At eight o'clock in the evening, on the streets of Bajil City, 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 whole 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 was driving 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 Said 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.
No different from those 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, high-ranking ZF officials, and 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 not only does 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 can 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 is 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 a few shots. The machine gunner covered half of his face, staring ahead with his eyes exposed, grabbing the handle in his hand and ready to fire at any time.
"Damn it!"
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Hasselblad's forehead, so he quickly parked 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 fired at me. This car looks like paper.
It is said that 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 varies greatly. 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'll have a good look!"
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 hands... do you see it? I'm about to open the door, don't shoot!"
As Hasselblad spoke, he made gestures and his body language followed suit to avoid misjudgments.
Click——
The door opened and Hasselblad got out of the car with his hands raised.
Two young armed men came up and pressed Hasselblad directly on the hood and began to touch his pockets.
"Listen man, I'm not from the ZFJ. Can you tell me which department I belong to?"
"We are from the Achim Youth Hostel!"
After hearing this, Hasu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The Achim Youth Brigade 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 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 reached out to stop the other two-year-old young man from conducting a rough search. Then he came closer and asked, "Do you know our boss?"
"Of course, the relationship between him and me is not generally good." Hasselblad said calmly: "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 contacting his superiors.
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 displayed a number.
"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 picked them up.
What if this is true...
Wouldn't I be scolded if I accepted it?
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.
When he arrived, he 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 forgive me if I offend 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 right and wrong.
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. After confirming that there was no danger, he pressed the doorbell. He took two steps back and stood, aiming. camera.
Soon, the garage door slowly rose.
He returned to the car and drove inside.
The floodgates close behind you.
The lights came on, and a person walked down the stairs. He stretched his head to look at Hasselblad, and asked loudly: "BOSS is really good at finding business. Now let us 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 in the future. Don't think that you and I are the only ones who can play the game here. The BOSS has a big face." !”
Armani chuckled and said, "I was just joking, why are you nervous? Come on up, I have everything ready."
Hasselblad looked at his watch, frowned, and said to himself: "Why hasn't it arrived yet..." (End of Chapter)
