Ballistic Silence of Special Years

It was almost 08:30, and Hasselblad received the task of waiting for four people here, four Chinese people.

Then I took them to Sana'a overnight, and then picked up a team of 23 people and brought them back to the port of Daoho Deida.

The task seems to be very simple, just come and go.

But it's not easy in this situation.

On the second floor, Hasselblad asked Armani: "Have all the documents been prepared?"

Armani nodded, walked to the table, picked up the three IDs on the table, and handed them to Hasselblad.

Hasselblad took the document, walked to the light, looked at it carefully for a while, then stretched out his hand to rub on the document, and finally said: "The ink is not dry yet."

Armani said: "I was about to put it in the oven to dry, and you came before I could."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the documents and walked to a small red oven, opened the oven door, spread out the documents one by one, put them in, adjusted the temperature, set the time, and pressed the switch.

It is said that the small oven is an essential tool for counterfeiters.

In many cases, what kind of certificate is needed, and the oven can help a lot.

For example, if you want to create a certificate that was issued ten years ago, and the certificate holder has worked here for a long time without changing the certificate, then your certificate must be baked in an oven to reach a certain level. The degree of yellowing is considered a pass.

How many years and how long to bake, these are all experiences.

Another example is that the working environment of this person is very humid. In order to show the authenticity, the manufacturer will sprinkle some special liquid prepared by himself on the certificate, let it be placed in a humid environment for two days to produce mildew spots, and then put it in the oven and bake it out. The things that are made are yellow and slightly musty, which makes them look close to the real thing.

Armani is good at this.

He is the business director of the shipping company, and another identity is the operation director of the gray rabbit defense office in country y.

At that time, he graduated as an outstanding student from the PMC private training base in country E. He was recruited to work in the company as a key training object of Gray Rabbit Defense. Because of his excellent work, he was later sent by the company to attend advanced advanced training classes and learned a lot. All in one.

Now, he and Hasselblad are in charge of the country Y's business, and the two brothers earn a lot of money every year.

After finishing all this, Armani took out two cans of Coke from the refrigerator and handed one to Hasselblad.

Hasselblad took it and started with a cold hand.

It is really a luxury to be able to drink iced Coke at this time.

After all, the city has been without power for two days.

At first, the two were in Sana'a, but the exchange of fire was the most intense there. In order to avoid being accidentally injured, they were temporarily involved in the safe house here in Bagile.

In this safe house, everything is complete, food, weapons, ammunition, diesel, gasoline, generator sets, etc., and there is even a well in the yard, which can maintain the daily water supply.

All of these are "benefits" provided by the company and do not require personal spending.

Speaking of which, although working in Gray Rabbit Defense is relatively dangerous, the benefits are absolutely top-notch.

While drinking Coke, Hasselblad passed the road he walked just now on a laptop computer, and sent the safe route after entering the city to the duty center of Gray Rabbit Defense. Edited a message and sent it once to an unknown mobile number.

The people in Huitu Defense can more or less speak Chinese. After all, BOSS is from China. The company has language subsidies. If you learn more, you can earn more.

After finishing everything, Hasselblad picked up the mobile phone on the table, once again confirmed that the battery was fully charged, and then picked up the Coke and drank it leisurely.

……

beep—

On a certain road to Bagil, Zhang Jian, who was sitting in the back seat, received a message on his mobile phone.

When I opened it, it was a road map of Bagil City.

It marks which streets in the city are currently safe, with no checkpoints, and which roads are clear.

Zhang Jian looked at the number.

This number is a mysterious number.

The mobile phone is a military custom model, with a military Beidou terminal system inside, and has a self-destruct program, which can clean the data inside at any time.

The number was given by the team leader, and he didn't say who it was, anyway, he said to contact this number if there was anything to do.

The information provided is a route, which is actually in Chinese.

This is very strange.

However, he still called up the navigation, entered the route, planned the route in the navigation, and then asked Secretary Chen: "Secretary Chen, how long will it take to reach Bagil?"

"Come on, there are still five kilometers."

Chen Mi's head is covered with sweat at this time, and he is not used to wearing night vision goggles. The field of vision is not as wide as usual when using night vision goggles, and the first time he uses them, it will be a little unreal because of the green light. Feel.

"When you get to Bagil, follow this route."

He handed the phone directly to Li Zheng, the co-pilot, who held him at the air outlet, facing the driver, Mi Chen.

"Okay, I'll follow the route."

With a distance of five kilometers, although the car did not dare to drive too fast at this time, it still entered Bagile after 10 minutes.

Unlike the remote road before, although there are no lights here in Bagile, sporadic gunshots can be heard occasionally, and the sky in the distance seems to be glowing orange, as if the effect of the fire on the ground.

Chen Mi carefully followed the route. Soon, the car drove around the city for about ten minutes and came to a remote street.

Except for a few two- and three-story buildings on both sides of the street, there was no one around.

"arrive."

Chen Mi pointed to the navigation.

"Hold on, I'll contact the guide."

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

Zhang Jian was taken aback when he saw that the number was actually the same as the number he used to receive messages.

Soon, the phone was connected.

Chen Mi asked in ALB language on the phone: "I am from Huaxia DSG, are you the guide responsible for leading the way this time?"

A middle-aged man's slightly magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone: "That's right, you are Chen?"

"Yes! I am!" Secretary Chen quickly confirmed.

"Where are you now? Have you arrived yet?"

"According to the route you provided, we're here."

"Wait where you are."

After speaking, the other party hung up the phone.

Secretary Chen froze in his seat, looking at the screen of the phone that went out, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"He asked me to wait at the door."

After a while, he remembered to explain to everyone.

Li Zheng looked around, and suddenly said: "We can't all stay in the car, leave one person in the driver's seat of the car, and the rest get out of the car, find cover and hide in different positions, staring at each other to be vigilant. "

Zhang Jian also felt that it made sense, nodded and said, "Okay, Secretary Chen, you stay and connect with the other party. The three of us get out of the car and provide you with cover."

"You...I..." Secretary Chen panicked.

He's just a civilian.

To be honest, I don't know any military tactics.

Leaving him alone in the car in such a place made him feel very guilty.

"Can't you keep one?"

Chen Mi even felt a little pleading.

After all, leaving one more person also has psychological care and support.

"No." Li Zheng said: "There is no difference between keeping one and keeping all. If someone really wants to attack this car and us, it will be useless for us to keep more people. It will be a dead end. If we separate, we will have a chance to fight back. "

"But..." Mi Chen subconsciously thought, why didn't he get out of the car by himself?
But after thinking about it, they are all commandos, so it makes sense to go down and occupy key positions for security, what about yourself?Why are you going down?Looking at the scenery?

So, the words came to my lips and I swallowed them back.

Li Zheng saw Mi Chen's fear, reached out and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "It's okay, we will take care of you, not to mention that you speak ALB well, no one among us can speak well, so it's no use staying here .”

After finishing speaking, he turned around and whispered a few words to Zhang Jian and Qiang Yong. The three nodded, then dispersed, leading into the darkness on both sides of the street.

Li Zheng hid under the corner of a building next to him, where there was a mound of earth, which was said to be a mound of mud and sand mixed together, the local people used these to build houses and build walls.

He leaned himself close to the wall, tried to hide behind the mound of dirt, and stared at the off-road vehicle more than ten meters away with his eyes peeking out of the corner of the wall.

The night vision device has been turned on at this time, and the surrounding area is clear.

After confirming that the hiding place was good, Li Zheng drew out his pistol, loaded it, and opened the safety, then walked to the other side of the alley where his hiding place was with the gun.

He must see the surrounding terrain clearly, including what terrain is around his position.

In the event of an emergency, you can make correct judgments.

The alley was more than ten meters long, and at the end, it turned out to be a piece of wild grass, which was taller than a person.

Looking further away, it turned out to be hills.

This place is already in the suburbs, so there are very few residents around, and the building density is not high.

After seeing the terrain clearly, he finally felt relieved.

When he was leaving, he picked up a dead branch of a plant on the ground, folded it into small sticks the length of a match, and then scattered them on the dirt floor of the alley, exposing half of them.

This kind of small dead branch is easy to break as long as you step on it, and the small dead branch broken at night will make a slight crisp sound.

This is the simplest jungle earth siren that the veterans have learned. Of course, there are many ways to do it, and they all need to be adapted to local conditions.

Back in the hiding place, Li was turning on the call microphone and tapped it three times to indicate that he was in position.

The other two also made a knocking sound, which was transmitted to the earphones.

Everything is ready, just waiting for the connector to come. (end of this chapter)