Battlefield Contractor

Lin Rui connected Vitalk.

In the video communication, Vitalk looked a little bit more energetic than some time ago.

"It seems that your debt problem has been solved." Lin Rui teased.

"Forget it, you are not here to help me solve the debt problem. Just say something." Vitalk waved his hand.

"It's like this. How much do you know about the terrorist attack in Djibouti?" Lin Rui asked.

"I didn't do it anyway. I don't care about it now. My debt has just been settled, and a bunch of brothers are waiting for dinner." Vitalk shook his head.

"You bastard, you're completely bad, you know?" Lin Rui smiled and shook his head, "let's talk, how much do you want?"

"In business, I'm doing business. Even if we have a little personal relationship, business is business." Vitalk held out two fingers. "Friendly price."

"You are crazy, so dare you ask me two hundred thousand?" Lin Rui said in amazement.

"Information is priceless, it just depends on the demand." Vitalk winked at him.

"Well, it depends on whether your information is worth the price." Lin Rui finally sighed.

Vitalk smiled and said, "A few days ago, there was an arms dealer who did a big business in Djibouti.

It contains a large number of C4s and a large number of weapons.

You know, private guns are not allowed in Djibouti.

So when these weapons were shipped in, the arms dealer opened up a lot of joints. I also happened to know the news.

I originally thought that such a big business might be a special purpose for a certain country’s military.

You know that the means by which major powers raise opposition forces in African countries is usually to give money to weapons, and to provide training and the like.

I originally thought it was a similar situation this time. But then I found out that the situation was not quite right.

It was a lesser-known guerrilla faction who took over this shipment.

But soon the goods were transported away again, back and forth several times. "

"Back and forth?" Lin Rui frowned.

"Yes, it was transferred many times and finally returned to Djibouti. At that time, I felt it was not easy.

Usually there is only one possibility for such an operation.

That is used for terrorist attacks, making it difficult to trace the source of the weapon. "Vitak replied.

"Do you have any news about these people?" Lin Rui asked.

Vitalk thought for a while, "Yes, this group of people is a branch of the Jihadist League, the Sahelian Fighting Group.

These people arrived in Djibouti two weeks ago and have been working in secret.

I can be sure that the weapons used in this bombing attack were provided by them. "

"It's not just weapons, but also technology. Sausage discovered the explosive vest used by the attacker, and the technology used is that of the Jihad Alliance." Lin Rui nodded.

"This is interesting. The Jihadist Alliance has always claimed to engage in trouble during the exercise, and it seems to be the case now.

But what good is this for them, and why should they do it? "

Vitalk shook his head, "I can't figure it out, to be honest, if they do this, it won't do them any good.

The Jihadist Alliance is indeed very arrogant, but it has not reached the point of blatantly attacking the US military.

Especially during the military exercises, many countries participated. It is not wise for them to engage in trouble at this time. "

"Where are these people? I need an address." Lin Rui asked, "Can you find it before tomorrow morning?"

"I can give it to you now." Vitalk smiled.

"So, you are already investigating them?" Lin Rui frowned.

"You know, I'm in an intelligence business. This kind of abnormality is a business opportunity for me." Vitalk replied.

Lin Rui paid a sum of money directly to Vitalk without saying a word.

"Now you can tell, don't fool me. What I gave is real money, and you'd better make sure that your news is reliable." Lin Rui looked at him and said.

Vitalk confirmed the amount received, then turned his head and said, "A hospital in the suburbs..."

In the evening, Lin Rui and a small group of mercenaries entered the Barbara district of Djibouti.

The night view of this place at night is indeed somewhat unique, with neon lights flashing, and buildings scattered high and low.

Although the streets are pits and bumps, there are endless chants along the street, and the various commodities displayed in the windows are also dazzling.

Bars can be seen everywhere, black girls soliciting guests are exposed, **** and bare arms.

It is said that on weekends, French soldiers can have fun at will. It was originally a French colony, and there were still French soldiers garrisoned at that time.

It is also a place where the rich and the poor are disparity, there are Somali refugees, Ethiopian buskers, the roar of the sea, and the roar of ships.

Under the seeming chaos, everything is developing according to its own rules. This is the third world.

The city of Djibouti is divided into two parts by a path similar to that of a river, the main Barbara area, the container terminal and the new Dohaley port on the west, and the current central area of ​​the city on the east.

There is no doubt that this path is a clear geographic boundary. Djiboutians call the Barbara District SuburbanTown, a suburb of the city.

The Barbara District is a marginalized and marginalized area in Djibouti’s colonial history. To a certain extent, it also means that Djiboutians resisted and compromised the colonial rule.

From the 1960s to the early 1980s, the colonial authorities set up a military boundary along that path to encircle the eastern area.

Before and after Djibouti’s independence, this border has existed for 16 years. The eastern side of the border is the core area of ​​the colony in the true sense. There are the Yadzi Railway and two roads to enter. "Illegal" cross-border people will be shot by the military kill.

The influence of the core area continues to this day, forming the central area of ​​the current Djibouti city.

The colonists tried to define the identity of the Djiboutians through this boundary, artificially control the composition of the population, distinguish and try to solve some long-standing social and political problems.

However, this approach intensified social contradictions, stirred up social unrest and accelerated the end of French colonial rule.

The overall terrain here is tens of meters to hundreds of meters higher than the eastern city center area.

From a distance, you can see houses in uneven conditions, including small residential buildings with two or three floors, and tin sheds covered by rags.

Although there are contiguous refugee sheds in some remote areas, most of the houses on both sides of the street are ordinary masonry houses.

Occasionally, simple refugee houses appear, attached to the shadowy corners of these houses, and there are some three or four-story small buildings that seem to be of good quality, probably belonging to the local middle class.

In the street vendors and facade houses on both sides of the street, grocery shops, fruit stalls, clothing stores, communication stores and language training points alternately appeared.

Near the central location there is also a tract of livestock trading market. This area has not undergone too detailed planning, so the layout is rather messy.

On a ramp, Lin Rui and others saw a small-scale hospital with a decent environment, which is considered a good hospital in Djibouti.

"That's it." Lin Rui made a gesture.