Livestreaming the Hunt

Seeing that Lao Kui's face turned cold, the audience became nervous.

"Hush!"

Wang Kui first made a small gesture, and then listened to the door. He has a full-level tracker hunter card, and he is extremely sensitive to the sound of creatures.

see.

Jiang Chen walked quickly to the window and opened it to increase the noise in the room.

Seeing how tense the atmosphere was between the two, Zhao Zhongheng looked bewildered, and asked in a small voice, "Old Kui, what's the matter?"

When Wang Kui heard that there was no one at the door, he called them to the bathroom and turned on the shower and faucet.

In the armed police operations, such small means of anti-reconnaissance have almost become instinctive.

"I think we should be being targeted..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the audience and Lao Zhao were startled, "As Jiang Chen analyzed before, I think the traffic jam in the middle of the street is too coincidental. Before I came, I checked Mogadishu's satellite map."

"The place where we got off the plane was in the south of Mogadishu, Aden Adde International Airport, while the port of Mogadishu is in the northeast. Both are near the coastline, and the buildings here are the sparsest."

"The area where the livestock industry is well developed in Mogadishu is in the inland part of the northwest. I really don't understand why anyone would walk camels in the streets near the coast."

He said so.

The audience really felt a little suspicious.

Jiang Chen nodded, "At that time, the black man with the blue turban wanted to get out of the car, and I felt that something was wrong, and as soon as he came back, the traffic stopped, as if someone deliberately got stuck there with a camel."

Zhao Zhongheng was a little puzzled, "The entire security team is a murderer? How did he contact others? Did he use a mobile phone?"

"It shouldn't be..."

Wang Kui narrowed his eyes, "If the whole team is gangsters, then at the airport, after seeing Jiang Chen leaking money, he should have done it directly, and at that time Achim was about to get off the car, but the blue turban took the initiative Please."

"So, I think the security captain is at least towards us. When I came, I saw one or two black people glanced at our car, and then ran away. It may be that they had their own contact gestures, and finally communicated through traffic jams. connection."

in Mogadishu.

Although the satellite network is developed, most of the people who use it are businessmen and intermediaries, and it is difficult for ordinary people to afford high communication fees.

【Then what should we do, Lao Kui? 】

[It's too dangerous here! Or find the police! 】

【Brother, are you kidding me? Even the political power in this country is not stable, you told me to call the police? There is not even a Chinese embassy, ​​only a stability maintenance fleet at sea! 】

What the audience was worried about was also what Zhao Zhongheng was worried about.

Wang Kui glanced at the time, walked to the window, and glanced at the passers-by across the street. It seemed that there was a child who was always wandering around, and glanced over from time to time:

"Jiang Chen, you should contact the captain Hank on the phone first, and advance tomorrow's sailing time by an hour. Don't tell anyone about it. I'll meet with Achim and see how he solves it. This hotel can't Wait, it won't be long before you will be surrounded!"

finished.

He opened the door.

And at the same time as the door of his room opened, the two security rooms on the opposite side were also pushed open, which startled the audience.

One is Achim's room, and the other is the room where the blue turban is.

Lao Kui's analysis was indeed correct!

"Boss, do you want to go out?"

Achim asked a question.

"I want to discuss with you about the security of going to sea tomorrow."

Wang Kui greeted the other party, and Achim walked over with a gun on his back. He closed the door directly, and then explained all the analysis between himself and Jiang Chen.

Achim glanced out the window with a serious expression on his face: "We can't live here, we have to change places, you wait for me!"

After saying a few words, he left.

Three minutes later.

When he came back again, there were some dark red marks on his clothes and arms. It was blood!

【Fuck! Is that blue turban gone? 】

[Awesome, if you say no, then there will be no! 】

[In a war-torn country, human lives are like grass! 】

[Such decisive action? Somalia is so cruel! ! 】

[This security captain is not a good person, just like Lao Kui, he doesn't talk too much! 】

Panting heavily, Achim said hurriedly: "I asked the driver to change the car and wait for us in the alley next door. You need to change your clothes and follow me through the escape door of the hotel!"

Because there are too many terrorist attacks in Mogadishu, most hotels will build underground safe houses and secret escape routes.

Several people quickly packed up their things and left through the underground passage inside the hotel.

When I came out again, I was in a mud house across the street.

at this time.

The driver has not yet returned in a new car.

Wang Kui picked up the binoculars and looked at the position of the black child who was in charge of stalking him before. At the intersection not far from him, eight or nine black men with AK47s were walking towards him aggressively. Come here, and each shoulder is tied with a black cloth.

After the two sides exchanged a few words, the little boy pointed to the side of the hotel, and the group rushed directly into the lobby of the hotel.

Seeing this scene, many water friends felt chills down their backs.

Fortunately, Lao Kui responded quickly!

If you were stuck in the hotel, you would have nowhere to escape!

"It's the Burke Party, the third extremist organization in Mogadishu..."

Achim also seemed wary of the gang.

After the driver brought the car over, several people quickly got into the car and left here.

Inside the hotel.

A gang of Burkes forced back the security guards with guns, threatened the front desk, and came to the room where Wang Kui and the other three were staying.

"Where are people?"

The leader, a muscular black man with curly hair, looked at the empty room and asked coldly.

"I do not know……"

The front desk clerk was terrified.

"Boss, Mir is dead..."

Next to him, the companion found the body of a black man with a blue turban covered in blood on the bed in the opposite room, and his throat was cut.

The curly-haired black man gritted his teeth, seemed very angry, and shouted: "Send someone out immediately to look for it at the port. If you can rent a medium-sized fishing boat, those people have at least tens of thousands of dollars in cash on them, and then I will ask for another sum." The ransom is enough for us to buy hundreds of guns!"

Give an order, and all the younger brothers will act immediately.

the other side.

Under the leadership of Achim, Wang Kui and the others found a new hotel.

In the afternoon, they stayed in the room and did not dare to run around. Because of the time difference, he downloaded the broadcast very early.

Early the next morning.

Wang Kui got up at 4 o'clock to start the broadcast. Although the sun was not out here in Mogadishu, it was already morning in China.

He knocked on the door on the other side.

Achim's eyes were sleepy, "Boss, isn't it still five o'clock?"

"The time has changed, let's go now!"

Wang Kui put on his backpack and left a message.

Achim immediately understood that he didn't tell him the temporary change of time, which was distrust, but in yesterday's situation, he would be careful about whoever it was.

Not to mention the specific boarding time, just to prevent the news from leaking again, extremists and opposition groups set up an ambush in the alley near the port!

As long as you can reach the port safely, you will be fine, because there are guards nearby!

I have something to do today, so I just came back at night, so I rushed to a chapter. I will update today, and tomorrow I will make up what I owe today and the monthly ticket!