District 9

That night.

Lin Chengdong, Zhan Nan, Zhou Zheng and others took a plane and rushed to Baku, the main city in the fourth district.

After a long flight of fifteen hours, Lin Chengdong and others got off the plane and walked out of the airport at around ten o'clock in the morning of the second day.

The urban characteristics of Baku are full of southern style, with white walls, white buildings, and tapered tower buildings filling the streets.

The temperature here is five degrees higher than the average of the three major regions. It usually snows, but it is not as severe as in the northern hemisphere, and the snow melts relatively quickly. From this point of view, this place is more like a livable place now.

But everything has advantages and disadvantages. The economic conditions here were in a relatively backward stage before the Era, and various military conflicts occurred frequently. Therefore, even though the environment here is better now, the overall development level is still lagging behind other regions. Lots and lots.

On the streets, vagrants and drug sellers can be seen everywhere. Patrol soldiers from the city's army openly gathered together to gather for gambling, and they mingled openly with people involved in gray industries in the city.

The weapons and equipment of the soldiers here are appallingly poor, and many soldiers even carry machetes on their backs. The military vehicles they use for duty are all outdated and outmoded for generations. The gun holes on the panels and front of the vehicle are shocking, and many places are patched with iron plates. In short, they look like a group of anarchic organizations. Almost like rogue bandits.

It is no exaggeration to say that the firearms and ordnance used by He Dachuan, Meng Xi and others during their time on the mountain were several levels better than theirs. At least people can do it, everyone has a gun, but it's completely impossible here.

…

Although Lin Chengdong had never been to the Fourth District before, he was too lazy to pay attention to the customs and customs here. After they walked out of the airport, they immediately went to the roadside to find a place where they could exchange foreign currency, but sadly found that there was only one such place and it was closed at noon.

However, Lin Chengdong was well prepared before arriving, so he didn't wait there. Instead, he went to the most crowded market outside the airport.

The environment of the market is even more chaotic. It is filled with a large number of businessmen doing business outside the area. They are walking swaying in the central section and wearing different clothes. Zhou Zheng glanced at the surrounding environment and said speechlessly: "Damn it, if I hadn't said this was the fourth district, I would have thought we were in the Middle Ages."

In the stall to the left of Lin Chengdong, more than thirty black girls were kneeling. Each of them had price tags on their bodies and they were openly selling.

I think Qi Lin also did something to buy a wife, but it was done outside the district after all. No matter how chaotic the environment in the ninth district was at that time, it was impossible to allow someone to openly buy and sell people in the city. This... this is too nonsense.

But no one cares about the fourth district, and no one thinks it is anything special.

Lin Chengdong loosened his collar, looked at a row of dilapidated cars on the roadside, and then said: "Xiao Wu, they should be doing work, you go over and talk."

"Okay." A young man nodded, walked towards the intersection, and spoke English to an idle driver. But the other party didn't understand him. Then he spoke Zulu again, but the other party still didn't understand.

Xiaowu had no choice but to walk forward and start a conversation with another driver. This person speaks Dutch and both parties can communicate.

Xiao Wu is the backbone of the military intelligence department. He can speak multiple languages ​​and has strong business capabilities, so Lin Chengdong asked him to come.

The two sides communicated for less than three minutes. Xiao Wu came back and said: "Go to Mogambi, he doesn't want our Asian dollars, he only wants alliance coins or items."

Lin Chengdong brought some alliance currency before he came, so he nodded and replied: "How much?"

"five hundred."

"Damn, he wants so much money for a road trip of more than 400 kilometers?" Zhou Zheng cursed in a low voice; "This is obviously bullying students. You can't give so much. This place is in chaos, otherwise there will be trouble."

"Bargain with him." Lin Chengdong ordered Xiao Wu.

The two parties communicated again and finally settled the deal at a price of 380 yuan. Then the driver drove a pickup truck, which was not much better than a tractor, slowly driving out of the city.

Along the way, everyone passed by a large teahouse with a plaque with Chinese characters on it, but because Lin Chengdong, Zhou Zheng, Zhan Nan and others were not thinking about it, they did not notice it.

…

While on the road, Xiao Wu chatted a lot with the driver, and everyone finally figured out that around the fourth district, there were at least thirty armed forces with high rankings at war, in order to seize territory. Steal people.

Only people can have resources, produce food, and continue to survive. Therefore, the battle for population here is very fierce.

The car drove for more than ten hours for a distance of more than 400 kilometers, passing through several war zones along the way. Dead people on the roadside could be seen at regular intervals, and they were dead one by one, and the bodies were all frozen. , no one cares at all.

There are also many mountain roads in South Africa. Before the Christian era, many places were in dense forest areas, so the roads were very difficult to navigate. Seeing this scene, Zhou Zheng could understand why the other party wanted such a high fare.

In the early morning, the group arrived at their destination, Mogambi.

After getting off the car, Lin Chengdong stretched his aching body, frowned and said to Xiao Wu, "Ask him if he has a gun."

Xiao Wu was not surprised, he just stepped forward and started talking to the driver again.

Lin Chengdong turned to look at the town structure of Mogambi, and found that it was no smaller than Baku, and the military flags planted in many areas were different.

It's so strange here. Some towns in the planned area have already surpassed the towns in the area. The reason for this is the huge number of armed forces. Once they occupy the territory, they naturally want to develop and grow, and the resources in the area are limited. It is impossible for all towns to develop at the same time, so this situation naturally formed.

After Xiao Wu talked with the driver for about three minutes, the latter pulled out a single-barreled hunting rifle from under the car seat that could only be loaded with six rounds of ammunition.

This game should be obviously autonomous. It is estimated to be about the same power as the firecrackers from n fucking centuries ago, and whether it can be fired may also depend on luck.

However, there is still a difference between having this and not having this, so Lin Chengdong spent another hundred yuan to buy this thing.

The driver with a simple face glanced at everyone and was about to say goodbye and leave, but as soon as he turned around, Lin Chengdong elbowed him directly on the temple from behind.

"Bang bang!"

Zhou Zheng also suddenly took action, pulled his hair, and hit his temple several times with his knee. He stopped when he saw that the latter had completely fainted.

"Lock him in the car and throw away the communication equipment. At dawn tomorrow, if someone passes by here, someone will naturally save him." Lin Chengdong ordered.

Xiaowu did as he was told.

Lin Chengdong had no choice but to do this. It was too chaotic here and everyone was there. If the driver had malicious intentions, it would be troublesome.

After everyone was done, they quickly left the scene and entered the town of Mogambi.

That night, Lin Chengdong did not contact Xu Wen's friend. Instead, he found a Chinese-speaking hotel to stay. He contacted the other party at around 8 a.m. the next day.

"Hello, is this Mr. Lin?"

"Yes, I'm in Mogambi. Give me the address and I'll find you."

…

Chongdu.

Qin Yu sat in the headquarters, lowered his head and sent a text message. When he was about to stand up, he saw that the "kingdom" placed on the bookshelf had already fallen some dust.

He paused, picked up the tablecloth himself, walked over and wiped it.