Qin Fei and everyone put on their equipment, told Yuri, and then led everyone towards an old and dilapidated warehouse building more than 200 meters away from the pier.
Since they were equipped with a complete set of special forces equipment, they looked particularly dazzling in front of the anti-government armed soldiers who were all wearing simple variegated military uniforms with hanging old Soviet-made bullet belts and carrying AK-47 assault rifles.
Looking at the extremely unfriendly group of soldiers wearing Arab robes, tattered headscarves, and assault rifles hanging with their eyes staring fiercely at him, Kunchai couldn't help feeling a little nervous. He subconsciously approached Qin Fei and held his hand in his hand.
The gun's safety was gently pushed open.
"Boss, these guys are staring at us like a pack of wolves."
Qin Fei also seemed to smell the smell of danger. Although these guys didn't know the specific price, they could tell that good weapons were good at a glance. He and his teammates were all standard equipment of the US military special forces, and the outfits cost tens of thousands of dollars. For
For these rebels, it is simply a dream come true.
I walked carefully to the warehouse and was stopped by a group of Youth Army soldiers.
"What for!?"
The leader spoke in Arabic, and Qin Fei was confused.
Qin Fei's English is okay, but he has never learned Arabic. The only thing Qin Fei understands is the famous phrase "Allah Huq Abba".
However, once they shout this sentence, nothing good happens.
There was a language barrier and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
The dozen or so people on the other side raised their guns at once and pointed them at everyone in the X mercenary group.
"Calm down! We are not enemies!" Qin Fei didn't want to cause trouble here. If there was a fight, let alone who would lose or win, it would definitely end badly.
"We are looking for someone." Eric stepped out from the crowd, and his fluent Arabic was even better than Qin Fei's Mandarin. "We are looking for Ibrahim, who was introduced by a friend."
Although everyone couldn't understand what Eric was saying, the atmosphere suddenly seemed to relax a little. The rebel leader on the opposite side glanced at everyone suspiciously.
"Who are you?"
"We are friends of Mr. Victor, and Mr. Victor is also a friend of Ibrahim. It was he who introduced us to come here to find Ibrahim. Look!"
Eric turned back and pointed to the "Dolphin" on the dock, "That is our ship, and we provide you with weapons."
The leader glanced at the ship, his expression finally calmed down, and he put on a smile: "Ah, we are friends!"
Then he said to Qin Fei and others: "You guys wait here, I'll report it."
After the rebels left, Kunchai couldn't help but whispered: "Damn, it's really serious. Just like meeting the king, you still need to report?"
Qin Fei smiled. In fact, it is simple to think about it. The Youth Army is hardcore anti-American. Since Ibrahim has such a close relationship with the people of the Youth Army, of course he is not welcomed by the US military.
The Middle East is a place where dragons and snakes are mixed, various national forces are secretly fighting each other, and various organizations and factions are complicated. No one knows where Ibrahim comes from.
Perhaps seeing that he and his teammates were dressed like special forces, the Youth Army soldiers in charge of the security were so nervous. No one could guarantee whether they were sent to assassinate Ibrahim.
However, Qin Fei developed a strong interest in Ibrahim.
To be able to lead people like him through the line of fire and ensure safety, this guy must have a lot of background. Maybe like Victor, he is an old slicker who eats up and down.
"Eric, your Arabic is really good." Qin Fei was a little surprised that Eric knew Arabic.
"Boss, don't forget what I did before?" Thor Eric said with a smile: "Assassins perform tasks all over the world. When performing tasks, they must be secretive. To be secretive, you must integrate into the local society. Therefore, the language and language of many places in the world are different.
You must understand the customs, this is a compulsory course for assassins."
Qin Fei thought about it. Otherwise, if you don't understand anything and look conspicuous wherever you go, how can you carry out the assassination mission?
Soon, the leader of the youth army reappeared in front of Qin Fei and others. This time his attitude was obviously much better than before.
"Ibrahim said that he can see you now. Please come with me."
The group of people followed the leader into the warehouse, walked along the dilapidated warehouse filled with stone chips and thick dust, and then walked to the second floor with very weak flashlight light.
Along the way, Qin Fei noticed that there were bullet holes everywhere and none of the glass was good. It was obvious that a fierce battle had taken place here.
Ports, terminals, and transportation hubs such as airports are definitely battlegrounds for military strategists during wartime.
In this case, he should not stay here for too long, otherwise a new battle will probably break out here soon. This mission is to pick up Chen Yong's relatives, and Qin Fei does not want to get involved in other people's wars.
After walking a few steps up to the second floor, a sharp horn sound suddenly sounded outside. This horn sound was obviously the sound made by a hand-held electric horn, a rapid and sharp buzz.
alarm!?
Everyone froze on the spot and raised their guns involuntarily.
Qin Fei's first thought was that the government troops were counterattacking. Any military commander would do this. This is the dock. Since Victor can transport weapons from here, it is natural for the government troops to blow up this place.
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However, everyone did not hear the gunfire, but heard the noisy shouts outside.
Then, fire exploded outside the warehouse building, and a strong wave of air destroyed all the scattered glass windows.
The entire warehouse seemed to be shaking, and the ceiling cement board in one corner at the end was completely lifted. It seemed as if a pair of giant thugs hit it hard, destroying a corner of the warehouse.
Qin Fei felt like he was being carried by a huge impact. His body flew up involuntarily and fell directly to the concrete floor two meters away. The shock made his heart almost jump out of his throat.
Dust, fine debris, and cement stones fell one after another, covering the people with a thick layer.
"Fuck me!"
Old Yu got up from the ground, wiped his face, and found blood on his palms, and the skin on his face was burning and painful.
"It's a bomb! An aerial bomb!" Qin Fei immediately realized that the explosion just now was no ordinary artillery fire. Judging from the intensity of the explosion, only air-dropped guided bombs could have such power.
Qin Fei was still frightened and shouted at everyone: "Run! Get out of here! Otherwise, you will die!"
Obviously, buildings and warehouses are valuable bombing targets. It's okay to hide here and fight defensive battles, but if they really encounter an air attack, they are perfect targets!
Everyone got up from the ground and jumped down the stairs like a rabbit.
This is not a battle on the same level. The flesh-and-blood mercenaries are nothing but scum under the bombings of planes. Without anti-aircraft missiles, they are all just prey under the muzzle of the gun.