Battlefield Contractor

Hassan stood up and walked a few steps, then looked at Lin Rui and said, "Okay, then we'll visit this Mutombo. But we have to prepare a generous gift."

Lin Rui nodded.

They set off on the same day, and when they arrived at Mutombo's camp, they didn't even let in.

Several strong militants blocked them outside the camp.

"The general sees no one." The militant waved his hand at them.

"I've notified you in advance. Please go in and report. It's me. Hasan has an emergency and needs to visit General Mutombo." Hasan replied.

"The general said, your relationship with him is not enough to get you into our camp. He will host a banquet for you outside the camp, but you can't get in inside." The militant shook his head.

"What do you mean?" Hassan was furious. "True me as..."

Lin Rui patted Hassan, "Be safe, don't worry, since he asked us to wait, we will wait. I would like to see, what can this General Mutombo show like?"

Hassan resisted his anger, turned and sat back in the car.

After waiting for a long time, a group of people came out. Tents were erected on the desert outside the camp, luxurious carpets were laid, and huge grills were erected. Decent barbecue dinner.

When it's almost done, the people inside will come out. All the dromedaries, all covered with turbans and scimitars. A 56-1 foldable butt-stock submachine gun imitating AKS hung on the chest.

Looking at the battle, Lin Rui couldn't help but smile, turning around and teasing Hassan, "The standard clothing and equipment are also good. I haven't seen so many Type 56 submachine guns made in China for a long time."

Hasan snorted heavily, "It's the guard of this old thing, just trying to show us the score."

While they were talking, Mutombo and a few members of the guards, who were tall, got off their camels and greeted them.

"Hassan, my little friend." Mutombo came over and laughed and hugged Hassan.

Hassan can only be patient, hug him, and say some blessings in Arabic.

Lin Rui knew that this was some basic Arabian etiquette, and just thought about it and went to salute. But he was stopped by Mutombo's guards.

Hassan turned back, "This is my friend, Mr. Rick."

"Rick Lane?" Mutombo's eyes flashed, and then he recovered his calm, laughing and walking over to embrace Lin Rui. "Welcome, my friend."

"Peace comes to you. My general." Lin Rui responded with very standard Arabic etiquette.

"Hahaha... I'm sorry to keep you waiting for a long time. Alas, after all, I am not prepared for your sudden visit. How long have we probably not seen each other, Hassan?" Mutombo asked Hassan, looking at him. .

"About two or three years, right?" Hassan looked at him and nodded.

"It's been more than three years. It's always easy to remember the past when a person is old. I still remember when you were down. I didn't expect that after a few years, you would become a local hegemon." Mutombo looked at Hassan Smiled.

"People always change." Hassan replied patiently.

"Yeah, people always change." Mutombo nodded and smiled. "But some things won't change. Like the taste of roasted whole camels."

Roasted whole camel is a must-eat at Arab national banquets and even nomadic tribes’ wedding banquets. It is called the most spectacular delicacy in the world. It is used to entertain the most distinguished guests and is a famous Arab dish.

The taste is very rich, with dozens of spices applied to the meat and roasted, and the inside is rich with lamb and chicken, and the outer skin is golden and crispy, which is very appetizing. Only on festivals and entertaining guests can it taste this delicious.

But such a camel would take a long time to roast, so they moved into the tent and waited patiently. After everyone sat down, Hassan directly explained his intentions.

Mutombo said nothing, just sat there listening to him. After he had finished speaking, Mutombo looked up and looked outside. It seemed that all his attention was outside, on the roasting camel. He didn't care what Hassan said.

"My intention this time is to invite General Mutombo to join the Western Sahara Joint Counter-Terrorism Force." Hassan repeated that temperament.

"I heard it, no need to repeat it." Mutombo turned his head and glanced at him. "I'm not old enough to hear what you are saying."

"So, what does the general mean?" Lin Rui asked.

"When you live to my age, you will understand that there are no standard answers to many things. For example, this roasted camel, there are various spices everywhere, so the taste of each region is different.

You want me to join you, but why should I join? Simply put, what can I do? "Mutombo said calmly.

"I think you have also heard that the Jihad Alliance has entered the Midwest. It is very likely that your territory will be very uneven in the future.

They weren't ordinary terrorists, and they left after two games. They really want to occupy the territory.

You must have heard of the previous things. Joining us is also good for you. Hassan explained patiently.

"Oh, then, I have to thank you for your concern." Mutombo smiled, "My family and I have lived here for many generations, and we have seen many things.

During the colonial period, the Spaniards came and the Spaniards left. The Popular Front for Western Sahara is here, and the Moroccans are here again. Then they fought again, one fight lasted for decades.

The vicissitudes of life are only a few decades. Foreign forces come and go, but my family and I still live in this land.

We don't form alliances with other people, so we live to this day. So why should I cooperate with you? "

Hassan was choked by him to speak.

Lin Rui could only pat Hassan on the shoulder and smiled and said to Mutombo, "General Mutombo, you are an elder, as you said, you have seen many things.

Many people think that older people have a hardened mind, but in fact I think otherwise. Just because you have seen a lot, you also understand better that the world is changing.

Just like your guard, although the Scimitar Camel is still alive, it is inevitable to bring a Type 56 submachine gun. Because the world is changing, we cannot change the world, we can only adapt to this change. "

"Go on." Mutombo looked at him.

"What I want to say is that this change in the external world is actually in the eyes of the general. If you say that in the past, those terrorists were still playing small things. With the power of the general, you don't have to worry about it.

But now the situation is different, and these terrorists are no longer just a small mess. They have united with many foreign terrorist organizations, and they are strong enough to conquer cities.

Even old enemies like Morocco and the Popular Front of Western Sahara have to join forces to fight this crisis. Can you imagine this in the past? "