Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 88 Let the people of the hairy country suffer
At this time, Mishin's voice came from Han Feng's earphones: "Spider, the target has been controlled by us, and he didn't have time to shoot."

"Bring him down immediately."

After Han Feng finished speaking, he hung up the phone and signaled Yannick to drive the car into the community.

One minute later, Popov walked down carrying a man with his hands tied behind his back and a black plastic bag over his head, and threw it on the back of the pickup truck. He also sat on it, and Mishin returned to the car. , and handed a dilapidated MAT1 submachine gun to Han Feng.

"It was found in him."

An extremely short weapon, only 49 cm long when the stock is retracted, it is very suitable for concealed carrying, and its power is greater than that of ordinary pistols.

"Drive, find the nearest quiet place with few people." Han Feng took the gun and signaled Yannick in the driver's seat to drive.

Soon the group came to a small river, and there were no residents within a few hundred meters around.

Han Feng also put on a shark mouth hood of the same style as Mishen's to cover his face, then took off the plastic bag on the man's head and the rags in his mouth and threw them aside, then without further ado, pulled out the side The dagger on Popov's body cut off the opponent's left little finger.

"what--"

The man who hadn't recovered from the bumpy road and shortness of breath let out a pig-killing scream in an instant.

"Who sent you here, what are you going to do with the gun?" Han Feng deliberately spoke French with a bit of sloppy taste, similar to the way he was when he first learned French in his previous life.

"I... I am the police, and my superiors ordered me to use force against those rioters..."

"Police? Which police station, who is your superior?" Han Feng didn't expose him right away, but continued to ask.

This question obviously made the other party hesitate for a while, but the person responded quickly, and immediately replied: "I am directly under the Police Department, it is... an order issued by Minister Seth himself."

Just as Han Feng wanted to press on, Yannick, who had been in the car all the time, knocked on the glass: "This man speaks in a strange way, which is different from our usual."

French can only be regarded as a second foreign language for Han Feng, so he is not sensitive to differences in the use of some words, accents, and speaking habits, but after being reminded by Yannick, he also realized that this is indeed the case.

Yannick didn't prepare a hood, so he just took two pieces of black cloth to cover his face and forehead, got out of the car and came to the man, raised his shotgun to the man's head, and chattered a lot of things, as if threatening something.

The excited appearance of Yannick's dancing made the man on the ground flustered, but he also showed a dazed expression.

"Boss, this person is definitely not from CAF. I just asked in Sangho if the police were going to start suppressing the riot, but he didn't respond at all." Yannick leaned closer to Han Feng's ear and whispered.

Yannick's question is equivalent to acquiescing to what the man said just now, believing that he is a policeman. If the other party understands, it makes no sense not to further strengthen his identity.

And Sango is the mother tongue of almost all 500 million CAF people, and the possibility that the local people can't understand it at all is very slim.

Apparently, Han Feng and the others were lucky enough to catch a big fish. This person was most likely from the mainland of Gaul, not just a bribe.

There are a large number of African nationals in Gaul, so it is not difficult to find someone whose appearance matches the characteristics of the locals.

Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief. If this person is the commander of the operation, then the situation may have turned for the better.

"Gauls?"

This time Han Feng didn't go around in circles anymore. Since the other party was not from CAF at all, the situation was much easier to handle.

The man's face changed, and he didn't speak, but his expression clearly answered.

"VIP, have you learned any interrogation skills?" Han Feng asked in English, returning the dagger in his hand to Popov.

At the same time, he typed a line on the phone and placed the screen in front of Popov.

Mishin's English has a strong Slavic accent, and anyone or a ghost can tell that he is a moron, while Popov has a slightly redneck flavor from southern America, which is very deceptive.

"I learned it when I was in Langley." Popov looked at the instructions on the phone screen asking him to act together, and began to let himself go and talk nonsense.

"Use the fastest speed to make him speak. I'm kind-hearted and don't see blood. I'll wait for you in the car." After finishing speaking, Han Feng took a meaningful look at the man lying on the ground, and took Yannick into the car .

Langley is where the headquarters of the CIA is located. The four people in the car can't get half of an American visa. Naturally, it is impossible to train there. However, the principles of torture are similar, so Popov is not talking nonsense. , directly took out towels and mineral water from the car, and signaled Mishin to prepare to do something.

Since the boss said he couldn't see the blood, then use the method of not seeing the blood.

At this time, Mishin had put the prisoner back on the cargo box of the pickup truck, letting his head hang down, and then a man on top of the car came to hold down the other man's body, so as not to struggle too violently later.

Before the man realized what was going to happen, a wet towel covered his face.

Soon, the instinctive reaction caused by the lack of oxygen made him subconsciously take a deep breath. Popov had been waiting for this time, and poured the water in the bottle on the towel little by little.

"Cough-cough-"

Severe coughing and retching sounded from under the towel, and Mishin, who was of average stature, almost couldn't hold down the man who was struggling violently under him. Fortunately, Popov rushed to help and continued smoothly.

The intense struggle didn't last too long. When Popov finished pouring a bottle of water, the man's movements were only twitching.

Then Popov came a second time, a third time...

When the wet towel was pulled off for the fourth time, the unfortunate prisoner almost lost consciousness. His nasal cavity, lung lobes and trachea were almost completely blocked by water, and he could not breathe at all. At this moment, he only felt that his body was about to explode.

"I... I said, I said..."

The Gauls did not surprise people in terms of the speed of their surrender. Popov originally wanted to have a second round, but the man completely collapsed the moment he saw the wet towel, crying and expressing that he wanted to confess.

"Boss, he seems to have recruited."

Popov couldn't understand French, but even from the expression on the opponent's face, he could tell that he had voted.

"I...my name is Ike Burrell, and I'm... a field agent of the Ministry of Defense's External Security Administration. I came to Bunge to contact the local opposition to prevent Watuzella from taking office smoothly."

The Directorate General of External Security (DGSE) is the most important foreign intelligence agency in Gaul, and its functions are similar to that of the CIA.

"How many gunmen have you found and how do you communicate with each other?"

"Besides me, there are three more, all real local policemen. After hearing my gunshots, they would shoot secretly in the chaos." Burrell replied while panting heavily.

Everyone knows that the military and police system on Bunge's side is not reliable, and that Watuzella and the Prime Minister are not stupid. In order to avoid accidents, the police who confronted the people on the street did not issue Lethal weapons, and will deliberately arrange strange police officers from different police stations together to prevent them from colluding in advance.

In this case, if one or two or even a few people in the police team blatantly pull out their guns and shoot at the crowd, the colleagues next to them will also find out and stop them. Live and explain the situation, and there is still room for recovery.

But if Burrell's gunshots have already caused riots, it's much easier to shoot again, and the people who are already in a state of excitement are less likely to listen to your explanation.

"Their names and where they are lurking." Han Feng re-dialed Echo's phone, briefly explained the situation, and pointed the microphone at Burrell, who also reported the information of the three people in a very timely manner.

"I'll go to Minister Seth immediately and ask him to withdraw these people." Echo's excited voice came.

Han Feng took a few steps away: "No, there are less than 50 minutes left before dark, they probably not only found three people, but if they are removed now, they may scare the enemy, you send your people to keep an eye on them." Those three key positions, if there is any change on the police side, they will be dealt with directly."

As the saying goes, it is only natural for a big country to insult the law, and for a small country to insult the law, the whole family dies suddenly. CAF is undoubtedly a small country. It's better to stabilize the situation first.

"How do you get in touch with your superior?" Han Feng returned to the side of the pickup, looking at Blair who had recovered a little.

"Using the mobile phone, I... I can contact my superiors for you, as long as you let me go."

In a place like CAF, there are too many operators and the management is extremely lax. Using an elderly mobile phone to make a call is more concealed and reliable than a radio station. The disadvantage is that the signal is relatively poor, only one-to-one and dialing is troublesome, and it is not suitable for high-intensity combat. use.

However, the opponent's slippery performance made Han Feng feel a little suspicious. Burrell was a Gaul and not a Dane, so he shouldn't have voted so quickly and thoroughly.

It would be troublesome if he used some code word to inform his superiors that he had been arrested.

"No, I don't think we need it." Han Feng signaled Popov to gag Burrell's mouth again, and at the same time came up with a bold idea.

Although they have temporarily controlled the situation, Burrell's superior is still hiding in the dark. If this person does not hear the gunshots for a long time, he will definitely become alert, and may even send other subordinates, instead of continuing to use this trick Dismantling moves is always passive, it is better to be anti-client.

Han Feng quickly called Antoine at Boda and asked him to write a text message in French that conforms to the writing habits of Gallic people, to the effect that I met a group of robbers on the way and they took the gun away , it is inconvenient to make a phone call just after escaping, please send another gun to xx location to continue the mission.

A classic fishing action.

(End of this chapter)