I work as a mercenary in northern Myanmar.

Chapter 572 Precision Capture
At this time, Nadir still had no idea of ​​the impending danger. According to his plan, he would leave Mogadishu today and go to Haradhere in central Somalia to prepare to welcome the "cargo" that had already landed and was about to be transported south from Bosaso.

The plan was extremely thorough, and he took into account almost all possible scenarios.

Government inspections, accidents during transportation, road traffic problems, harassment by scattered armed personnel, and even extortion by local poor people.

For every situation, he has developed a corresponding response plan and even prepared enough cash to use for bribery and buying one's way.

However, he overlooked one thing, that is, interference from other national forces, especially from the United States.

The reason is simple. Since the failed military operation in 1993, the United States has almost given up any radical actions in this country.

Of course there are still American troops stationed here, but these troops never appear anywhere outside the military camp.

All their duties are to train the local Somali army in accordance with the requirements of the IMET program and provide so-called "technical advisory services" to the government forces they have supported, and that's all.

So Nadir gave almost no thought to the possibility of a large-scale conflict.

The security forces around him consisted of only a dozen militants disguised as civilians, and the vehicles they used were only three ordinary pickup trucks that didn't even have machine guns.

After Nadir got on the truck, the three pickup trucks drove through the slums of Mogadishu, onto the Bale Adde Highway, and headed northeast out of the city.

Everything was going well - at least that's how it seemed to Nadir.

"Has the cargo been dispatched? We must ensure that we meet the cargo in Haradhere."

"It takes us eight hours to travel 400 kilometers, but the road conditions from Bosaso to Haradhere are relatively poor. I hope they have set out at least two hours in advance."

Hearing his words, the assistant beside him nodded immediately and then replied:

"They have already set off, led by Abdi himself, with a 40-member security team around him."

"He divided the team into two parts. One part followed the trucks carrying the goods, and the other part was responsible for exploring the way and holding the line two kilometers ahead and behind the trucks."

“He’s very professional and nothing will go wrong.”

"very good."

Nadir nodded slightly and continued to instruct:
"Keep in touch with Abdi and get the location of the convoy in time."

"This is a critical mission and no one can afford to let anything go wrong."

"I see."

The assistant answered solemnly, paused for a moment, and then asked:
"So, what exactly is that so-called cargo?"

Seeing the curious and puzzled look on his assistant's face, Nadir smiled and replied:
"You just need to know how important it is - and besides, you know full well that there's a weapon in there, don't you?"

"I know it's a dirty bomb?"

".no."

Nadir shook his head with a hint of amusement and replied:
"If it was a dirty bomb, I wouldn't dare to transport it even if you gave me $1500 billion, let alone $1500 million."

"You've watched too many American movies and always think that a dirty bomb is something you can easily get."

"But the reality is that in this world, if you can't make your own dirty bomb material, you'll never have it."

"Okay, don't ask too many questions. It's not good for us."

"I see. But why can't we... leave it here?"

"I mean, we need weapons, and maybe this is worth more to us than $1500 million."

"Am I crazy or are you crazy?"

"If you knew how big a plan might be behind this, you would never say such a thing."

"It's easy to keep the weapons, but if our customers don't receive the goods, then what they want to recover is not just the goods themselves."

"I advise you not to think too much - by the way, tell Abdi to take good care of his men and tell them not to think too much!"

"understand!"

The assistant nodded again and picked up the phone.

As he tried to establish contact with the "logistics team" making the delivery, Nadir looked out the window.

At this time, his three-car convoy had gradually moved away from the slums and entered the most prosperous Baraka area of ​​Mogadishu.

Here, countless vendors line almost the entire road, hawking their goods along the street.

The market was highly prosperous and the goods traded were diverse, but the most common ones were cloth, dry food and clothing.

The trauma of war is far from healed, but the people trading here seem to have regained hope in life.

Many people had smiles on their faces. Nadir watched all this with emotion. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke:
“Maybe next time we attack, we should target Baraka.”

"Baraka? Why?"

The assistant who failed to get through the call asked in confusion:

"There are only civilians here. Their deaths will not attract much attention, and the attack itself is of no value. After all, there is basically nothing here except a pile of tattered clothes and moldy food."

"Wrong, there is something very important here."

“There is hope for people here.”

Nadir frowned slightly and continued:
"We must destroy all their hopes. We must let them know that the government established by the Americans will never make their lives better."

"This is an opportunity - an attack here might even be more effective than just killing a high-ranking official."

"I really want to arrange the action immediately, but unfortunately, we can only keep a low profile in the next few months."

"Okay, let's write it down first. We've reached the checkpoint."

At this point, the three pickup trucks had passed the Barakah area and arrived at the first government checkpoint of their trip.

The soldier holding the machine gun waved for the car to stop, and the assistant immediately opened the passenger window and handed over two large-denomination US dollar bills.

"Where to go?"

The soldier took the two $20 bills and asked casually.

"To the north."

The assistant also answered casually.

The soldier glanced inside the car, and he obviously saw the rifles beside the people and at their feet.

However, in Mogadishu, it is very common to carry guns with you. On the contrary, if you don’t have a gun, it will easily arouse suspicion.

"Let's go."

The soldier waved his hand, and the people behind him immediately opened the artificial roadblock. The assistant stepped on the accelerator, and the lead car drove through the checkpoint first.

Twenty minutes later, after passing through four almost identical checkpoints, the convoy finally left Mogadishu. Next, they will travel eight hours to Haradhere to receive the vital "cargo".

The assistant looked relaxed, but Nadir seemed a little serious.

Looking at the scenery rapidly receding outside the car window, he muttered to himself with some doubt:
"Why do I always feel like something is wrong?"

“Mohammed, do you feel that?”

The assistant shook his head and replied:
"No, maybe it's an illusion?"

"We have taken this route out of town many times, and it's almost the same every time. There's nothing special about it today."

"No special questioning, no delays, no unfamiliar faces. What's wrong?"

“I don’t know, I just feel it.”

Having said that, Nadir paused for a few seconds, then continued:

"I just felt like they were all looking at me."

"Or rather, he was peeking at me."

"Did you notice?"

"No."

Assistant Mohammed shook his head blankly. Nadir sighed and was about to say something, but the next second, an unbelievable scene appeared before his eyes.

The assistant's head suddenly twisted like liquid, and white mist burst out violently, instantly filling the entire car.

Then, the mist condensed quickly like a cumulonimbus cloud under the scorching heat, turning into deep red blood that splashed in every corner of the carriage.

Nadir almost thought it was an illusion. After all, Mohammed's hands were still tightly gripping the steering wheel, and he even cleverly steered the car in the opposite direction when the car was shaking.

But soon, his body went limp, and the pickup truck, which was traveling at nearly 60 kilometers per hour, lost its direction and rushed to the side of the road.

"shit!"

Nadir screamed, but he had no time to react.

After a brief moment of unconsciousness, his body suddenly fell to the ground along with the overturned pickup truck, and hit the front windshield that was already covered with brain matter and blood.

The severe pain and dizziness almost made Nadir lose the ability to move. It took him half a minute to struggle to straighten himself in the car, but at this time, the gunshots outside the car had even begun to change from dense to sparse.

There was no doubt that I had been attacked, and my premonition that "something was wrong" had come true.

But who is it?
Countless speculations flashed through Nadir's mind: government forces, gangs, warlords, and even some incompetent gangs.

He subconsciously wanted to surrender because he knew that with his identity, as long as he was not caught on the spot in some "extremely special" circumstances, there would still be room for maneuver.
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However, things did not develop as he wished.

When he finally got out of the car, raised his rifle and tried to look for the enemy, he found that there was no enemy with a gun within his sight.

Did they disappear? Did they retreat?
Was this just revenge? Or even just an indiscriminate attack?
Are you that unlucky?
"boom!"

Before Nadir's thoughts could wrap around his mind, a dull gunshot rang out, and a member of the Youth Party who had just picked up a gun to fight back behind the second pickup truck fell down.

The large-caliber bullet penetrated the fragile body of the pickup truck, breaking him in two.

Anti-material sniper rifle!

At this moment, Nadir's hair stood on end.

He knew he was wrong. The ones who ambushed him could not possibly be any force that he had expected or that was under normal circumstances.

They are American soldiers, and it is even possible that they are special forces of the US military!

What are you doing? !

Nadir crawled on the ground, trying to dodge the bullets coming from the opposite side, but he soon discovered how ridiculous such "dodge" was.

A bullet grazed his scalp and penetrated into the chassis of the pickup truck, and the flying metal fragments even scratched his cheek.

The bullet came from behind him.

This means that the enemy has ambushes on both sides of the road.

That’s right, this is the correct way to fight, this is the most efficient way of hunting, and this is what that army can do.

Nadir fell into incomparable despair, he knew that he could not escape.

Since the other party has initiated the action, there is absolutely no reason to show mercy.

The only thing he couldn't figure out was, why?
Why did they suddenly restart the direct intervention process after being silent for several years or even more than a decade? Why was it not the Somali government forces but their own troops that attacked them?
This is definitely a completely independent operation, because Nadir is fully confident that as long as the Somali National Defense Force has any abnormal movements, he will definitely receive the intelligence in the first time!

Could it be that his plan has been exposed?
This shouldn't
Nadir looked around, but he still couldn't find the exact location of the gunman.

However, the continuous falling of his companions around him has indisputably confirmed the existence of the gunman.

Either run or die.

Nadir gritted his teeth, dropped the rifle in his hand and ran away.

He didn't have any idea of ​​resistance at all, because he knew that any resistance would be powerless in front of the other party.

He could only pray to Allah silently, praying that he would not be hit by bullets, praying that he could find a suitable shelter, praying that the accident on his side would be quickly discovered by other brothers in the city, and praying that they could leave the city smoothly.
Nadir's breathing gradually became rapid, the hot air burned his lungs, and his movements soon became slow and his speed slowed down a lot.

However, he was not shot and was not injured.

For a moment, Nadir thought his prayers had really worked.

But soon, his last hope was shattered.

Two Humvees caught up with him, who was now unarmed. The machine gunner wearing sunglasses curled his lips sarcastically, then pointed the gun in front of Nadir and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang bang -"

The violent gunshots shook Nadir's limbs so much that they went limp. Amid the dust raised by the bullets, he finally stopped.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

He fell to the ground, and continued to shout:

"You got the wrong guy! I'm just a businessman! I didn't do anything!"

"I know nothing! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

The Humvee stopped next to Nadir, and a fully armed special forces soldier jumped out of the car, holding a weapon that Nadir didn't even recognize.

The man took out a piece of paper from his chest, compared it with Nadir's face, and said:
"That's you."

"Nadir, it's you we're looking for."

(End of this chapter)