Battlefield Contractor

A black man looked at Lin Rui with a provocative expression in his eyes, "Look at who this is, is there another masked lady?"

The black guard saw Lin Rui standing there without moving, and there was no weapon in his hand, and gradually became arrogant. He walked over with the AK47 and said viciously, "Are you looking for trouble? Did anyone tell you whose site this is? I sit back, you **** mercenary. You want to stand up for them, thinking you are courageous? I have a gun in my hand."

"Only people who are incapable can be bold with guns." Lin Rui said calmly, "But in fact, guns are guns, and courage is courage."

The black man laughed with several other black guards, "You have the courage? That's fine, then why don't you use your fist to shoot my gun."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Rui's fist had already hit his face. The black man's face instantly deformed, his nose collapsed, his teeth flew out with the saliva, and then he fell straight down. The faces of the black guards nearby changed suddenly, and they just wanted to do something, but found that Lin Rui was looking at them coldly. His eyes were not sharp, but he was cold into the bones.

These guards, no one dared to make further moves. Lin Rui slowly turned around and saluted the Tuareg people behind him. The Tuagre people also put away their knives and humbly responded.

Leading the man in blue robe, patted Lin Rui, "Let's go, let's go outside."

"Hold on!" The armed guards who reacted were so angry that they stood in front of them. Several people all had guns in their hands, staring at Lin Rui and the Tuaregs. "No one wants to leave!"

Lin Rui turned around calmly, "You'd better be grateful for my departure. If you leave me, you know what the consequences will be?"

The armed guards glanced at each other and suddenly screamed in panic. They found that each other's bodies were full of red spots, which were red light beams of laser pointers, hitting the red spots formed on their chests and foreheads. These weapons come from outside the window, outside the door, and even inside the pub room. The mercenaries around in twos and threes were all armed with guns. As long as these armed guards move slightly, they can be beaten into holes.

Although the armed guards in these towns are also local snakes, they are usually accustomed to evil, but they are all stupid for a while.

"You better stay away." Lin Rui said slowly, then turned and waved to the man in the blue robe, "Since we are not welcome here, then we might as well change the place."

The Tuareg leader also nodded and withdrew from the tavern with them. Came to a clearing outside the town. Other Tuaregs also camped here.

The sand dunes in the distance are undulating, like an unpredictable ocean, and rugged marble and obsidian occasionally appear on the sand surface, like extinct ancient marine creatures. This remote corner of the Sahara Desert is full of deserts and salt pans. These Tuareg warriors haunt this land. There are always rumors outside that cruelty and treachery are the nature of the Tuaregs. They often rob merchants who hire them as bodyguards and even launch surprise attacks on their allies.

But everyone knows that they are the masters of this desert. The Tuaregs, originally sturdy nomads, have controlled the lucrative caravan trade for the past few centuries, buying and selling gold, spices and slaves. Although they are now divided, they are still the people who know the desert best.

They camped on the sand a few miles away, hid the dilapidated truck under the low acacia tree, washed their hands and faces for evening prayer, and then a group of six or seven set up a tent behind the sand dunes. Light a bonfire. Some people continue to barbecue, sing around the fire, drink tea, and tell stories.

"Weisser, this is Weisser, are you mercenaries?" The man in the blue robe pushed the roasted meat to Lin Rui.

"Yes." Lin Rui nodded.

He smiled with a few people next to him, "We have also been mercenaries." He told Lin Rui that his tribe had been hired to fight for Gaddafi, and he himself was injured when he participated in a battle. Sitting next to him was a man with broad shoulders, playing with a machine gun. He studied engineering at a university in Nigeria and dropped out to join the Libyan war. "How can I sit in the classroom and study when the Tuareg brothers are fighting in blood?"

"Oh?" Lin Rui said with some interest, "Have you ever fought in Libya?"

Wiesel nodded, "There are many people here who have been trained in military camps in Libya. When we were teenagers, we heard on the radio that Gaddafi advised us to go to Libya, saying that he could help them for themselves. However, shortly after joining Gaddafi’s training camp, we discovered that the dictator was only using us. Some Tuaregs were sent to fight in Lebanon, while others helped the Libyan army invade Chad. .

However, this use is also mutual-Tuareg from Mali and Niger have also repeatedly stole weapons from Libyan military camps and used them to fight their own government. "

"So, no wonder I don't think you are like ordinary people." Lin Rui nodded.

Wiesel sighed, "A few years ago, when the domestic protests in Libya reached their peak, Gaddafi quietly sent people to Niger and Mali to recruit mercenaries to Tuareg who were willing to serve his regime. Xu Yi is paid a high salary of one thousand dollars a day. We are all tempted, but the war caused several of my elders and brothers to stay there."

Lin Rui nodded, mercenary is a terrible job. When Lin Rui asked about the Maghreb organization, Wiesel was a little helpless, "I know them. Several tribes have joined them. They have also recruited our people. But we did not agree. Because of them. Not keeping promises. We want to fight for the benefit of our people, but they are just for themselves, just want us to help them fight."

Lin Rui looked at him and said, "I need to find those people's camps, one of which is holding some Russians. Our task this time is to rescue them."

"It's not easy. They have a lot of people? And they are hiding in the desert." Wiesel shook his head.

"Do you know where they are hiding? I can pay you." Lin Rui looked at him.

"I'm not sure, but as long as they hide in this desert, we will definitely be able to find him. This desert has no secrets for us. We know better than anyone how to fight here better." Wiesel nodded.