take some time to send the email.

It will take some time for those family members to raise enough money. So at least during this time, they are still safe.