At eight o'clock in the evening, on the streets of Bajil City in Country Y.
At this time, many cities were without power due to civil unrest.
The power station in Bajil City was hit in the crossfire and has been without power since yesterday, plunging the city into darkness after nightfall.
At this time, most people are hiding at home and waiting for the limelight to pass. Whether it is HS armed forces or ZFJ, the outcome of the battle will always come out after a few days. All the ordinary people can do is hide at home and ensure the safety of their entire family first.
Bajil was like a ghost town at this time. The streets and alleys were deserted. Those who dared to take to the streets at this time were either members of armed groups or mentally ill.
Hasselblad drove his carefully modified bulletproof SUV on the street. He was going to the other end of the city to find his other partner, Armani.
He is not a lunatic, nor is he a hs person. He has a serious identity - the manager of the Yinde Shipping Company in Country Y.
It sounds like this company is engaged in shipping and transportation. In fact, it does transport, but the things it transports are a little different.
There are only five people in his company, three clerks, one supervisor, and one manager, who is himself.
It is no different from those who are engaged in the shipping business here. Hasselblad's business is to arrange shipping business for import and export bosses.
But there is one difference.
In Sana'a, everyone knows Hasselblad.
Including HS armed forces, or senior government officials, or even military personnel.
He is a well-rounded guy, and in the eyes of others, his hands and eyes are open to the sky.
Hasselblad is not only engaged in military business, but also has inextricable relationships with various local armed forces. Even some important officials of Country Y who need to launder money will come to Hasselblad. He can always get things done, little by little.
Nothing will go wrong.
The reason why a small shipping company is so awesome is not because Hasselblad himself is great. To use an old saying, there are people behind him.
Hasselblad has another identity, the business manager of the Gray Rabbit Defense Company's office in country y, and this Gray Rabbit Defense's background is not ordinary, not only has strong strength, but also has strong combat effectiveness.
Therefore, Hasselblad did not panic at all.
All he has to worry about is whether some ignorant recruit will fire an RPG at his car because of psychological stress. As for the rifle, it doesn't matter, it can't penetrate it anyway.
The car skillfully passed through the streets and weaved in and out of alleys.
When we were still 2 kilometers away from our destination, a checkpoint suddenly appeared in front of us. A T72SM tank was parked on the side of the road, its muzzle pointed at the front of the road. Next to it, there was a pickup truck with a tank in the truck compartment.
The old-fashioned Deshka fired several shots. The machine gunner covered half of his face, staring ahead with his eyes exposed, grabbing the handle in his hand and looking ready to fire at any time.
"Damn it!"
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Hasselblad's forehead, so he quickly stopped the car.
Although my car has been modified and has certain bulletproof capabilities and can withstand 7.62-caliber rifle bullets, it was called T72. The Deshka machine gun on the pickup truck next to it was shot at me.
This car is also like a paper lake.
It is said that the T72SM originally belonged to ZFJ, but when Hasselblad saw the attire of those people, they were completely wild and did not have regular military uniforms. He knew at a glance that they were from HS.
Therefore, he could only put his hands on the steering wheel honestly and try his best to make the other party see it.
The quality of HS personnel is uneven. If you don't make a single wrong move, if someone gets nervous and makes such a move towards you, it will be like an old cat capsized in the gutter.
Several HS armed men came up and surrounded the car, pointing their guns at the Hasselblad in the car.
"hands up!"
"get off!"
"Open the car door!"
"Hurry up! Otherwise, you will be beautiful!"
Several armed men looked fiercely at Hasselblad's car.
After all, the car looks pretty good...
"Okay, okay! Don't get excited, look at my hand... Do you see it? I'm about to open the door, don't shoot!"
As Hasselblad spoke, he gestured with his movements and kept up with his body language to avoid misjudgments.
Card--
The car door opened and Hasselblad got out of the car with his hands raised.
Two young armed men came up and pressed Hasselblad directly onto the hood and began to touch his pockets.
"Listen to me, man, I'm not from the ZFJ. Can you tell me which department I belong to?"
“We are from Achim Youth Hostel!”
After hearing this, Hasselblad secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Achim Youth Brigade, this is a relatively moderate faction within HS, and their leader's name is Abdul Achim.
"Your boss and I are friends. You have found the wrong person. Can you please let me call him to confirm my identity?" Hasselblad moved out of his network.
Sure enough, after listening to Hasselblad's words, the leader immediately stretched out his hand to stop the other two-year-old young man from conducting a rough search, then came closer and asked: "Do you know our boss?"
"Of course, the relationship between him and me is not generally good." Hasselblad said: "If you don't believe the call I made, you can contact him yourself and see."
In fact, the little boss has no direct contact with his boss at all, but he really doesn't dare to kill Hasselblad just like that, or rob Hasselblad's finances. Otherwise, if what Hasselblad says is true and he kills his own people, he will be in trouble in the future.
It is to be punished.
After thinking again and again, he said: "Wait a minute."
After saying that, he turned around and ran to the pickup truck, picked up the radio and started to contact his superior.
Hasselblad breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as you are willing to verify your identity, this matter should be safe.
Ten minutes later, the screen of Hasselblad's cell phone that was found and placed on the hood suddenly lit up, and then a number was displayed.
"Look, your boss called." Hasselblad glanced at the number and motioned to the energetic young man beside him: "Would you like to answer your boss's call personally?"
The two young militants looked at me and I looked at you, but neither of them picked them up.
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If I accept it, won’t I be scolded?
The little boss came over and said to Hasselblad: "Please answer the phone and take a look."
Hasselblad then stood up straight, picked up the phone, and pressed the call button.
After saying a few words, Achim on the other end of the phone said, "Let the little boss listen."
Hasselblad handed the phone to the little boss: "Your boss is looking for you."
The little boss hesitated for a moment, then took it, put it next to his ear and walked aside.
The conversation was much more interesting this time.
After a few words, the little boss started to say "yes" repeatedly.
After arriving, I returned to Hasselblad, handed the phone back, and said very sincerely: "Mr. Hasselblad, I'm really sorry. We are executing an order to inspect passing vehicles. Please tell me if I offended you."
forgive."
His attitude took a 180-degree turn.
Hasselblad took the phone with a smile, put it in his pocket, and said generously: "It's okay, it's okay. May xx bless you, my brother."
After saying that, the little leader waved his hand and drove away his men like flies: "Go back! Go back!"
Hasselblad packed up the things on the hood, returned to the car, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and restarted the car.
The obstacles blocking the road in front were removed by several HS militants. The road was now clear. Hasselblad stepped on the accelerator and quickly left this place of trouble.
Ten minutes later, Hasselblad drove to a building on the outskirts of the city. He got out of the car in front of the garage, then looked left and right, made sure there was no danger, pressed the doorbell, took two steps back, stood up, and pointed.
Camera.
Soon, the garage door slowly opened.
He returned to the car and drove in.
The gate closes behind you.
The lights came on, and a person walked down the stairs. He stretched his head to look at Hasselblad and asked loudly: "The boss is really good at finding business. Now he wants us to pick up people? I don't know how much the reward will be!"
Hasselblad closed the car door and said to the man: "Armani, it's best to say what you said here. If the boss hears it, we will have no business. Don't think that you and I are the only ones who can have fun here. The boss is very popular.
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Armani chuckled and said, "I was just joking, why are you nervous? Come on, I have everything ready."
Hasselblad looked at his watch, frowned, and said to himself: "Why hasn't it arrived yet..."