Battlefield Contractor

Located in the center of Kaicheng District, it is composed of thousands of individual shops distributed in dozens of small streets, many of which can be traced back centuries. The roads of the .dt.com market are narrow and intricate like a labyrinth. The streets are crowded with small shops, mainly selling gold and silver jewelry, copper plates, stone carvings, leather goods, fabrics, antiques, and other traditional Egyptian handicrafts.

There are no wide streets here, many are under noble stone vaults. The bazaar is a shady place under the sun, with hundreds of stalls. But obviously there are fewer businesses here, and the war has displaced many people.

There are not many businesses, but many customers, because there are always only a few people who can escape the war. Lin Rui walked among the crowd, his eyesight was very keen. It was easy to find a shop because there were several armed men wandering around the door and nearby with weapons.

On the surface, it is a shop dealing in copper utensils, but it is certainly not that simple inside. Lin Rui bowed his head and walked in, but was quickly stopped by someone. A man with a beard stopped him and asked him in a low voice.

Lin Rui frowned and said in his slightly crappy English, "Do you speak English?"

The big man frowned at him and shouted into the shop.

Walking out of it was a middle-aged man. Lin Rui communicated with him in English, "What do you need?"

"Equipment." Lin Rui patted the gun on his body.

The middle-aged man frowned Lin Rui and motioned to the man beside him to put away his gun, "Chinese or Japanese?"

"Chinese." Lin Rui nodded.

The middle-aged man's expression eased a little, and he tilted his head to Lin Rui, motioning Lin Rui to follow him inside. Lin Rui nodded and followed him in. Yelena frowned and put away her gun on the height of a khaki building in the distance. Lin Rui had already stepped out of her sight, which made her a little uneasy.

Immediately after Lin Rui entered, a strong man took the gun from his hand and drew the dagger fixed on his leg. Lin Rui calmly cooperated with his actions before being taken to the room inside.

This room is more like a warehouse, with a strong smell of maintenance grease. The shelves on both sides are full of guns and various ammunition.

"What do you need?" The middle-aged man said sharply.

"Communication equipment, satellite phone." Lin Rui said slowly.

The middle-aged man frowned and said indifferently, "I only have guns and weapons here. Our guns are very good. We have Chinese AK, which is more reliable and cheaper than yours. We also have RPG rocket launchers, but they are more expensive. "

"This is called a Type 56 submachine gun in China. And your gun is not made in China, it should be an AK imitation of other countries. The Type 56 receiver made in China should be stamped, and this is a milling receiver, so the weight ratio It is made in China.” Lin Rui fiddled with the gun handed to him by the middle-aged man, and then returned it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was a little helpless, "So, what else do you need."

"I want a satellite phone." Lin Rui said calmly.

"You won't be a member of the government army?" the middle-aged man said suspiciously.

Lin Rui smiled, "Do you think I am a Syrian?"

The middle-aged man went up and down him, and then whispered, "If this is the case, I have something that you might be interested in."

Lin Rui nodded. The middle-aged man dragged out a box, took out a few things from it, and placed them in front of Lin Rui.

"What's this?" Lin Rui frowned and pointed to a heavy mobile phone, which seemed to have blood stains that had not been completely wiped off.

"An Iridium phone with satellite network function. This is an authentic American product." The middle-aged man said sharply, "If you really need it, maybe this is your best choice."

"Can it still be used?" Lin Rui frowned.

"No problem. We bought it from a few Westerners." The middle-aged man slowly said, "If you want, you can take it away for twenty thousand dollars."

"This thing is actually going to sell for twenty thousand dollars?" Lin Rui smiled bitterly.

"Hey, this is American. I know that Chinese products will be cheaper, but there are no products. And now because the communication transmission is damaged, this thing is very tight. Who can tell when this **** communication will be restored? Who can guarantee that after a few days of recovery, it will not be interrupted again? But with this thing, you can talk to your relatives and friends abroad. Twenty thousand dollars is worth the money." The middle-aged man said sharply.

Lin Rui frowned, "Can I try it?"

"No." The middle-aged man shook his head.

"But if I can't try it, how can I know that this thing will work?" Lin Rui pretended to be puzzled.

"This is the rule. I can't try anything here. You and I even have an RPG rocket launcher here. If the trial is allowed, isn't I going to be blown up here? So I can't try anything here, rule. It's the rules and must not be changed." The middle-aged man shook his head.

Lin Rui smiled, "Alright, then I'll take it outside and try it out."

"I think you didn't understand, you have to pay if you take it." The middle-aged man said with a deep face, "I don't care who you are."

"It's a pity that I have no money, and I don't want to give it." Lin Ruinian said calmly, "because my money is soaked in blood. In addition to others, there is also my own. I will not The hard-earned money is used to kill innocent extremists. Of course, you can also understand it as robbery."

When the middle-aged man's face changed, he was about to shout, but Lin Rui raised his hand and put a palm on his throat. There was a crisp sound, and the middle-aged man's eyes widened, as if he could not believe it, but his head slowly dropped. The body slumped down.

Lin Rui put away the phone, took two Uzi submachine guns from the shelf beside him, and walked out with full magazines.

The armed men at the door saw Lin Rui come out, but did not see the middle-aged boss, and immediately knew it was not good. But as soon as he raised the gun, the Uzi submachine gun in Lin Rui's hand had already fired. The short submachine gun expelled flames that exceeded the length of the gun body.

The militant was knocked down on the spot, Lin Rui immediately bowed his head and retrieved his gun and dagger. Hearing the sudden sound of gunfire, there was a commotion outside the shop. The militants wandering around were alarmed and immediately gathered in Lin Rui's direction.

At this time, the sound of a sniper rifle came from the dirt wall of the distant building. An militant trying to surround the shop was shot headshot and blood was splashed on the spot. Yelena squatted on a high place and made a gesture to Fan Jiannan.

Fan Jiannan nodded and walked out from the door of the shop in stride, but the Uzi submachine gun in his hand shot to the right without hesitation. The two militants who had just poked their heads out from the fruit stall were shot and killed on the spot. The blood and fruit juice were mixed drippingly, and they couldn't tell what was what.

Without looking back, Lin Rui strode into the nearest alley.