Ballistic Silence of Special Years

At eight o'clock in the evening, on the streets of Bagil City in Country Y.

At this time, due to civil unrest, many cities had power outages.

The power station in Bagil City was hit in the firefight. It has been out of power since yesterday, and the city fell into darkness after nightfall.

At this time, most people are hiding at home and waiting for the limelight to pass. Whether it is HS armed or ZFJ, the result will always come out after a few days of fighting. What ordinary people can do is to hide at home and ensure the safety of the whole family first.

Bagil is like a ghost town at this time, the streets and alleys are empty, and those who dare to take to the streets at this time are either members of armed groups or mentally ill.

Hasselblad was driving down the street in his carefully modified bulletproof SUV, and he was going to the other side of the city to find another Armani of his own.

He is not insane, nor is he from HS. He has a serious identity - the manager of Saiyid Shipping Company in Country Y.

It sounds like this company is engaged in shipping transportation, and in fact it does, but the things it transports are somewhat different.

There are only 5 people in his company, three clerks, one supervisor, and one manager, that is, himself.

No different from the people in the shipping business here, Hasselblad's business is arranging shipping for import and export bosses.

But there is a difference.

In Sanaa, everyone knows Hasselblad.

Including HS armed forces, or senior ZF officials, or even military personnel.

He is a slick guy, his hands and eyes are in the eyes of others.

Hasselblad is not only engaged in military business, but also has inextricable relations with various local armed forces. Even some important officials of country Y need to launder money, and they will turn to Hasselblad. He can always get things done properly. Nothing will go wrong.

The reason why a small shipping company is so good is not because Hasselblad himself is good. To use an old saying, there are people behind him.

Hasselblad has another identity, the business director of the Gray Rabbit Defense Company's office in Country Y, and this Gray Rabbit Defense has an unusual background, not to mention strong strength, and strong combat effectiveness.

Therefore, Hasselblad did not panic at all.

All he had to worry about was whether another ignorant recruit would shoot an RPG at his car because of nervousness. As for the rifle, it was whatever, it couldn't be pierced anyway.

The car deftly crossed the street and shuttled in the alley with seven turns and eight turns.

When there were still 2 kilometers away from the destination, a checkpoint suddenly appeared in front of it. A T72SM tank was parked on the side of the road with its muzzle pointed at the front of the road. Next to it was a pickup truck with a The old-fashioned Deshka took a few shots, and the machine gunner covered half of his face, showing his eyes staring ahead, holding the handle in his hand and ready to fire at any time.

"Damn!"

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Hasselblad's forehead, so he hurriedly stopped the car.

Although my car has been modified, it has a certain bulletproof ability and can withstand a total of 7.62 caliber rifle bullets, but it is said to be T72. The DShka machine gun on the pickup truck on the side buckled a shuttle at myself. This car is like paper.

It is said that the T72SM originally belonged to ZFJ, but when Hasselblad saw the attire of those people, they were completely wild, without formal military uniforms, and they were HS people at a glance.

So, he could only honestly put his hands on the steering wheel, trying to let the other party see it.

The quality of HS's personnel is uneven. If you can't guarantee that you don't make a single move correctly, whoever gets nervous and comes to you like that, this is really an old cat burning beard and overturning the gutter.

Several HS armed personnel came up and said that the car was surrounded, and their guns were pointed at Hasselblad in the car.

"hands up!"

"get off!"

"Open the door!"

"Hurry up! Otherwise, you will see me!"

Several armed men looked fiercely at the Hasselblad's car.

After all, the car looks good...

"Okay, okay! Don't get excited, look at my hand... Do you see it? I'm about to open the door, so don't shoot!"

Hasselblad said while gesticulating, and his body language followed to avoid misjudgment.

click -

The door opened and Hasselblad got out with his hands up.

Two young armed men came up and pinned Hasselblad directly on the hood, and began to fumble in his pockets.

"Listen man, I'm not from ZFJ, can you guys tell me which part I'm in?"

"We are from the Achim Youth Brigade!"

Hasselblad heaved a sigh of relief.

The Achim Youth Brigade is a relatively moderate faction within HS, and their leader is Abdul Achim.

"Your boss and I are friends, you have found the wrong person, can you let me call him to confirm my identity?" Hasselblad moved out of his network.

Sure enough, after listening to Hasselblad's words, the little leader immediately reached out to stop the other two years of rough body searches of the young man, and then came forward and asked, "Do you know our boss?"

"Of course, the relationship between him and me is not so good." Hasselblad said calmly: "If you don't believe the phone call I made, you can contact him yourself."

In fact, the little boss has no direct connection with his boss at all, but he really dare not kill Hasselblad like this, or rob Hasselblad's finances, otherwise if what Hasselblad said is true, he will kill his own people, and in the future is to be punished.

After thinking about it again and again, he said, "Wait a minute."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and ran to the pickup truck, picked up the radio and started to contact his superior.

Hasselblad breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as he is willing to verify his identity, this matter should be safe and sound.

Ten minutes later, the Hasselblad phone that was found on the hood suddenly lit up and displayed a number.

"Look, your boss is calling." Hasselblad glanced at the number, motioned to the spirited guy beside him and said, "Would you like to answer your boss's call yourself?"

The two young militants looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't pick them up.

If this is true...

Wouldn't you be scolded if you accepted it?

The little boss came over and said to Hasselblad: "You answer the phone and have a look."

Only then did Hasselblad stand up straight, picked up the phone, and pressed the call button.

After saying a few words, Achim on the other end of the phone said, "Let that little boss listen."

Hasselblad handed the phone to the little boss: "Your boss is looking for you."

The little boss hesitated for a moment, but took it anyway, then put it next to his ear and walked aside.

This time the conversation was much more interesting.

After a few words, the little boss began to say "yes" again and again.

Arrived, returned to Hasselblad, handed the phone back, and said very sincerely: "Mr. Hasselblad, I am really sorry, we are carrying out an order to check the passing vehicles, please forgive me if I offend you. forgive."

The attitude has taken a 180-degree turn.

Hasselblad took the phone with a smile, put it in his pocket, and said generously: "It's all right, I hope XX will bless you, my brother."

After finishing speaking, the little boss waved his hand and drove away his subordinates like flies: "Go back! Go back!"

Hasselblad packed the things on the hood, returned to the car, wiped the sweat from his brow, and restarted the car.

The obstacles blocking the road ahead were removed by several HS militants, and the road was cleared. Hasselblad kicked the accelerator and quickly left this place of right and wrong.

Ten minutes later, Hasselblad drove to a building on the outskirts of the city. He got out of the car in front of the garage, looked around, and pressed the doorbell after confirming that there was no danger. He took two steps back and stood up. camera.

Soon, the garage door slowly opened.

He got back in the car and drove it in.

The gate closed behind him.

When the lights came on, a person walked down the stairs, looked at Hasselblad, and asked loudly: "BOSS really knows how to find business, let us pick up people now? I don't know how much the reward will be!"

Hasselblad closed the car door and said to the man: "Armani, it's best to say this here. If the boss hears it, we will have no business. Don't think that you and I are the only ones who can play here. The boss has a big face." !"

Armani laughed and said, "I was just joking, why are you nervous, come up, I have everything ready."

Hasselblad looked at his watch, frowned, and said to himself: "Why haven't you arrived..." (End of this chapter)