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Chapter 287 Old acquaintance, one fish and three meals (please subscribe!)

Because of drought, the first crops to be tamed in the Sahel were drought-tolerant sorghum and pearl millet, both of which are good materials for winemaking.

Therefore, before Qingzhen was introduced, people here had the habit of drinking grain wine. Even if Zhenzhu told him not to drink, some would drink secretly without listening.

You said that what you drank was wine, but this was obviously fermented juice. You are unfairly accusing people of this. This is because some wine and meat have passed through the intestines, which is what the Buddha left in his heart.

Central Afika is less arid than the Sahel region, so low-alcohol banana beer is popular, unlike here where people prefer to drink high-alcohol beer.

The most primitive cereal wine has also been destroyed by modern alcohol and flavor blending techniques, and alcohol smuggling has become a business.

Fundamentalist factions that engage in jihad will be stricter on themselves, but they are less particular about generating income and doing business, as long as they can make a profit.

In addition to Belmukhtar smuggling gold and weapons, Xia Yu didn't believe he could bear not to sell alcohol. It was just a casual thing. Why not do it if he could get 20 to 30% more profit?

In a small town with a population of several thousand, the most popular place for selling alcohol is naturally the hotels that provide accommodation and food.

Not only does it do business for the people in the town, but also the tourists passing by have more spending power.

"Selling, but we only sell to non-religious customers like you."

The boss admitted it, but only half of it.

Dundu accurately translated the boss's words.

The former French Afica is now a country where the official language is French. Not everyone can speak French.

For example, in Nezir, French is only taught in the fourth grade of primary school. However, outside the capital, half of the people drop out of school before the fourth grade.

In the border areas, where there is no junior high school, tribal languages ​​are more common.

The per capita GDP of Jakina Faso and Mari is higher than that of Nezhi, so the situation is relatively better.

Then in the war zone where the Chinese people settled, the French-speaking population began to gradually grow.

There are those who want to do business and learn it on their own, and there are also those who know it but came from somewhere else.

For the time being, there are only Chinese people in this direction of Nizir. The government forces suffered heavy losses this time because all the dead soldiers could speak English, and all of them required junior high school education.

Xia Yu asked Hans to bring Dundu with him, mainly to help as a translator. In addition, this kid is smart and can obtain more information.

"Can you tell me who sold you these wines?"

Xia Yu took out a Franklin and put it on the counter and asked.

"They had guns and I didn't want to get in trouble for the money."

After hearing what Dun Du said, the boss was a little moved, but in the end he shook his head and refused.

"Don't we have guns?"

"k~k~"

Xia Yu glanced behind him, and the understanding guys all pulled the bolt and loaded the gun.

"You can't think you can reject us just because we are reasonable. Just pay us and tell us what we want to know. I guarantee they won't cause any trouble for you."

As he spoke, he took out another 100 card, put it into the boss's trembling hand, and squeezed it tightly.

Others are responsible for killing and not burying, but focusing on fire defense is different. Xia Yu's initial plan was to wipe out the entire Nasserist al-Qaeda faction.

There may still be some stragglers guarding the goods on the smuggling route, but the leader Lao Bei has been killed, and their dozens of people can't make any waves.

"He said that the other party's stronghold is at the back of the town, but the person in charge changed last month."

Dundu translated for the boss.

"So boss, do you have any clothes suitable for them?"

Xia Yu took out the third bill, pointed at Dundu and Duomi and asked.

"Yes, yes, my two sons are about the same height as them."

It was normal for the soldiers to come to the town, because the "false" intelligence was sent from here, but when the soldiers surrounded the alcohol smuggling stronghold, they would only alert the enemy.

But Dundu is different from Domi. As a black man, he is very suitable for intelligence gathering work.

Give them a bunch of candies, and you can ask them what they want to know without even using Dao Le.

After changing their clothes, the two of them instantly looked like locals.

With an FN57 pinned to his waist, Domi led Dundu out from the back of the hotel, and was led by the boss's son to the back of the town.

At this time, the sunset has completely set, and the round moon hangs high in the sky, emitting light like a street lamp.

This feels very much like being in the countryside when I was a child. The moonlight was so bright at that time. It was unrealistic to read and do homework, but playing hide and seek with my friends was enough.

The same goes for the children in the border town of Nizir. There are few TVs in the town, so they can only play wildly outside before going to bed.

"Tell them, cars come every once in a while, either to unload things or to load them and take them away."

While nibbling the chocolates given by Dundu, the little kids asked and answered questions.

"There are also people from nearby villages who drive donkey carts to buy goods. They never deliver goods to your door. By the way, they have this."

The kid who ate the fastest stretched out his hands and made a gesture of holding AK.

"Oh? Are there many of them?"

Dundu stuffed him with a lot of sweets.

"It's not too much, just 10 people. Each one has a handful. They don't take it out yet. They like to cover it with clothes."

Smuggling is certainly not an aboveboard business, and it is necessary to "hide and tuck it in", but you still can't escape the attention of a person who is idle all day long without electronic products to occupy his attention.

"By the way, are there any adults in your town who pay close attention to them but never come into contact with them?"

After asking about the target's number and firepower, Dundu finally asked one more question,

"Yes, that's the family. Before Ai Luo finished elementary school, he went out to look for work. But as soon as these people settled down, he followed them back. He didn't work all day, and he was very rich. His brother gave us Saw this he had hidden in his house.”

The shortest carrot head stretched out his hand and made an eight sign.

This isn't an eight, this is a pistol.

As Pa Pa guessed, there was a secret sentry outside this smuggling stronghold. In this way, if the stronghold was taken away, the secret sentry could send the news back as soon as possible.

The strongholds are staffed by outsiders, and the secret guards are local residents of the town. Xiayu does the same thing.

Even if the members developed by the other party are not very reliable, they will not be exposed so quickly if they just do some small business. The family members even offered a decisive blow, and the self-defense pistol was taken out by the younger brother to show off to his friends.

Fortunately, this kid has a TV at home and is not here, otherwise he would have to keep the other person steady.

"Thank you everyone for telling us these things. How about I ask this big brother to treat you to ice cream?"

"Yeah x 4!"

Dundu motioned to Duomi to take these little ghosts to the town canteen to buy ice cream. After all, in order to keep it secret, they could not be let back before the operation started, so he ran back to the hotel.

"Well done. You and the echidna are responsible for capturing the ocelot named Iroh alive. You and the fennec fox will take the rest of the people to the stronghold. You can also capture as many as you can. We will take action in half an hour."

After listening to Dun Du's report, Xia Yu looked at the time and issued a combat order.

He is good at killing people, and it is a bit difficult for CQB to catch him alive. It is better to leave it to professionals directly. Everyone felt relieved when they heard Xia Yu's arrangement.

The boss of the annihilation mission followed, and they were confident that he would be unharmed. However, the danger level of the capture operation had risen several notches, and the boss taking the lead would only have the opposite effect.

Now there is no psychological burden, and I can devote myself wholeheartedly to the next battle.

"Call the glider, this is the weasel, take off immediately and join us."

"Yes, boss!"

Contacting Andre via the radio, the Mi-24V rushed towards them carrying the left-behind Number 1 Group.

At this time, Lao Ke and the others also took out the night vision goggles from their backpacks, screwed on the silencer on the rifle, and replaced the magazine with subsonic bullets.

The boss next to him was stunned for a moment.

Are they from China?

In this border town with little information, he had only seen soldiers like this on pirated discs.

Jihuo Defense, as a PMC company, is not a magistrate soldier. On the contrary, they are here to save magnesium soldiers.

Time passed slowly, and soon it came to 7:52. The instructor team and the members of the second team filed out under the moonlight and headed towards the back of the town.

Mumchi was lying on the bed playing with his pistol, but his mind was on the hotel.

As the second-in-command of the Masina Liberation Front, he came to this town after Belmukhtar handed over the alcohol smuggling business on the Nezir border to them to raise the organization's operating expenses.

It has to be said that Lao Bei is very good at winning people's hearts. Hamadun is nothing, but Mumchi has the idea of ​​​​merging with the al-Qaeda faction.

A scholar will die for his close friends. If he can do this to outsiders, how good he will be to his own people.

This is the charm of personality. As a living fossil in the jihadist community, Belmukhtar’s success is not without reason.

It's just some of the people at the bottom of the organization who don't quite understand his good intentions. They always feel that our business should be given to outsiders like Masina.

Of course it was for the holy war. When Masina was beaten into a lost dog, he helped the other side. After they recovered, they could join the ranks of fighting those Westerners again.

The price the base paid was only tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars, so why not do it?

Making money has never been their purpose. It is just that money is needed to maintain the operation of the organization, so they invest some manpower and energy to do this.

It's just that in the process of making money, some people gradually regard money as more important than jihad.

This is a bad thing for Belmukhtar, but it is a great benefit for Xiayu, because problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

"Action~~"

With the assistance of precision shooters, the commandos climbed over the wall neatly and landed lightly in the yard.

The first group of four people, two with pistols and two with rifles, shot across the field and rushed toward the earthen house.

"Puff~puff~puff~~"

There is no need to aim at three points and one line. In the picture of the night vision device, the laser laser scans the target's hands and feet and pulls the trigger. The militants who were about to take the gun when they heard the movement were hit, wailing and shrinking into a ball.

"Bang~~Puff~~"

Mumchi, who happened to have a gun in his hand, only fired once and was hit on the left and right wrists, and the pistol fell powerlessly on the bed.

This is generation difference. From the moment they were locked by concentrated fire defense, their fate was already doomed.

After confirming that all 10 people had lost the ability to resist, Christian pushed up the night vision device and turned on the gun light.

After eating the ice cream, the four little ghosts went home happily to sleep, while Duomi followed Xia Yu to the smuggling stronghold.

"Is he the leader?"

Xia Yu raised his chin towards Mumchi.

"Wait Pa Pa, why does he look familiar to me?"

Dundu suddenly interjected.

"It's him, it's him. He was the one who followed Xie Fu to our village."

The dead memory suddenly came to life. Dundu remembered who the other party was, and his eyes became blood red.

"Xie Fu? Isn't he from the Masina Liberation Front? Wait, why are they here..."

Xia Yu understood in an instant that Hamadun, the lover, had been protected by Belmukhtar and brought the remnants of Masina to the Nizir base.

No wonder the External Security Bureau has no clues at all. They are not in Mali, and it would be useless to search for him for 100 years.

They blindly encountered a dead mouse and asked the base to send a rescue pilot, but found traces of Masina.

This is no longer two collections of money for one action, this is three collections of money, which must be settled separately.

"Dundu, you boy is really my lucky star. I can't give you Hamadun. This guy is left to you. Honey badger, give him your pistol."

Hamadun must be left to the people of the country. The guy in front of him is of little use. As Xie Fu's second-in-command, there is a high probability that he is also a die-hard.

Instead of wasting time on him, it would be better to vent your anger on Dundu.

Domi pulled out his FN57, screwed on the silencer and handed it to his little brother.

"Puff~puff~puff~puff~~"

Dundu pulled the trigger and fired rounds of 5.7mm subsonic bullets into Mumchi's chest until a 20-round magazine was empty, beating the opponent to death.

Well, the fish that slipped through the net was killed, and the whole village's revenge was completely avenged.

Hamadun had little to do with the village, but the French hated him more.

After handing the rest of the live mouth to the guys to use, Xia Yu went outside the house and lit a cigar.

Before he took a few puffs, news came out that the Al Qaeda faction's hideout was in a Pall village 40 kilometers away from the town.

The Pall people, also known as the Fula people, are a nomadic people scattered in more than a dozen countries.

Xia Yu once killed one of their armed groups in Qifei, but he didn't expect to encounter them again in Nizir. It seemed that their ability to make trouble was not much worse than that of the Tuareg.

"What? The other party also has a camp that has just been opened. Hamadun is also in the new camp?"

The cunning rabbit's three caves were really played by Belmukhtar.

But he couldn't stand the betrayal of his subordinates.

Counting Ai Luo's hidden child, 10 of the 8 people did not speak even after being tortured. They were harder than rocks.

But it happened to be the two people from Lao Bei. They said they could cooperate before they got too strong, but they had to give them money.

Xia Yu is very reasonable. As long as he is willing to cooperate with him, it doesn't matter how much money he gives.

If you don't want to cooperate, let's go down and see Pearl!

After listening to the explanations of the two men, Xia Yu also figured out what was going on. Belmukhtar should have withdrawn all his people from the stronghold and just used Masina's people.

It's a pity that the mixed use caused conflicts, which eventually led to today's betrayal, which also benefited someone Xia.

Otherwise, given the uncooperative attitude of Masina's diehards, Xia Yu doubted that using truth serum would have much effect.

(End of this chapter)