Most of the buildings in Hillbrow neighborhood are of European style. In fact, this was a famous wealthy area in Johannesburg in the past. However, after the apartheid policy ended in the 1990s, earth-shaking changes took place here in just a dozen years.
change.
Qin Fei was sitting on a bench in the park in the middle of the street. Two wooden bars on the backrest of the chair had been removed, making it look dilapidated. There were garbage plastic bags everywhere on the ground around him. The garbage in a trash can in the distance had already been removed.
When it was full, a lot of garbage was thrown near the barrel, and green-headed flies as big as little thumbs were buzzing and flying above it like bombers.
The place where Red and the Holy City Army were trading was a dark red European-style four-story building about a hundred meters away across the park. Hugo was at the corner behind the building, parking the cart next to the wall, and people
He stood aside, covered with a rag.
Connor was on the street opposite the building, at the entrance of an alley, squatting on the ground, holding a half-filled bottle of low-quality brandy in his hand. He occasionally took a sip, not knowing whether it was real or fake.
Mist sat next to Qin Fei, holding a newspaper he picked up from the ground and reading it with gusto.
The Chevrolet van was parked at the street intersection about thirty meters behind the two of them, with the doors and windows closed. Inside were Major Mitchell and her two men.
"There are many people with guns nearby downstairs, have you seen them?"
Connor's voice came from the earphones.
Qin Fei glanced over there.
Downstairs from the cafe, both sides of the street were filled with some messy fruit stalls, and some shops also placed their goods outside the door. This scene gave Qin Fei a somewhat familiar feeling, as if he had returned to
In the third and fourth tier cities in China, the lively and crowded street scenes in those small counties.
"Most of their fruit stalls have automatic weapons under them." Connor reminded everyone again, "These may be gangsters connected with the Quds Force."
"I know, pay attention. It's best to avoid a gunfight. If that doesn't work, let's start a war. Protecting Red is the first point." Michelle said.
Rhett got out of the car. He was wearing a casual shirt, trousers and leather shoes today, holding a black leather bag in his hand, and walked slowly to the entrance of the cafe.
Two fierce-looking black men stopped Red at the door and briefly searched him.
Qin Fei knew that the matter was far from that simple. The cafe was upstairs, and there might be professional technicians from the Holy City Army checking on Red when they got upstairs.
Any organization member engaged in underground KB activities will always be like a mouse living in a dark corner. They play a cat and mouse game with members of the anti-terrorist force and intelligence agencies. Being careful will keep them alive longer.
"Major, we can't see Red now. If something happens to him up there, it might be difficult for us to find him if we don't use guns," Connor couldn't help but say.
Michelle said: "Hugo, please pay close attention. Over there is where the back stairs and fire escapes are. You can also see the back door from your position. Once someone comes out from there, they must see the situation clearly."
"See the situation clearly?" Hugo said helplessly: "That's not what I'm worried about now. If they escort Rhett out, I can only watch helplessly. But that means that Rhett's plan is successful. They escorted Rhett out."
With him, there is only one choice, and that is to get what they think is the real hard drive."
Now the fake hard drive is in the safe of the vault, but the real hard drive is in Red's hands.
This trap-within-a-trap plan bets on people's hearts and suspicions, but Qin Fei is still very worried. After all, it is a real hard drive, the only Achilles heel. If there is any accident or commotion, he will be there.
It was lost in the gunfight, and I could never find the second one.
Although there was no way to crack Achilles' heel in the past, it was still in his own hands. As long as he found Professor Morris in his hands, he could decrypt it. At least there was hope.
Once the hard drive is lost...
Qin Fei simply couldn't imagine what would happen after this happened.
At least, he himself couldn't explain it to Kunchai.
That was something his sister Zhang Lan gave her life in exchange for. Qin Fei still has a lot of questions about how Zhang Lan got this hard drive. It is an unsolved mystery. Maybe in the future, he can learn the whole thing from Fan Tianlong's mouth.
The whole story.
"Connor, there is a situation over there." George's voice suddenly appeared in the earphones, "Two black hooligans are approaching you, be careful, they have guns."
Qin Fei was shocked and looked towards where Connor was.
Sure enough, two young black men wearing vests, exaggerated hip-hop style pants, and peaked caps walked towards Connor. Judging from their age, they were both under twenty years old and belonged to the street.
The gangster type.
However, in the Hillbrow neighborhood of Johannesburg, guns are definitely a must-have item, and you would be embarrassed to say hello to anyone with a gun.
The waists of the two black hooligans were bulging, and one could tell at a glance that they were something.
Perhaps it was Connor's sudden appearance here that surprised them, or maybe it was for other reasons that made them very interested in "tramp" Connor.
"Hey! Brother!" A young hooligan who had already walked up to Connor stretched out his hand with a smile. The thick silver necklace around his neck kept dangling, shining silver in the sunlight.
"Do you have any money? I don't have enough money to buy cigarettes!"
The other one went up and kicked Connor on the instep, as if to remind him.
"This is our territory. You must pay some money to honor us here."
Qin Fei began to become a little worried. Connor had no problem dealing with the two hooligans, and the two hooligans might not know that the homeless man in front of him who seemed to be extremely unlucky was actually the one with the highest level of military training in the world.
A member of the agency and special forces, if this decadent-looking guy wanted to, he could wring the heads off two hooligans in a matter of seconds.
However, now is not the time to take action.
What worried Qin Fei even more was Connor's accent.
Although English can be used here, Connor's accent has a bit of a British accent from the Welsh region, and that slightly rolled-up British accent may give away his identity.
The channel became quiet, and everyone was waiting to see how Connor would deal with it.
Once a move is made, the gangsters on the street will immediately come to support, and the four of them may have to deal with dozens or even hundreds of people.
Qin Fei's blood began to rush rapidly in his blood vessels, and adrenaline hormones were secreted rapidly, making his senses in an extremely sharp state, even a little excited.
This is the crisis that special forces and black ops personnel have to face. It's like extreme sports. It looks scary to others, but once you get addicted to it, it's like taking drugs. When you leave the battlefield, you will suddenly miss those days, and even
I was immersed in it and suddenly woke up every night, thinking that I was still in the battlefield.
Connor didn't say anything. The two hooligans seemed to be a little impatient, and one of them suddenly pulled out the pistol from his waist, pulled the slide, loaded the bullet into the chamber, and pointed it at Connor.
"Fake! It's going to be bad." Mist couldn't help but whisper from the side. His hand had already touched the Glock 18 in the holster on his waist. (To be continued)