Chapter 191: The air is trembling

The person who just rushed out of the house, An Feng, knew him, and the two met today, in the sauna.

This man was Sarrif's bodyguard...... One.

The person on the other side obviously recognized An Feng, after all, the two had only met today, no matter how much makeup An Feng had, he still had Samira and Lavier by his side, in order not to surprise the two girls inexplicably, he couldn't let himself completely change his face, so ...... Therefore, when the bodyguard rushed out of the bedroom, he originally held the trigger tightly in his hand and was about to trigger, but when he saw An Feng appear, he was slightly stunned.

An Feng was also stunned for a moment, but his nerve reflexes were far faster than ordinary people. In less than 0 seconds, he had already made up his mind and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

When life and death are at stake, I will let you die.

Again, a transaction is a transaction. I'm making a deal with your boss, but it's a different matter to mess with me, in the current situation...... I won't let you go.

After two gunshots, the bodyguard on the opposite side fell down with a stunned face, he obviously had a lot to say and ask in his heart, but the acquaintance on the opposite side didn't give him a chance to speak, why is this happening, why? Why?

An Feng's forward action has not stopped, when the bodyguard fell to the ground, An Feng's body had already followed him into the room he came out of, after entering the door, he was slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered that he had been locking this room with a sense of transcendence, he clearly only saw three people in the house, how could the room next to him...... Oh, his attention was narrowed, he only noticed the living room, not the other rooms.

Luckily, there was only one fish in the other room.

Sensing his own omission, An Feng quickly moved and felt that there was indeed no one in the rest of the houses, and the only person who was not expected was the Sariif bodyguard who rushed out of the room.

An Feng ran quickly through several rooms, checking them one by one. The corners of the room are piled up with various weapons, as well as various tools and instruments for committing crimes; There were messy bills thrown on the bed...... Hey, it's humorous that anti-American militants only accept payment in dollar bills.

On the bedroom desk, there is also a rare, half-old Russian-made Makarov whispering pistol with a barrel sleeve on the barrel, and the body of the gun looks fat and clumsy. In addition, a Tokarev pistol was exposed in the pile of bills on the bed - well, this gun could also be called a "54 pistol".

With a wave of his hand, the "54 pistol" was inserted into his waist, and Makarov's whispering pistol was in his left hand, and the gun in his right hand had only five bullets left in the chamber. He raised the gun, blew on the barrel of the gun, felt that the body of the gun was still hot, and continued to carry the gun to look around.

Picking up a rope from the corner, An Feng rushed out of the room without stopping. When he left the room, the wind blew the money on the bed and the papers on the table into the air, and the pieces of paper fluttered and flew in the air. At this time, the corridor had become noisy, and the sound of running stopped at the door of the unit, and everyone was shouting "alert", "pay attention to ......", etc., and then there was a sound of pulling the bolt of the gun.

In this metallic sound, An Feng had already thrown out the rope outside the window of the corridor, he tied one end of the rope to the water pipe, pulled the rope and jumped up, and slid out of the unit window like a fish, at this time, the cold pistol in his right hand had been inserted into his waist, and the "54 pistol" was changed to his left hand.

Reaching the window, he stared at the wall with his feet and slid down the rope with his hands interlaced. In the process of sliding, he carefully avoided the window, and when he descended to the third floor, his supernatural sense saw five or six gunmen, carefully groping up in the corridor, and more than a dozen people surrounded the main entrance of the unit. Four other militants were running quickly towards the corner of the building, trying to get around to the other side of the building.

An Feng didn't care about the noise in the corridor, after his feet landed, he released the rope and immediately bounced and ran on tiptoes, this way of running was very tiring, but the sound of running was very small. In the midst of the noise, the militants could barely hear the footsteps, and when the militants who turned the corner arrived, they saw a rope dangling in the air.

The militants were not stupid, four people ran to the hanging rope, one person came forward and shook the rope, and immediately shouted upstairs, and the other three people kept running towards the street corner, on the way they met two children jumping over, one of the militants grabbed the child and asked loudly: "Do you see anyone?" ”

Seeing the child's blank expression, the man hurriedly added, "Run, escaper?" ”

The child shook his head. The militants, unwilling to entangle, let go of the child and ran to the corner. He stood at the intersection, looking back and forth, left and right, the people on the road walked in twos and threes, and the street was calm and peaceful, as if the gunshots had never happened.

The militants looked back, and at this time, in the unit building, someone had already poked his head out of the window of the corridor and communicated with the people under the rope, and the two children had not left. The militants hurriedly walked over, trying to recall An Feng's back, and asked, "Do you see one...... Wear a gray half-sleeved shirt, washed cloth jeans, Nike running shoes, and a height ...... Such a tall, hurried running man. Oh, maybe he didn't run, but he walked faster, well, quickly. ”

The two children still shook their heads.

The militants standing on the street looked up and shouted at the people upstairs: "Do you see ...... Go to the top of the building and see if there are any similar people in the nearby streets? ”

At this time, An Feng, who had climbed several streets in a row, was trying to calm his breathing, and he had already changed into a light brown linen shirt, and his pants and heels had not yet changed.

This dress was brought by him from a certain family during his escape, and the size of the dress was very appropriate, but it was a little sweaty, and it made him feel sticky when he wore it, as if there were insects crawling. He struggled to control his itching, tried to control his breathing, and tried to allow himself to walk leisurely like a passerby.

The pistol he was carrying was already inserted into his ankle, and his trousers covered the barrel. In the backpack that came from someone else's house, there were two Russian-made pistols that were also Shun, but An Feng didn't have much hope for these two pistols.

Once, the "54 pistol" was touted as "one of the top ten famous guns in the world", but the media that did such propaganda ...... Everyone on earth knows it. The real situation is that this Soviet pistol was resisted by the Soviet army due to its low shooting accuracy, and the Soviet Air Force even refused to issue it.

In addition to the loud gun, heavy volume, and inconvenient to carry, this pistol has the biggest feature of being a pistol: it is not suitable for use as a pistol.

It is an artillery battle, and the slightest movement is not accurate, and a single shot is sure to attract the enemy.

If An Feng hadn't gone out with only two magazines, and his own bullets had run out, he would never have brought this "cannon gun" with him.

Without a suitable weapon, An Feng was a little panicked, he could only overlook his senses, and used his foresight to avoid the search of the militants, dodging and sneaking into the ...... Plastic Factory Street.

That's right, An Feng is an honest man, and what he said to the "horror boy" is true. The date with Sarif was on the street from the plastic yard, three streets away from the accident site.

He came a little early, and the agreed place of the transaction was in the plastic factory, in the No. 7 garage of the small fleet. The door of the small convoy compound was locked, and An Feng consciously climbed over the wall to enter, and what he saw was a mobile two-story office building and a row of more than a dozen garages.

There are still forty minutes left before the appointed time. Originally, he wanted to use these forty minutes to observe the surrounding environment, but now that he was surrounded by armed men who were searching for him, and the guy in his waist was not tough enough, An Feng just walked into the agreed place honestly.

Sarif hadn't arrived yet, but he had apparently set up observation posts around him, and An Feng walked into the compound for less than five minutes, and three people dressed as civilians walked into the courtyard one after another, one of whom An Feng also knew, and he had appeared in the sauna. This person took the key to open the door of the courtyard, and found An Feng squatting in the courtyard, and he was not surprised at all.

"You're early," the man said with a smile, "please call me Abdul Hadi." ”

"I want to end this deal as soon as possible", at this moment, An Feng's breath was already panting, and he replied calmly: "This city...... The air trembled, as if the sky was burning. ”

Hardy is also obviously familiar with "Walter Defends Sarajevo", and he picked up the code: "Yes, the storm is coming"

It's not humor, it's not a bad joke. An Feng looked up at the west side when he said this, and now in that area, almost all the rooftops of residential buildings are full of gunmen, many gunmen are looking around with binoculars on their mobile phones, and at the same time, on the nearby street, people with rifles on their backs are intercepting passers-by and asking them if they have seen the fleeing people, and it will not be long before they will find An Feng's discarded shirts. Then they will know what An Feng is wearing now.

Hadi didn't know that one of his companions had died, although the battle took place three streets away, but now in Iraq, communication is basically by roaring, transportation is basically by walking, there is a donkey taxi is already a wealthy man, and the battle that took place three streets away has not yet reached Hadi's ears, so he just glanced around, and then took out the key and opened the garage door.

At the front door was a half-old Rolls-Royce, purple and covered in dust. At the back of the car, there were several layers of high, haphazardly stacked cardboard boxes. There was also a thick tin box in the corner, like a box for tools.

The two attendants stopped by the garage door, Hardy jingled and shook the key, walked into the garage first, circled around the front of the car, puffed out his lips and blew the dust on the body, and then opened the car door with the key, and greeted An Feng with a smile: "This is ...... The vehicles used by the department at the ministry level, Saddam Hussein liked this brand very much in the past, so he ...... Ahem.

Look at the car, the brown fawn leather seats and the backrest can be electrically heated. The car audio is also good, of course, this is not the top configuration...... We can't get past Saddam, can we? ”

Rolls-Royce car with a hidden safe in the trunk. Seeing An Feng looking at the car intently, he leisurely turned to the rear of the car, opened the trunk to open the hidden safe, and then kicked the cardboard box behind him, and greeted: "The valuables are in the safe, and the cardboard box is filled with gold and silverware - these things don't sell for a lot of money now, and Sarif doesn't care, so we occasionally take one or two out and exchange them for some food on the black market."

Don't look at it, if you can get gas, you can drive away from this car, this thing is useless to us now, it's worth as much as a case of chocolate......"

An Feng walked over slowly and began to check the jewelry in the safe in the rear of the car, and at the same time, his heart was overturned.

When he saw this purple Rolls-Royce, he suddenly remembered that Saddam's son Uday was in a car, and Uday had ordered a top-of-the-line Rolls-Royce before the war, but he collapsed before he could enjoy the old regime in Iraq, so he hid the car in an orchard on the outskirts of Baghdad and fled alone. The car was hidden in the orchard for four years, and it was only discovered three years later. Also found were three antique Rolls-Royce, as well as a fuel tanker.

And this tanker truck was modified, and fifteen tons of gold bricks were hidden in the tank...... Of course, in the end, the number of gold bricks confiscated by the US military was not 15 tons, half of the inventory was gone, and the officially reported gold was only about 8 tons.

At the same time, Saddam's top-of-the-line car, a purple Rolls-Royce, was also found in a basement by a lucky British soldier. Subsequently, the Rolls-Royce became the soldier's trophy, and the top-of-the-line stereo on it was dismantled and moved home by the soldier, but the soldier could not afford to transport the whole car home, so he auctioned it off in Baghdad. At the time, he sold it for $5,000. Four years later, the car was put up for public auction with a price tag of 18. £50,000.

Now, there is no news of Saddam's car being auctioned, and Uday's three cars will not be available until four years later...... That is to say: none of this wealth has been discovered

With the help of inspecting the jewelry, An Feng silently pondered: Do you want to make a move on this wealth?

Most of the jewels in the trunk of Rolls-Royce are gem-encrusted jewelry, including diamonds and red, blue, and green gemstones, which are of high grade and are some good goods. The price is higher - mainly because the gemstones are valuable, as for the precious metals used to set the gemstones, An Feng ignores them.

The cardboard boxes in the corners of the wall are filled with gilt silverware, such as pasted gold and silver milk pots, wrong gold and silver wash pots, and inlaid gold and silver water bottles. Among these kettles, the craftsmanship level is high, and the surface of the pot is painted with various gold techniques as Arabic figure paintings, landscape paintings, etc.; And the level is low, but draw some patterns...... For such a kettle, An Feng usually costs ten to one hundred dollars.

Knives are also a branch of Arabic art, Damascus knives, Uzi knives, and various Arabic scimitars, all of which are available in cardboard boxes. Of course, the props are not just glossy, many of the knives are gilded with silver and gemstones, and ivory is used as the hilt. Many ivory knife handles are carved into statues of beautiful women, or animal figures, and with the warmth of ivory, the beauties on each statue look very beautiful...... Such a knife is priced at $10 a handle.

After buying the handicrafts at the price of cabbage, Hardy has no objection to this. After calculating the total price, An Feng pointed to the Rolls-Royce and said, "10UU dollars, do you want to sell it?" ”

Since the British soldier was able to auction Saddam's top car for 50UU, An Feng really felt that he was bidding very kindly, and he paid $10UU for such a broken car, and he was really soft-hearted to the Iraqis.

"Yes," Hardy didn't hesitate. After a slight pause, Hardy asked tentatively: "The value of this cargo exceeds the transportation price, and we don't want the excess goods, you move them all and vacate the entire garage." As for the extra money, how are you going to pay the bill? ”

"Dollars? Or the goods? An Feng also responded tentatively.

Hardy straightened up suddenly, looking very interested: "Goods? What goods do you have on hand? Of course, we prefer you to pay for the goods......"

In this materially scarce city, goods are hard currency. The surplus can also be sold on the black market, right?

An Fengha's Yu laughed, then took out his mobile phone, called up the list of goods and the unit price, and said while handing it to the other party: "I will give you the cost price, this is my product catalog." ”

This catalogue contains not only basic food to satisfy hunger, but also luxury goods, such as wine, whiskey, stockings, fashion perfumes, etc. Sure enough, Hardy was more interested in these. In addition, several solar charging panels and electric motorcycles in the list of goods made Hardy's eyes shine.

The two sides bargained for a moment over the list of goods, and Hadi determined the goods he needed, and An Feng immediately sent the list out, and at the same time informed Cui San and the Iraqi Us: "Let's act, I'm on the street of the plastic factory." ”

Cui San will take the team to pick up Sarif's children, while Uss will bring mercenaries and stowaways to carry the goods. The two groups of people did not meet, and when An Feng received the goods here, Cui San's people started the "transshipment" work.

At this moment, the bodyguard at the door of the garage suddenly came in and beckoned Hardy over with a solemn expression. Hardy hesitated, apologized to An Feng and left, the two walked to the garage door and began to whisper, An Feng tried to listen, only to hear a few words: "...... Fetaha ...... They're all dead, and they're on the same building not far from us......"

"What? How so? I only met him a while ago......"

“…… They were upstairs watching the youth commandos recruit people on the street, and somehow they angered someone, this person ......"

An Feng's supernatural feeling moved out, and he saw a team of people gathered in the plastic factory. By this time, the sky had become dark, and the streets without street lights were full of armed men with guns and torches, shouting excitedly and shouting something.

“…… The killer was Iraqi, with an authentic Fallujah accent...... "The voice outside the door still wafts

“…… He was very tall, he ran very fast, he was very skilled at climbing walls, and it only took a few seconds to jump up to the fifth floor and rush into the room from the balcony, ...... Fetaha"

“…… Ihasan said that there was an indescribable smell of the murderer, that he seemed to be a professional killer, and that he did not think that our intelligence agencies could produce ......"

The last sentence is very clear: "Ihasan wants to see you, he is at the gate of the factory now, do you want to let him in?" ”