Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Li Zhenggang was getting ready, but suddenly he heard the sound of the door opening beside him.

Listen carefully, it is similar to the sound made by the electric turnstile when it goes up, and the sound is coming from the building beside him.

He couldn't help but peeked from the corner of the wall, only to find that the rolling gate on the right side of the first floor of the building next to him was slowly opening.

There was a car behind the door, which was obviously a garage, and it was quite large.

A man with an Arab turban wrapped around his head walked out cautiously, glanced in the direction of the off-road vehicle where Mi Chen was, and then subconsciously glanced back upstairs.

Li Zheng followed his gaze upwards and found that the windows on the second floor cast a light at some point.

There was no light in the three-story building before, and it was obvious that the people inside deliberately blocked the light with thick curtains.

Li Zheng suddenly understood that someone was covering up on the second floor.

It is estimated that there is a gun behind the curtain.

If this is the guide, it seems that he has received a little training, otherwise he would not be so careful.

It's just that the man who came out of the building never expected that he was already under the aim of three pistols, and three special forces in the dark had already fixed their eyes on him. Any wrongdoing, bullets from different directions will immediately knock him down.

Li Zheng was a little surprised that the building was brightly lit.

It is impossible for ordinary families in country Y to maintain power supply during this period of war.

It seems that the guide the superior has found for his group is quite capable in the local area, otherwise it would not be possible to do this.

Li Zheng couldn't help being very interested in the person who arranged all this.

Hasselblad looked around at the door and saw that there was nothing unusual, and then slowly approached the off-road vehicle.

tuk tuk-

He reached out and knocked on the car door.

Secretary Chen didn't dare to open the window, but gestured through the car window.

Hasselblad couldn't read it, though.

He looked at the license plate, it was this car, there was nothing wrong with it.

So knock on the window again.

tuk tuk-

This time, Secretary Chen finally bit the bullet and opened the car window.

"Chen Haoran?"

The man in the Arabic turban in front of him could speak Chinese, which shocked Mi Chen in the driver's seat.

"do you speak Chinese?"

He suddenly showed a surprised smile.

Hasselblad doesn't look scary, or even Chinese.

"It will be a little bit..." Hasselblad stretched out two fingers and gestured: "The conversation is okay."

This time, Mi Chen heard that Hasselblad's spoken Chinese did have a strong accent.

"That's right, I'm Chen Haoran!"

Secretary Chen fumbled in his pocket, trying to find out his ID and pass it over to prove his identity.

Suddenly, he asked cautiously, "Can you tell me the password?"

"9527." Hasselblad showed his white teeth in the darkness.

Then Secretary Chen smiled reassuringly, and handed over the ID: "This is my ID."

Hasselblad took it over and unfolded it, and then looked at the light projected from the garage not far away, and sure enough, the name column of the certificate read——Chen Haoran.

"Put the car in the garage."

Hasselblad handed the ID back to Secretary Chen, patted the car door and said, "It's not safe here, hurry back to the house."

With a broken heart, Chen Mi drove the off-road vehicle away from the street, turned to the door of the building, and slowly drove inside.

Hasselblad followed behind and was about to close the door when Mi Chen said, "Wait! There are three more people."

Hasselblad was taken aback for a moment, and immediately remembered something: "Yes, I almost forgot, there should be four of you."

Before Mi Chen had time to go out to find Li Zheng and the others, Li Zheng and the others had already flashed out from the garage door like ghosts.

Hasselblad was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously touched his waist.

But soon, after he saw who was coming, he put his hand down again, and deliberately spread it out to Li Zheng and the others, expressing that he was not hostile.

"Follow me upstairs."

Hasselblad is not long-winded either.

"Time is very tight. We have to leave immediately after getting some things. It is better to arrive in Sanaa as early as possible while the sky is bright."

Several people followed Hasselblad upstairs.

The upstairs looks like a workshop, not like a living room or bedroom in an ordinary family. There are two long tables by the wall, and there are messy tools and an electric oven on the table.

Hasselblad walked to the table, picked up the three documents on the table, and returned to Li Zheng.

Then he flipped through the documents, found one inside, looked at the photo, and handed it to Li Zheng: "Li Tiansheng."

Li Zheng was taken aback for a moment, took a look suspiciously, and was immediately dumbfounded by the contents of the certificate.

The certificate is a company certificate, the company name written on it is "Grey Rabbit International Defense", the age matches, and the position column says "Security Expert".

Security experts?

PMC?

Li Zheng couldn't help but understand a little bit.

There is no problem with Chen Mi's identity here. He is a DSG staff member, and it is okay to show his work card when something happens.

And the identities of myself, Qiang Yong, and Zhang Jian are very sensitive. After all, they are soldiers, and it is easy to cause unnecessary troubles here.

But with this certificate in hand, the situation is completely different.

The security experts of the PMC company, in layman's terms, are bodyguards, or commercial ones. They are a kind of contracted security business, which is very reasonable in country Y.

Hasselblad handed another ID to Zhang Jian: "Zhang Wentian."

Zhang Jian was also taken aback.

I didn't expect the other party to give himself such a name.

Looking at the certificate, it is the same as Li Zheng's, the same as "Grey Rabbit International Defense", and the title is also "Security Expert".

It seems that the two people in front of them must be from this "Huitu International Defense".

"Strong."

Hasselblad took the third ID, looked at it shaking his head, and then said to himself: "That's a good name..."

At the end, he handed it to Qiang Yong.

Qiang Yong took it over and looked at it, and asked curiously, "How do you have my headshot?"

Hasselblad said: "I don't know either. If you want to ask, you can ask your superiors. I won't ask my superiors anyway."

What he said made Qiang Yong a little ashamed.

As a PMC company, their sense of confidentiality is no worse than their own!

"Okay, we can start now, we will drive a car to open the way ahead, you follow, but remember one rule—"

Hasselblad raised his tone.

"If there is any situation here, don't fight easily, let us deal with it ourselves, understand? Don't be brave!"

Hasselblad's expression was very serious, and his tone was even more solemn.

Li Zheng and the others nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll listen to you here."

Hasselblad said again: "You get in my car later."

After speaking, he pointed at Li Zheng.

Li Zheng asked: "Why?"

Hasselblad said: "We belong to different superiors. When your superior and my superior have instructions, we need to communicate with each other. The radio channel alone cannot solve the problem and will delay the matter."

After listening, Li Zheng also felt that it made sense, so he agreed.

Seeing this, Hasselblad waved his hand and said, "Hurry up, let's go!" (End of this chapter)