Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 5 Go to the Workshop
"Huh—" Han Feng looked at the three dead bodies lying on the ground around the car, as if all his strength had been taken away from his body, he took two steps back and leaned against the car.

Although on the radar, the color of this pair of men and women has changed to green representing friendly forces, but he still dare not take his guard lightly in this environment where his life will be lost if he is not careful.

Holding guns in both hands, Han Feng stared vigilantly at the two people in front of him who were trying to snatch something from Major Cato, but pointed the guns slightly downward.

"Thank you for your help, friend."

After taking out something that looked like a certificate from Cato, the man stood up, put the gun behind his back, and walked towards Han Feng.

The two shook hands.

"The two of us need to drive this car away. In exchange, except for another gun and a few magazines, we don't want anything else on these people. You keep walking in the opposite direction of this road. Turn left after seeing a big billboard, you can find Bunge's bus station, and for a few dollars they can take you to the Chinese embassy."

The man didn't reveal his identity, but judging from their skills just now, they obviously had received some military training, and Han Feng wasn't interested in getting to the bottom of it.

"Okay, I agree with this deal." Han Feng nodded. In addition to not wanting to cause unnecessary conflicts in the 1v2 situation, the exchange proposed by the other party is also very fair.

Major Cato, as an officer, has some good things on him, such as the wrist watch on his hand.

The woman picked up the rifle and magazines carried by the soldier killed by Han Feng, and did not take anything else as agreed. The two entered the cab, one on the left and the other on the right, and drove the truck across the bridge in the direction just now.

Han Feng quickly searched for other items on the three corpses: the Tissot watch in the hands of Major Cato, the Cartier wallet, and the pistol that he hadn't pulled out from his waist until he died.

An M1911A1 with an ivory white side plate, a classic handed down in the pistol world, although it has fallen behind, it is still much better than the TT33 in Han Feng's current hand, and there are two spare magazines.

As for the two unlucky soldiers, as usual, there were only some change in Chinese and African francs. Han Feng didn't know how much this local currency was worth, so he put it all in his pocket.

Generally speaking, the actual purchasing power of this kind of money will be far weaker than its official exchange rate, but even if it is such straw paper as the golden round coupon back then, people can buy something to some extent.

Finished the search with his fastest speed, and Han Feng didn't care about disposing of the corpse, so he hurriedly left in the opposite direction according to what the couple said just now. Seeing it with three government army corpses can cause a lot of trouble.

Ten minutes later, Han Feng was sitting on the bench at the entrance of Bangji Bus Station, holding his canvas bag and thinking about his next move.

Originally, after a thrilling morning, he already planned to give up everything and hurry back to the country, but now, the situation has changed.

First of all, Han Feng was surprised to find that he seems to be very used to this kind of over-excited life, and he has already seen the magic of this system. Even though most of the functions are restricted, just searching the radar has helped him avoid many Being murdered made him even more curious about the situation after unlocking the complete workshop.

More importantly, the body of Major Cato may be discovered soon. There is a high probability that this person is a member of the government army, but no one knows about it. On the contrary, many people at the airport saw Han Feng They boarded the truck with Cato. They didn't know Han Feng's specific identity, but at least they knew that he was a Chinese.

Now that the major is dead and the other two are missing, even if Han Feng finds the embassy, ​​he may not be able to return to China in a short time, and he will have to face endless investigations. Why not find a place to hide and wait until the limelight passes. .

Taking these factors into consideration, Han Feng gritted his teeth and decided to go to the workshop coordinates given by the system to check the situation.

He got up and walked into the slightly dilapidated bus station. To his surprise, the environment here was not much different from the bus stations in second- and third-tier cities in China. A huge electronic screen displayed the ticket prices leading to various places. Han Feng spent a while It took time to find the destination he wanted to go: Boda
The ticket price is 2 CFA francs.

There were no tourists here, and Han Feng didn't need to queue up. He found an empty window, took out four 5000 bills and handed them in.

"Buy a ticket to Boda."

"Boda?" The staff in the window froze for a moment, then quickly opened a huge book in front of him and flipped through it: "Sorry, the bus to Boda has been out of service since yesterday."

"Suspension? This is... what's going on?" Han Feng never expected to encounter trouble in the step of buying tickets.

The staff member shook his head: "Who knows, maybe some rebels came near there, or maybe the car broke down."

He had a nonchalant tone, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

Boda is located in the southwest of the CAF, and most of the country's anti-government armed forces are entrenched in the northeast. If they have really hit Boda, then the government forces are probably going to die.

Can't say the same, because strictly speaking, CAF is currently in a state of anarchy.

Han Feng left the bus station in a daze, and stood on the side of the road thinking about whether he could get to his destination. At this moment, a black man in a plaid shirt approached quietly and quickly from behind him.

"What?"

Han Feng didn't turn on the radar, but as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he noticed someone approaching from behind, and quickly turned his head to make a warning gesture. One hand was already deep in his coat, holding the M1911A1, ready to take out the weapon at any time. gun.

"Don't be impulsive, I have no malicious intentions..."

Seeing this posture, the man in the shirt could not know that Han Feng is a very vigilant and formidable character, so he stopped quickly and gave a French military salute to indicate that he did not have any malicious intentions, then slowly came over and whispered: "My name is Ricky Tulsa, I just heard that you want to go to Boda, so I can drop you off."

Han Feng raised his eyebrows, followed the other person's line of sight, and saw an old Toyota off-road vehicle parked on the side of the road, and then realized that this person should be the kind of black car driver who snatches customers at bus stations.

"Go and see your car." Han Feng did not relax his vigilance, and signaled Tulsa to lead the way with his eyes.

[Toyota LC76 (81%), the workshop cannot be produced: an old RB off-road vehicle manufactured at the beginning of this century, you can hardly see it outside of Africa, even though it has passed more than a dozen years years, but still very reliable]

Han Feng turned on the radar to confirm. This person was displayed as a yellow sign, at least he had no malicious intentions towards him.

"How much."

"If you go to Borda, it costs 20 dollars, or the equivalent amount of euros, and CFA francs are not accepted. In addition, you have to spend your own money when you pass the checkpoint. Generally, 10-20 dollars is enough." Tulsa said, pulling away The door of the driver's seat was closed: "Let's go immediately after paying, and you can arrive before noon."

"Will the $15 go away?"

Han Feng looked around and found several similar off-road vehicles parked, obviously he was not the only one doing this kind of business.

Tulsa knocked on the steering wheel, inserted the key and started the car: "Get in the car."

Han Feng sat in the co-pilot seat, took out three five-dollar bills from the major's wallet, and handed them over.

After confirming that there was no problem with the dollar against the sun, the man in the shirt stepped on the gas pedal, and the off-road vehicle drove straight ahead.

Tulsa's driving skills are good. Although the driving style seems very violent at first glance, Han Feng does not feel any discomfort when sitting in the car.

"If you want to drink water, it's in the glove box, take it yourself." Tulsa seemed to have seen Han Feng licking his lips frequently.

"I heard from the conductor that the bus to Boda is out of service." Han Feng said as he took out a bottle of water from the glove box.

[Purified water (100%) cannot be produced in the workshop, it is actually not that pure, but drinking it will not be harmful to the body]

Tulsa lowered a gear to cope with the steep slope not far ahead: "Yes, because the vehicles of the automobile company were requisitioned to transport troops to the front line."

"Frontline? With the opposition?" Han Feng unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip: "They won't really hit Bangji."

"Which opposition are you talking about?" Tulsa showed a helpless smile: "In the entire CAF, there are at least 15 to 20 opposition forces, and behind them are different forces, fighting for gold, diamonds and oil. The sky is dark, maybe today's opposition will become the government army tomorrow, or maybe the other way around, who knows."

"Uh..." This kind of thing has already touched Han Feng's blind spot of knowledge, but it is obvious that the CAF country has become a battleground for certain foreign powers, and it is not something a small person like him can influence: "There is no peacekeeping force in this place. Is it?"

Han Feng looked at the scenery of the desert grassland receding by the roadside. This country is rich in resources and beautiful scenery. If it weren't for the civil war that lasted for almost half a century and almost destroyed the entire social structure, even if it was just selling resources and engaging in tourism, it would not be enough. Mixed to this point.

"It makes no difference whether there is a peacekeeping force or not. Zaire in the south and Sudan in the north have peacekeeping forces. They are better than us." Tulsa said while driving: "To be honest, my suggestion is to do After finishing what you want to do, leave quickly, whether you go to Congo or Cameroon to avoid the limelight, believe me, you don't want to see those mad dogs in the north."

"Thank you for your reminder, I will consider it." Han Feng drank the last sip of water in the bottle, and Tulsa took the empty bottle and threw it out of the window.

The vehicle gradually drove from the plain to a mountain pass with rock walls on both sides. The narrow road could barely drive two cars side by side.

(End of this chapter)