Battlefield Contract Worker

Black hawker

The US military's largest joint flintlock exercise in Africa was held as scheduled. Troops from various countries gathered at the exercise grounds to conduct cooperative drills.

As expected by Lin Rui and others before, the items of the exercise were carried out strictly according to the schedule.

On Tuesday, personnel within the base began to be transferred to participate in their respective exercise programs.

By Wednesday, most of the U.S. military and some Trident security personnel had left the base.

On Thursday, more U.S. troops took part in the exercise at the base, and the base's original defense force was suddenly cut in half.

On one of the outer streets of the base, a black man in plain clothes stood in an unobtrusive corner.

He looked indistinguishable from a local who was hanging out. Black people like this can be encountered almost every day on every street.

But this black man was different. He had a communicator hidden in his sleeve. Seeing that no one was around, he pretended to wipe his face with his sleeve, but he was actually making a wireless call.

"The U.S. military has left. Ten minutes ago, the last vehicle they participated in the exercise drove out of the base." The black man lowered his voice.

A hidden micro communicator, a voice came from the headset, "Report the security situation of the US military base."

"I have been observing for ten minutes, and there is no abnormal sign. All personnel are business as usual. It seems that the security level has not been lowered, but it has not been deliberately increased. Everything remains the same as before." The black man whispered.

The communicator was silent for a while, and then came the voice again, "Keep staring."

"How long do you need to watch?" the black man said in a low voice, "I should have reported it ten minutes ago. It was because of your request that I stared here for ten more minutes.

Do you want me to keep waiting? It's okay to wait, you at least have to give me some time, right? "

The voice in the communicator was unmistakable, "Continue to stare, and don't leave without my permission. I will notify you when the surveillance will be lifted."

"Understood, it's over." The black man took the sleeve of the communication headset from his ear. He turned around and picked up a basket from the ground next to him, and squatted down on the street.

The angle he chose was very clever, not facing the gate of the US military base, but facing away from it.

But he can pass. The glass of the roadside buildings reflects light, clearly seeing the condition of the US military base.

Apparently he was also a trained, professional surveillance officer. He knows how to hide himself and how to do his job in hiding.

For more than two hours, with a basket in front of him, the black man disguised as a hawker did not move.

Occasionally he also does business with a few customers, the rest of the time more. He just sat on the ground with the basket in front of him, which contained some local fruits.

After a large number of US troops left, the base seemed particularly quiet. The time has come to noon, and the sun has become more intense.

The black hawker selling fruit was dazed by the sun. But even so, he still pays attention to the movement of the base from time to time.

Finally, a shock came from the black hawker's sleeve. The peddler looked around vigilantly, then grabbed the sleeve and put it to his ear, pretending to use the sleeve to wipe the sweat off his face.

"I'm... the current situation is normal, and there is no obvious change in the US military. Yes, the security situation is still the same as before." He whispered through the wireless earphones hidden in his sleeves.

"Stay there, don't move. In five minutes, someone will come to the side of the road where you set up your stall, and this person will grab your basket and run towards the US military base.

You have to scream for help and let everyone know you've been robbed. But don't chase it yourself, get it? "The person in the communicator whispered.

"Understood, but what else do I need to do?" the black man asked in a low voice.

"You don't need to do anything, just do what I told you. In addition, after the communication is over, throw away the communicator. Your mission is over, you can evacuate yourself." The person in the communicator whispered road.

The black man looked around, there were only a few sparse people on the street. The recent terrorist attack happened near this street, so there have been a lot fewer people on the street these days.

The black man looked down at the basket in front of him. The unknown fruit in it was the cheapest kind of fruit in the area.

He couldn't help but want to complain a little, these **** of the red tide don't pay attention to details at all, who would **** such cheap fruit?

But then his expression changed. He suddenly realized that perhaps it was the people in the Red Tide Squad who thought that the problem might be seen.

The red tide asked a team member to come over, **** his cheap fruits, and then run towards the base.

Combined with his loud cry for help, the guards at the base must have thought something was wrong.

With the lessons learned from the terrorist attacks a few days ago, the guards at these bases are bound to be on edge.

Seeing a person holding a basket of fruits, desperately rushed to the base. These guards will definitely come forward to stop it. In the event of failure to dissuade, the guards are bound to shoot.

And once they open fire, all attention will be directed to the door of this base. Elsewhere will be ignored.

These Crimson Tide Squad members are trying to use themselves to attract attention. The black peddler cursed to himself, and immediately took down the hidden communication device.

There's bound to be quite a commotion about this, and there's a good chance he'll be interrogated as well. If he is found, he is still carrying communication equipment, it will be a big trouble.

The black peddler immediately took down the hidden communication device before anyone noticed. I dug a shallow soil hole with my hands and buried the communication equipment in it~www.readwn.com~ and covered it with soil.

After all of this, the black hawker continued to sit there and continue to do business with pretense.

At this time, a thin black young man passed by the road. He was wearing a red vest and had bare feet.

Just as he passed the stall of the black hawker, the black man in the red vest stopped and briefly talked to the black hawker.

Probably want to ask the price of these fruits. Black hawkers have also been notified long ago, knowing that all this is acting, the goal is to attract security personnel in the base.

So he didn't panic and communicated with the black man calmly. A burst of simple haggling.

The black man in the red vest. Probably because the price was not negotiated, I stood up a little annoyed. But as soon as he got up, he grabbed the hawker's basket and ran away with it.

The black peddler seemed to be caught off guard. He was sitting on the ground. Seeing that the basket was snatched away, he couldn't catch up even if he got up. Can only shout in place - "robbery."

(End of this chapter)