Battlefield Contract Worker

Back at the temporary residence, Crazy Horse looked at Lin Rui and said, "Boss, what do you do next? Are you raiding those slave traders' camps?"

"You have to hurry, but you can't make things too big. This is an area controlled by the Orume Federal Army, but in fact the boss behind the scenes is a secret society organization. It's not difficult to destroy a slave trader's camp, but It is the key to find out their entire transportation route. So we have to do it, but we can't startle the snake, and tell the brothers to get ready, let's go to that village to see the situation first." Lin Rui nodded.

Compared with other African regions, Libya is actually not poor, but rather rich. Even in suburban villages, there are many buildings and smooth roads. After Lin Rui and others got there, they found that the situation was simpler than they thought. This village was not only a slave trader's camp, but also a trading market. The auction products here are not used cars, land, furniture, but living people. Most slaves start at no more than 800 Libyan dinars — the equivalent of around $600.

The whole village was originally a mule and horse market, but now it sells people. A large number of black slaves were under the custody of armed men, allowing them to buy and sell. In just a short time, Lin Rui and others witnessed a group of people being traded in a few minutes. A few young black boys looked terrified, they should be children who had just left home not long ago. Already terrified by what they've been through, they can't speak and look at everyone they meet with fear and suspicion.

Every year, thousands of refugees and migrants flock to the Libyan border, either fleeing conflict or seeking better opportunities in Europe for economic reasons. Most of them are from Africa and sell all their property to pay for their journey.

This time-honored pattern of immigration began in the last century. At the time, workers from the Middle East and Africa flocked to Libya to find opportunities in the booming oil economy—a pattern that continues to this day despite Libya's insecurity. With insecurity everywhere, people smuggling has become a mechanism for exploitation and profit.

This migration pattern is also similar to today's global migration wave. They want to reach developed countries, especially Europe, where millions of new healthcare workers are needed to serve an aging population.

Only recently, the Libyan Coast Guard's crackdown has led to fewer ships going to sea, and smugglers have taken advantage of the opportunity to become "masters" and refugees and migrants to become "slaves." The auction made people feel like they were back in slavery, the only thing missing was the shackles around their wrists and ankles. But they don't need this kind of stuff because the militants around are heavily armed and no one has a chance to escape.

Lin Rui and others were among the strangers bargaining in the village. Their arms and postures looked like the guards of some big buyers, so not many people paid attention to them. They just quietly observed the security situation around the village. Probably the slave traders didn't care about this kind of foreign invasion at all, their main focus was on the slaves. Preventing them from escaping was the priority, after all these slaves were like some kind of property to them.

The mongoose squeezed into Lin Rui from the crowd, and said in a low voice, "I made it clear, the slaves here belong to the same boss, and the armed guards are also his people, and there is a camp for slaves behind. They will transport them regularly. Some of the slaves went out, but no one knows where they went, only that they were shipped to the south."

"The desert in southern Libya is in the direction of Niger. They should have more small camps there, extending all the way to the south, and eventually forming a complete transportation route. Then radiate around this main transportation route as their Sales channels." Crazy Horse nodded, "These small camps are similar to logistics transfer stations. This slave business is big enough."

"There is one more trouble. There are too many people here, and we can't completely control everyone." Sergey whispered, "Especially there are many buyers here. Once they start, the place will definitely disappear. , and these people are likely to spread the news of the attack here."

Lin Rui whispered, "That's what I'm worried about. I originally thought it was just a closed camp, but I didn't expect their slave business to be so popular that a market has already formed. It's not impossible to move them now. But it is difficult not to leak the news. Once the news is leaked, several other camps may change their locations or temporarily evacuate. This will not only lead to the loss of our previous achievements, but may also cause the alert of the illegal uranium mine.”

Scarface whispered, "I heard just now that they are also planning to recruit guards. They should be responsible for escorting these black slaves, otherwise I will try, if I can get in, maybe I can find out their transportation routes. , and then find the uranium mine."

"They plan to recruit guards?" Lin Rui frowned, "When did it happen?"

"Just now, I saw a few Tuareg-looking people talking about this~www.readwn.com~ Libya has always had the habit of looking for Tuaregs as mercenaries, and they used these people as mercenaries. Soldiers, they usually act as bodyguards on the desert route." Scarface said in a low voice. "We might as well try it out. If they'll hire us as team escorts, then everything will be fine."

"But they are looking for Tuareg people, we are not Tuareg people." Sergey frowned.

Lin Rui was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "Go and find the machete, he is from Tuareg. Let him say hello to those mercenaries, and say let them find work elsewhere, and take the mercenaries here. Leave the job to us."

"Can this work? Although the Tuareg tribes are united, this is business after all." Crazy Horse frowned.

"It's okay. At present, the Tuareg Liberation Organization of Wiesel is very prestigious among the Tuareg people. As long as Scimitar tells him that we are friends of Wiesel, they should sell face." Lin Rui whispered, "If they really don't know each other and want to talk with their fists. Then give them some pain, let them understand who has the bigger fist, and let them get out of this village."

"I'm going to find the machete. It's best if this matter can be resolved normally. After all, we have a pretty good relationship with the Tuareg people." Crazy Horse nodded. He found the machete in the crowd and explained the situation to him in a low voice. Scimitar looked at Lin Rui and nodded, made a clear gesture, and turned to find those Tuareg mercenaries to discuss the matter.

(End of this chapter)