Battlefield Contract Worker

Hidden forces

Lin Rui connected Vitak.

In the video communication, Vitak looked a little more energetic than before.

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

"Forget it, you're not here to help me with the debt problem. Just say something." Vitak 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 my brothers are waiting to eat." Vitak shook his head.

"You bastard, you've gone completely bad, you know?" Lin Rui shook his head with a smile, "Tell me, how much?"

"In commerce and business, I'm in business. Even if we have a little personal acquaintance, business is business." Vitak stretched out two fingers. "Friendship price."

"You're crazy, you dare to ask me 200,000 yuan?" Lin Rui said in surprise.

"Intelligence is priceless, it just depends on demand." Vitak winked at him.

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

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

It contains a slew of C4s and a ton of weapons.

You know, private ownership of guns is not allowed in Djibouti.

Therefore, when this batch of weapons was brought in, the arms dealer opened up a lot of joints. I also happened to know the news.

Originally, I thought that such a big business might be a special purpose for the military of a certain country.

You know the means by which big powers build up opposition forces in African countries, usually by giving money for weapons and providing training and the like.

I thought it would be similar this time. But then I found out that things weren't quite right.

It was a guerrilla faction that took over the shipment.

But soon the cargo was transported away again, and it was tossed back and forth several times. "

"Back and forth?" Lin Rui frowned.

"Yes, after multiple transfers, and finally back to Djibouti. At the time, I felt that it was not easy.

Usually, there is only one possibility for such an operation.

That is used in 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.

Vitak thought for a while, "Yes, these people are a branch of the Jihad Alliance, the Sahel Fighting Group.

The men arrived in Djibouti two weeks ago and have been operating covertly.

I am certain that the weapons used in this bombing attack were provided by them. "

"It's not just weapons, but also technology. Sausage found the self-destructing vest used by the attackers, and the technology used was from the Jihad Alliance." Lin Rui nodded.

"That's interesting. The jihadist alliance has been claiming to be making trouble during the exercise, and it seems to be the case now.

But what good is it for them and why would they do it? "

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

The jihadist alliance is indeed very arrogant, but it has not reached the point of openly attacking the US military.

Especially during the military exercise, many countries are involved. It is not wise for them to make 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." Vitak smiled.

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

"You know, I'm in the intelligence business, and this abnormality is a business opportunity for me," Vitak replied.

Without saying a word, Lin Rui directly transferred a sum of money to Vitak.

"You can say it now, don't play tricks on me. What I give is real money, you'd better make sure your news is reliable." Lin Rui looked at him and said.

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

In the evening, Lin Rui and a small team of mercenaries entered Barbara District in Djibouti.

This place does have some unique features when looking at the night scene at night, with neon lights flashing and buildings scattered in different heights.

Although the street is full of potholes, there are endless cries of hawking along the street, and various goods displayed in the window are also dazzling.

Bars can be seen everywhere, and the black girls who are soliciting customers are exposed, bare-chested and bare-armed.

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

This is also a place where there is a huge disparity between the rich and the poor. There are Somali refugees, Ethiopian entertainers, the roar of the sea, and the roar of ships.

Under the seemingly chaos, everything develops according to its own rules. This is the third world.

The city of Djibouti is divided into two parts by a path similar to a river rushing through it, the main Barbara area, the container terminal and the new Doha Lei port to the west, and the current central area of ​​the city to the east.

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

Barbara District is an excluded and marginalized area in Djibouti's colonial history, which also means Djiboutians' struggle and compromise against colonial rule to a certain extent.

From the 1960s to the early 1980s, colonial authorities established a military border encircling the eastern area along that path.

Before and after Djibouti's independence, this border existed for 16 years. The east side of the border was the real colonial core area, accessible by the Aji railway and two roads, and "illegal" cross-borderers would be shot by the military kill.

The influence of the core area has continued to this day, forming the central area of ​​Djibouti.

The colonists tried to define Djiboutian identity through this border, artificially control the population composition, differentiate 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 east side of the city center~www.readwn.com~ From a distance, you can see a lot of houses with uneven conditions, with two or three floors. Residential buildings also have iron sheds covered with rags.

Although some remote areas also have tragic and silent contiguous refugee shacks, most of the houses on both sides of the street are ordinary houses built of bricks and stones.

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

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

There is also a large livestock market near the central location. This area has not been carefully planned, so the layout is rather messy.

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

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

(End of this chapter)