It was almost half past eight, and Hasselblad was assigned the task of waiting here for four people, four Chinese people.
Then he took them to Sana'a overnight, picked up a team of 23 people, and took them back to the port of Dohodeida.
The task seems very simple, just come and go.
But it's not easy in this situation.
When they reached the second floor, Hasselblad asked Armani: "Have you prepared all the documents?"
Armani nodded, walked to the table, picked up the three documents on the table, picked them up and handed them to Hasselblad.
Hasselblad took the certificate, walked under the lamp, looked at it carefully for a while, then reached out and rubbed it on the certificate, and finally said: "The ink is not dry yet."
Armani said: "I was just about to put it in the oven to dry it, and you came before I had time."
After saying that, he picked up the certificate and walked to a small red oven, opened the oven door, spread out the certificates one by one, put them in, adjusted the temperature, set the time, and pressed the on button.
After all, a small oven is an essential tool for forgers.
Many times, the oven can be of great help to determine what kind of documents are needed.
For example, if you want to create a certificate that was issued ten years ago, and the certificate holder has worked here for a long time and has never changed the certificate, then your certificate must be baked in an oven until it reaches a certain
The level of yellowing is considered acceptable.
How long and how long should it be roasted? These are all experiences.
For another example, the environment where this person works is very humid. In order to appear realistic, the manufacturer will sprinkle some special liquid prepared by himself on the certificate, leaving it in a humid environment for two days to produce mold spots, and then put it in the oven and bake it.
The things are yellowed and slightly moldy, so they look close to the real thing.
Armani is good at this.
He is the business manager of the shipping company, and his other identity is the operations manager of the Gray Rabbit Defense office in country y.
At that time, he graduated as an outstanding student from the PMC private training base in E country. He was recruited to work in the company as a key training target of Gray Rabbit defense. Because of his outstanding work, he was later sent by the company to participate in advanced training courses and learned a lot.
A skill.
Nowadays, he and Hasselblad control the business of country y, and the two brothers earn a lot of money every year.
After doing all this, Armani took out two cans of Coke from the refrigerator and handed one to Hasselblad.
Hasselblad took it and kept it cold.
Being able to drink ice-cold Coke at this time is really a luxury.
After all, the city had been without power for two days.
At first, the two of them were in Sana'a, but the exchange of fire there was the most intense. In order to avoid being accidentally injured, they temporarily moved to the safe house here in Bajil.
In this safe house, all equipment is complete, including food, weapons, ammunition, diesel, gasoline, generator sets, etc. There is even a well in the yard to maintain daily water supply needs.
All of these are "benefits" provided by the company and do not require personal spending.
Speaking of which, working in Gray Rabbit Defense is relatively risky, but the benefits are absolutely top-notch.
While drinking Coke, Hasselblad used a laptop computer to pass through the road he had just walked, and sent the safe route after entering the city to the duty center of Gray Rabbit Defense. This was an intelligence report. After finishing it, he spoke in Chinese
Edited a message and sent it once to an unknown mobile phone number.
Most of the people in Huitu Defense can speak a little bit of Chinese. After all, the boss is from China. The company has language subsidies. The more you learn, the more you earn. Having more skills is not a burden.
After finishing everything, Hasselblad picked up the mobile phone on the table and once again confirmed that the battery was fully charged, then picked up the Coke and drank it.
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Beep——
On a certain highway heading to Bajil, Zhang Jian, who was sitting in the back seat, received a message on his mobile phone.
When you open it, you will see a route map of Bajil City.
It indicates which streets in the city are currently safe, have no checkpoints, and which roads are clear.
Zhang Jian looked at the number.
This number is a mysterious number.
The mobile phone is customized for military use. It contains the military Beidou terminal system and has a self-destruct program that can clean the data inside at any time.
The number was given by the team leader, and he didn't say who it was. Anyway, he just said to contact this number if there is anything.
The information provided was a route, and it was actually in Chinese.
This is very strange.
However, he still called up the navigation, entered the route, planned the route in the navigation, and then asked Secretary Chen: "Secretary Chen, how long does it take to reach Bajil?"
"Almost, there are still five kilometers to go."
Secretary Chen's head was covered in sweat at this time, and he was not used to wearing night vision goggles. When he saw things with night vision goggles, his field of view was not as wide as usual, and the first time he used it, it was a little unreal because of the green light.
Feel.
"When you get to Bajil, follow this route."
He handed the phone directly to Li Zheng, the co-pilot, who held him at the air outlet and told the driver his secret.
"Okay, I'll follow the route."
It was a distance of five kilometers. Although the car did not dare to drive too fast at this time, it still entered Bajil ten minutes later.
Different from the previous remote roads, although there are no lights here in Bajile, sporadic gunshots can be heard occasionally, and the sky in the distance seems to be glowing orange, as if it is the effect of the firelight on the ground.
Secretary Chen carefully followed the route. Soon, the car drove around the city for about ten minutes and arrived at a remote street.
Except for a few two- and three-story buildings on both sides of the street, there was no one around.
"arrive."
Secretary Chen gave guidance on navigation.
"Wait a minute, I'll contact the guide."
After saying that, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed a phone number.
Zhang Jian was stunned when he saw that the number and the number he used to receive messages were actually the same.
Soon, the call came through.
Secretary Chen asked in Albian on the phone: "I am from Huaxia DSG. Are you the guide responsible for leading the way this time?"
A middle-aged man's slightly magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone: "Yes, you are Chen?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Yes! I am!" Secretary Chen quickly confirmed.
"Where are you now? Have you arrived?"
"According to the route you provided, we're here."
"Waiting where you are."
After saying that, the other party hung up the phone.
Secretary Chen froze in his seat, looking at the screen of his mobile phone that went out, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"He asked me to wait."
After a while, he remembered to explain to everyone.
Li Zheng looked around and suddenly said: "We can't all stay in the car. Leave one person in the driver's seat in the car, and the rest will get off the car, find cover and hide in different positions, and keep an eye on each other to be alert.
"
Zhang Jian also felt that it made sense, nodded and said: "Okay, Secretary Chen, you stay and contact the other party, and the three of us will get out of the car to provide you with cover."
"You...I..." Chen Mi was a little panicked.
He is just a civil servant.
To be honest, I don't know much about military tactics.
He felt very guilty when he was left alone in the car in such a place.
"Can't you keep one?"
Chen Mi even seemed to be begging.
After all, leaving one extra person can also provide psychological care and support.
"No." Li Zheng said: "There is no difference between leaving one person and leaving everyone. If someone really wants to attack this car and us, it will be useless no matter how many people we leave. It will be a dead end. If we separate, we will have a chance to fight back.
"
"But..." Chen Mi subconsciously wanted to say, why didn't he get out of the car by himself?
But then I thought about it, we are all commandos, so it makes sense to go down and occupy key parts to guard. What about you? Why are you going down? To see the scenery?
So, when the words came to my lips, I swallowed them back.
Li Zheng saw Chen Mi's fear, reached out and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "It's okay, we will watch over you. Besides, you speak English well. No one among us can speak it well. It's no use staying here."
.”
After saying that, he turned around and whispered a few words to Zhang Jian and Qiang Yong. The three nodded and dispersed, leading into the darkness on both sides of the street.
Li Zheng hid under the corner of a nearby building. There was a mound of dirt there. It was said to be a mound of dirt, but it was actually a mound of mud and sand, which the locals used to build houses and walls.
He pressed himself close to the wall and tried his best to hide behind the mound of dirt. He peeked out of the corner and stared at the off-road vehicle more than ten meters away.
The night vision goggles were turned on at this time, and the surroundings were clear.
After confirming that the hiding place was good, Li Zheng pulled out his pistol, loaded it, turned on the safety, and then walked towards the other end of the alley where his hiding place was with the gun.
He must clearly see the surrounding terrain, including what terrain is around his location.
In the event of an emergency, you can make the correct judgment yourself.
The alley is more than ten meters long, and at the end, there is a patch of weeds, weeds that are taller than a person.
Looking further into the distance, there are actually hills.
This is already a suburb, so there are very few residents around and the density of buildings is not high.
After seeing the terrain clearly, he finally felt relieved.
When he left, he picked up a dead branch of a plant on the ground, broke it into a small stick the length of a match, and then spread it on the dirt floor of the alley, leaving half of it exposed.
Such small dead branches are easy to break as long as you step on them. Broken small dead branches will make a slight crunching sound at night.
This is the simplest jungle-made alarm that veterans have ever learned. Of course, there are many ways to do it, and they all need to be adapted to local conditions.
Back in the hiding place, Li was turning on the call microphone and tapping it three times to indicate that he was in place.
The other two people also made knocking sounds, which were transmitted to the headphones.
Everything is ready, just waiting for the contact person to come over.