Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 362 I only need five days!
When they first met, Li Zheng and Wang Translator were also very nervous.

Especially Li Zheng.

If he was in college, he wouldn't have any chance to feel and experience the current situation and feeling.

Foreign countries, wars, peacekeeping, armed groups, strangers.

Everything.

If you don't serve as a soldier or enter the special forces, you have no chance at all.

Before Li Zheng accompanied Wang Translator out of the gate, he loaded the bullets in the rifle, but turned off the safety, put his finger next to the trigger ring, and pressed the thumb of his right hand on the safety.

If there was any sign of trouble, he was confident that he could raise his gun and shoot in a second.

Although Li is a sniper.

But he is one of the best snipers in special forces, especially commandos.

He has learned single-handedly.

The so-called single sniper is to carry out the task without an observer, and a single person undertakes the two comprehensive tasks of sniping and observation.

Don't look at it as if it is very simple, there are many ways in it, it is not as simple as in TV movies, especially dramas.

Only good physical strength and excellent overall quality can become a truly qualified single sniper.

Li Zheng and Wei Fatty, one on the left and one on the right, protected Wang Translator and walked towards the few locals squatting on the side of the road.

They were nervous, and in fact those few locals were also nervous.

Originally, they were all squatting on the side of the road, and some were sitting on the ground. When they saw Li Zheng and the others approaching with live ammunition, they stood up vigilantly.

go?
of course not.

In their eyes, the peacekeeping camp is a business.

In a place like country L, there are not many businesses that can be done. Providing corresponding services for peacekeeping camps or foreign military camps to make profits is already a very popular and very respectable business.

Ordinary people really can't do it.

"Hello!"

Translator Wang's greetings are always so official.

You must know that before leaving the country, the heads of state at all levels gave various explanations and repeated exhortations at the mobilization meeting, so that everyone could remember that going out means representing their own country, not just the United Nations.

Among the few locals, most are young, and there are also a few middle-aged people.

Seeing Wang Translator greeting in English, I wonder how these yellow-skinned people can speak English.

Seeing no response from several people, Wang Translator thought he could not understand English, so he switched to French.

"Hello."

As a result, several locals looked at each other, but still did not respond.

Li Zheng reminded Wang Translator: "How about, as Lieutenant Jibo said, ask who is from Hamfata?"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

That's right.

Regardless of whether he didn't want to answer or didn't dare to answer, at least it was absolutely true that Hamfata was a businessman, and Jibo said that there were his people here.

Then see who is.

A businessman will not stop doing business.

"May I ask who knows Hamfa Tower?"

This question really worked.

In the crowd, there was a half-grown child, about thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in a robe and with short curly hair, he raised his hand.

"I!"

It turned out to be French.

He understands French.

Just like the thin ice on the river surface in winter, it looks tough when there are no cracks at the beginning. Once it is cracked a little, the ice-like barrier will be broken in an instant, and it will cease to exist in the blink of an eye.

They were all here to solicit business. When the people in Hamfatah raised their hands, the rest of them, regardless of their initial restraint, gathered around and asked if they needed any services. They could provide any service.

The sudden enthusiasm caught Li Zheng, Translator Wang, and Fatty Wei off guard, and it felt like fire and ice.

Especially Li Zheng and Fatty Wei, who are members of the security unit and the elite of the quick reverse platoon.

It is definitely not a good thing for security if so many people gather around.

The two immediately held a gun in one hand and the front in the other, warning everyone: "Don't get too close, if you have something to say, stand opposite us and say it! Don't come close!"

Lean over.

This is a deadly dedication.

Although it is equally dangerous to be so close, at least there is a certain amount of reaction time, otherwise you can squeeze to the side, and a small knife can achieve your goal if you get too close.

What's more, the siege is too tight, and it is difficult to evacuate if there is a sudden situation.

But fortunately, after Li Zheng warned, the locals really had a lot of rules, they all stopped their steps, stood more than one meter away from the few people, and stopped pushing over.

Translator Wang pointed to the boy: "Are you from Hamfatah?"

The boy nodded: "Yes, he is my boss."

Translator Wang looked around and said to the young man, "Go back and tell your boss to come to our camp. We have business with him."

Hearing that there was a business, the boy's eyes seemed to be lit up with a fire.

"Okay, he will definitely be there in an hour!"

After speaking, he turned around and ran away.

Translator Wang's handling is quite correct. The current surrounding situation is unclear, especially after the incident where KLM besieged the camp and was driven away. Everyone has to be careful and be careful when leaving the camp gate. No one knows KLM Will the organization be unable to swallow that breath, and want to come up with something.

Although he is a soldier, he is in a foreign land at any rate, and his carelessness means that he is struggling with his own life.

After the boy left, Li Zheng and Fatty Wei didn't want to stay for a moment, and escorted Translator Wang back to the camp.

Li Zheng originally thought that Africans were unreliable in doing business.

It’s not the first time I’ve heard this kind of rumor. It’s said that most people in Africa are lazy and don’t have a sense of time. If you ask him to meet at five o’clock, it takes seven o’clock to see his heart. preparation.

However, Hamfata completely subverted Li Zheng's inherent impression of African businessmen.

Within an hour, a middle-aged fat man appeared at the gate of the camp, with a dark face and a certain round hat representing a certain belief (fuck, it’s not easy for me to avoid sensitive words), holding high Folding his hands, he walked towards the gate and shouted: "It's me, Hamfata. May I ask which honorable officer is looking for me?"

Look, that's a very decent question.

Unfortunately, the sentry at the gate did not understand his French.

Hamfa Tower stopped about ten meters outside the gate.

He still raised his hands in a very cooperative manner, and did not move forward at all in a mannered manner, but just changed his language.

This time it is English.

"Which gentleman is looking for me? I have an appointment!"

Mengang's English is passable, and he understands most of a sentence.

It was roughly heard that this middle-aged fat man had an appointment.

"Who did you make an appointment with?"

"Your officer! He asked me to come to your camp just now. An hour ago, the little worker in my shop told me that you had business with me."

He spoke so fast that Mengang couldn't understand him, but he got the general idea.

The feelings are those people that Wang Translator went out to contact before!
The leader of the squad leader sent a soldier to find Translator Wang, and then signaled to Uncle Greasy Hei: "Don't move, just stand there!"

Hamfarta stood there very politely and patiently, waiting in no hurry.

Sure enough, Translator Wang arrived soon, and after some conversation, Hamfata was ushered into the camp.

Li Zheng was still accompanying Wang to translate.

Even with Ji Bo's endorsement, everything must be implemented in accordance with the strictest security procedures.

Translator Wang chatted with Hamfata in the yard for a while, and then pointed to the hollowed-out main body of the two buildings: "The doors and windows here are in accordance with military standards, can you make them?"

Hamfata didn't even think about it: "It can be done!"

Translator Wang asked again, "How long will it take?"

Hamfata took a look at the building, then spared a moment, looked at the front and back, arrived, and said in a very sure tone: "Within five days!"

"real?!"

This time it was Wang Translator's turn to be surprised. He thought that the black fat man in front of him was bragging, right?

five days! ?
　Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommendation ticket!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)