Chapter 677 The armed leader chewing on the chaat grass
"Okay, the man holding the AK74U is Aziz. He agreed to let us go out and talk to him, and he also agreed to take Ibrahim's call."
After a conversation with Aziz, Liu Hai nodded to Qin Fei and said, "You can go out now."
Old Yu moved to the door and said to the two of them: "Be careful!"
"Don't worry." Qin Fei held the satellite phone in his hand and was the first to walk out of the door, raising his hands to show that he had no ill intentions.
Liu Hai slowly followed behind and shouted to the leader of the other party in Arabic: "We are out."
Lao Yu said silently to Leng Xuan: "Keep an eye on the machine gunner on the pickup truck. If anything happens, kill him first."
Everyone's guns were pointed at the door. There was a distance of more than 30 meters from the door to Aziz's armed militia.
In fact, at this distance, even if an accident occurs, even if the Lao Yu and Jiaolong team members in the house use all their firepower to suppress the incident, it will be useless. It is simply impossible to escape from the guns of one or two hundred militiamen.
"We are friends of Ibrahim!" Liu Hai shouted while pointing to the satellite phone in Qin Fei's hand: "He is on the phone now. If possible, I would like to ask your leader, Mr. Aziz, to listen to the phone call.
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"you--"
With his back to the car lights, the man with a vague face holding an AK-74U pointed at Qin Fei.
"come over."
Qin Fei walked towards him slowly, and every step he took felt like he was stepping on the cracks of a minefield and surviving by chance.
The closer he got to those people, he could even see the body odor mixed with the smell of goat's milk emanating from these people.
"Phone." Qin Fei finally arrived in front of Aziz, stretched out his hand, and handed over the phone.
Only then did he see Aziz clearly. He was a strong man in his forties. Like all the locals, he had a unique turban wrapped around his head. The difference was that this guy was not wearing a robe.
Instead, he wore a short coat, with his chest open to reveal his furry body hair. There seemed to be some mole-like dark spots on the skin on both sides of his face. His mouth kept moving, as if he was chewing something.
Aziz stared at Qin Fei and glanced up and down with a very unfriendly look, but still took the satellite phone from his hand.
Hearing Ibrahim's voice on the phone, Aziz's tense face finally relaxed, suddenly revealing a pair of yellow and slightly bluish teeth.
"Ah! My old friend Ibrahim!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked aside, seeming to be chatting with Ibrahim.
Qin Fei couldn't understand what this guy was talking to Ibrahim, but judging from his expression, it seemed that Aziz really had a certain friendship with Ibrahim.
This made Qin Fei's heart return to his chest, and things were moving in a good direction.
After talking for about three or four minutes, Aziz finally took the phone and returned to his original position, standing opposite Qin Fei.
Three or four minutes of sitting were longer than three or four years for Qin Fei, and his back was already dripping with cold sweat.
No one can remain truly calm when hundreds of black guns are pointed at them, at least not when they have absolutely no chips.
Aziz vomited something on the ground, then looked at Qin Fei again, showing an indescribable weird smile.
"It seems that you are really Ibrahim's friend."
Qin Fei didn't understand. Aziz continued to smile strangely, handed the satellite phone back to Qin Fei, and motioned for him to listen to the call.
Qin Fei noticed that what Aziz spit out on the ground in front of him was not some chewing gum, but a sticky, disgusting-looking thing.
When Aziz was talking to himself, there was a slightly green taste in his mouth.
Chat grass!
This is just like when I was fighting against the rebels in Sierra Leone, the rebel soldiers also liked to chew this kind of stuff, and even the money they earned was not enough to buy this kind of drug.
After receiving the call, Ibrahim looked very proud on the other end of the phone: "Let me tell you, he and I are friends. There is no one here who doesn't know me, Ibrahim."
"Come on, stop bragging, what should we do now? Can they temporarily take us in for more than an hour? It will only take more than an hour for our reinforcements to arrive," Qin Fei said.
Ibrahim patted his chest again and assured: "No problem! Don't worry, I have made an agreement with them. You will leave soon. Before that, you are their guest and can stay here."
Qin Fei breathed a long sigh of relief.
If you get the support and protection of the Sergil tribe militia, I'm afraid even those Black Sun mercenaries won't dare to invade here easily, right?
It's safe.
The big stone in Qin Fei's heart finally fell to the ground.
Aziz waved to Qin Fei and said something in his mouth.
Liu Hai translated: "He invited us to be guests in his base camp until someone who contacted us came to pick him up."
"This is the best." Qin Fei simply couldn't think of a better idea than this. It seems that he would really pay Ibrahim when he went back. At least in this matter, he helped a lot.
Everyone boarded Giselle's armed pickup truck, and the convoy drove toward the center of the city.
The headquarters of the Giselle tribe militia is in the center of the city. This is a square that seems to have been a market in the past. It has now been used and is filled with armed pickup trucks.
Qin Fei didn't see much heavy firepower. Apart from the old-fashioned Deshka machine guns installed on pickup trucks, there was also the most popular RPG-7 rocket launcher in the Middle East. This old and cheap Soviet-style equipment could always be used.
To shine in the most barren and chaotic lands.
Aziz greeted everyone into a courtyard, walked through Yuyuan, and went up to a three-story earth building.
The buildings here are almost all made of stone and mud bricks, and the color is the same as the sand and gravel on the Gobi desert outside the wilderness, which is yellow to red.
"My friends, you can rest assured to stay here. Ibrahim and I are old friends. Since it is his business, then it is my business."
Ever since he confirmed the identities of Qin Fei and others on the phone with Ibrahim, Aziz has always had that uncomfortable smile on his face, as if his muscles were twitching and stiffening together, looking like
His smile was as stiff as a dummy in a wax museum.
"You are safe here, don't worry, you are safe..."
He raised his hands, stretched out two index fingers and tapped the air on his chest, emphasizing.
A woman in her twenties brought a tray containing Arabic sweet tea and placed it in front of everyone.
Then a subordinate walked in hurriedly and stood by the door.
Aziz glanced at his men, but they didn't say anything.
"Please feel free to do whatever you want. I still have a lot of things to deal with. There are wars everywhere now. Many cities are in chaos. I have to set up my own defense line."
After saying that, he nodded slightly, turned around and left, quickly disappearing out the door.