Chapter 190: The friends were stunned

An Feng smiled slightly and said, "You just need to prepare the vehicle, and I'll take care of the rest." ”

Before Uss could figure out the situation, the coalition forces and mercenaries set up checkpoints along the road, checking for explosives and prohibited weapons. Who is carrying out bombings and suicide attacks in Iraq today? Iraqis, of course, so the main targets of the search were Iraqis.

But Lao Mei is a country that likes to set up archways, only search Iraqis and do not check other people's vehicles, they are worried that others will say that they are engaged in racial discrimination, so soldiers should also symbolically search other vehicles, but if the car is completely allied by the coalition forces are mercenaries, then the search can only be symbolic, and make a show that others see that they are not discriminatory.

Information determines judgment, and knowing the reason for Lao Mei's search, you can make a targeted plan. This kind of thing is complicated and headache for Us, but it is no longer a problem for An Feng.

The villa where Wusi is located will be a foothold for An Feng in the future...... Well, it's a stronghold where Anfeng deals with the Iraqi locals, and this stronghold will be completely populated by Iraqis, and the people from the "Shamrock Jungle" security company are not protecting the house, or Us, they are in charge of escorting the transport convoy.

As a foothold, the house is naturally full of things. The convoy that Uss escorted this time was under the guise of transporting supplies, and each vehicle was fully loaded. Now these things are unloaded into the warehouse...... Naturally, the existence of these things must not be known to anyone, otherwise, the whole city will come here to rob.

After a brief chat with Wu Si, An Feng pretended to deal with official business, and Wu Si immediately led the two girls to the living room, chatting and waiting. An Feng took a few mercenaries into the underground warehouse, counted the materials transported, took out the necessary medical equipment from it by the way, and simply and quickly arranged a medical room in the villa, and then pretended to finish handling official business, carrying the medical box and beckoning the two girls to leave.

Re-encountering the street where he encountered the two girls, An Feng had changed slightly at this time, and his complexion, which had been white and well-nourished after taking a sauna, was now covered with a layer of dust and mud...... This is the common skin color of Iraqis, so he is no longer dazzling and no longer special. Of course, the two little girls didn't notice An Feng's changes, they only thought that An Feng was because of the dust that followed them.

That's right, An Feng ran with them all morning. And this time they went home, carrying large bags and small bags, almost full of them.

Samira's house is located on the second floor of a strip building, which is similar to the apartment buildings built in the fifties and sixties, the toilets in the building are shared, the water room is shared, there is no public bathroom, there is no communal kitchen, and everyone has the stove in the hallway, so the hallway is very messy and greasy...... Of course, similar buildings were transmitted to Soviet Russia. Because this kind of house is built by the government and distributed to residents free of charge, the floors are generally not high

The entire area is a two-story building, and Samira's family lives in an old building, which was originally a single dormitory for a unit, and then converted into a people's apartment.

There are also some buildings in the vicinity that were designed in the 80s, with two units per unit and each with its own kitchen and bathroom. This kind of house is very popular with young couples, and it belongs to a well-connected family in the unit to be able to get this kind of house. That's what happened to the Lavier family.

There is also a kind of building nearby that belongs to the department-level building, although it is also a two-story building, but it is quite a bit of Beijing courtyard style, one courtyard and four households, divided into four directions, each with an independent staircase. This type of house is more Arabic, but there are very few of them in the area.

When he re-entered this area, An Feng was a little nervous. Such a building, such a roadway, the nearby windows are too close to each other, and if a malicious gunman shoots out of the window, there is not even time to react. If an accident happens here, the doctor's identity does not provide protection at all, and the ambulance locals do not allow him to receive sympathy points.

Thinking of this, An Feng remembered: The coalition forces have been stationed in Iraq for several years, and local militants have kidnapped several doctors. They have the locals abduct doctors under the guise of seeking medical treatment, and when the doctors have finished treating them, they will kidnap the doctors, either as a "form of armed struggle" to promote their political opinions, or to extort money and food.

However, fortunately, An Feng had mastered the supervision ability at will, and when he stood at the entrance of the alley, he looked at the wall at a glance, and the wall was no longer a vision obstacle, and he could clearly feel everyone's every move in every room.

His arrival did attract the attention of some people, and in several houses, the man went to the window and observed him through the gap in the curtain, observing the women around him, and in the homes of such sensitive people, there were often all kinds of weapons of all kinds...... But this is not surprising.

Fallujah has a population of just over 300,000, and the Fallujah arsenal has weapons that can arm 400,000 troops. After the looting of the arsenal, each family had a long gun and a pistol, plus a few grenades, which was below the average level of armament.

Fortunately, the people who paid attention to An Feng often lost their vigilance when they saw Samira and Lavier beside him, and they immediately left the window and went back to their own business, although they didn't have much important business.

Along the way, some people saw An Feng's medical box, and asked a few words about whether the doctor was free by the way, but they were all very conscious, knowing that they could find a doctor to visit at this time, I don't know how much it took to do it, if it wasn't for the serious condition of the patient at home, An Feng casually perfunctory a few words, and they would no longer be entangled.

Walking through the dark, cluttered, slightly noisy hallway, An Feng came to Samira's house. Along the way, the two girls already knew that An Feng was a doctor, and investing was a side hustle, in order to increase their wealth

Samira's father was not seriously ill, but he was not treated for a mild cold and lacked nutrition, which caused complications and now has some early symptoms of pneumonia. In An Feng's kung fu of injecting anti-inflammatory drugs, the neighbors in the corridor kept holding their children to join in the fun, which was not a big problem, and An Feng also helped to check and diagnose it...... It is often caused by malnutrition.

When An Feng was seeing Samira's father, Lavier hurried to his home and summoned his father. An Feng chatted with him for a few words, and then finalized the employment relationship. After listening to An Feng's briefing, Lavier's father decided to leave his thirteen-year-old son and daughter Lavier, and his family went to Baghdad to help An Feng work as a site supervisor......

Hearing that An Feng had investment jobs available in Baghdad, the entire corridor was in an uproar...... In this dangerous environment, there are people who are willing to sell themselves to take refuge, and An Feng doesn't mind that there are more such people. Together with Lavieh's father, An Feng selected a total of ten workers and told them the address of Baghdad, and the impatient ones immediately asked the whole family to leave this hell.

Well, An Feng knew Lavier's father's intentions to keep his daughter, and he thought that An Feng had taken a fancy to his daughter, so he got the job. In this state of being unable to see the way forward without food and clothing, he ...... Willing to trade his own woman for the survival of the family. And this is the general state of Iraqis today.

But now Fallujah is in chaos, and he is not at ease about leaving only his daughter, so he has to leave his children to take care of him......

When An Feng left Samira's house, there were already three families outside the door of the building who were packing their bags and preparing to go to Baghdad, and Lavier's father stuffed Lavier's hand into An Feng's hand, shouting that the two of them would talk for a while. While people were not paying attention, An Feng whispered in Lavier's ear: "Remember my house?" After your father left, you moved in, and took your brother, the bodyguard, you know, I often go out to run errands and am not at home, and you tell him that I asked you to move there. ”

Lavier bit her lower lip and asked softly, "Can I bring Samira with me?" ”

"Yes", An Feng nodded.

It's a city that's about to move, it's a city that's about to explode. In such a city, a room that is not visited by locals all year round is easy to be targeted by militants, who do not care about property rights, and they think that the gun in their hands is the title certificate. Therefore, hiring a few locals to live in it as a cover, and running errands to deliver a message by the way is also a good cover.

This alley "encounter" is just a tidbit in life, an attempt by An Feng to integrate into the local society, and this attempt seems to have been successful. But An Feng didn't spend much energy, and after he got out of the alley, he stopped thinking about the two girls.

Hitching a donkey cart nearby and letting the donkey cart wander around the city at will, An Feng tried to observe the world with his transcendent sense, and quietly learned the expressions and manners of the locals, he firmly believed that the next time he went out, he would not let people realize his special ...... However, this time, the owner of the donkey car quickly concluded that An Feng was not a local.

"Is the gentleman going to the black market?" The owner of the donkey car shook his whip and blinked his eyes with a meaningful hint: "I heard that there are a lot of good things there." ”

"Then ...... Let's take a look", An Feng replied lazily while observing the situation on the side of the road.

The most traded goods in the black market are grain, and when he saw these traded goods, An Feng was only stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that in these years, the Iraqis relied on the distribution of food by the coalition forces, and they were barely full when they ate themselves, so how could there be extra food to sell? And there's plenty of food here...... It seems that the common people are victims at all times, and if there is no strong laborer in the family, they will not even be able to protect the food they can get. Take the Samira family, for example.

After spending enough time on the black market, when it was almost dark, An Feng followed the sparse flow of people and merged into the alley of Fallujah. Along the way, he patronized and used his supervision to sense the movement in the roadside house, after all, the gunman hidden in the house was his biggest threat, but he didn't expect to be careless and crashed into a group of teenagers who were gathering.

The group of teenagers was gathering under a building on the side of the road, each of them holding AK-47 rifles, and they were shouting something excitedly...... Suddenly, feeling that the flow of people was slipping towards the corner of the wall, or shrinking back, An Feng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly appeared in the crowd, standing alone at the corner of the street.

"Hi, you", exclaimed.

Immediately, more than a dozen rifles pulled the bolts with a bang, and the muzzles of the guns were aimed at An Feng.

On the opposite side was a group of eighteen or nineteen-year-old teenagers, the leading teenager had pimples on his face, brandished a rifle in his hand, and shouted to An Feng: "We have seen you, where are you?" ”

In a blink of an eye, the various voices heard in Samira's house flowed through An Feng's ears, and he immediately chose one of the voices, and responded timidly in this tone: "There, one street from the plastic field, three streets away from here." ”

The young man nodded and then pointed at the rest of the passers-by with the muzzle of his gun: "You, and you, you, our cause needs more patriots, and now I have chosen you to come and stand in line." ”

The rest of the people who had been clocked by him timidly walked up to the group of teenagers, who stood under another windowless street building, most of them with rifles in their hands, three or two people with bazookas, some of them looking excited, some of them looking helpless.

The people who used to stand in line were forced into a gun, and then they were kicked and beaten and stood in the line, at this time, the street entrance was still pouring in, and the adults saw this group of children, lowered their heads and accelerated their pace and hurriedly left along the corner, and the teenagers, some people were eager to try and automatically asked to join them, but some people stood at the street like An Feng and hesitated.

"Hi, what's wrong with you, do you owe a beating? Hurry up and stand in line. After dealing with a few new entrants, the leader raised his gun in one hand, the muzzle of the gun soared into the sky, and yelled at An Feng.

"This, I don't know, what does your career have to do with me?" An Feng's expression had darkened, his gaze wandered, and he looked around with a transcendent sense - he saw that on the roof of the nearest residential building, there were three adults standing at the window, and one of them was holding up his glasses, motionless to check the movement here.

"What?" The young leader was furious, he came over with a rifle, roared angrily and stabbed An Feng in the chest with the muzzle of the gun: "You traitor, you traitor, you dare to refuse me, refuse the call of our great cause, believe it or not, I shot you." ”

The muzzle of the gun did not poke An Feng's body, the young man's gun stabbed into the air, An Feng's body didn't seem to move, the young man only felt a force from the gun, this force made him stumble under his feet, his body crashed into the other party's arms, suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his heart, and when he looked down, he had a black dagger stuck in his chest. He took a deep breath, but it didn't fit into his lungs - his lungs had been pierced.

"Nobody" The bodies of the two were already facing each other, An Feng looked gentle, the corners of his mouth were against each other's ears, and he said softly: "No one can threaten me, you know?" Kill me? Haha, I've always believed in the first strike. ”

As soon as the words fell, An Feng let go of his hand. At this time, the teenager on the other side had already realized that something was wrong, but they were still a little hesitant - after all, they were not so confident in shooting and killing their fellow villagers in the neighboring street...... But An Feng had already fired.

The automatic rifle seized from the young man was loaded, and An Feng took it in his hand, and he had estimated the number of magazines from the weight of the gun. There are only ten rounds in this magazine, which is really stingy. No wonder the young man was slow to shoot, he cherished bullets.

But other people's bullets An Feng didn't care about it, he immediately pulled the trigger on the young man standing in the corner, heard the sound of the bullet chamber clucking, he immediately threw the gun in his hand, rushed towards the opposite boy, and grabbed the side of the junior team at the speed of three steps to the basket, and the other gun had already reached his hand...... But he immediately threw the barrel of the gun. Nima had only three bullets in this gun.

In desperation, An Feng used his side-worn pistol, and after the pistol was dialed to shoot continuously, he rushed forward while shooting, and kept kicking the gun in the young man's hand.

When a local gunshot rang out, most of the teenagers were still stupidly staring at the argument on the other side, but their guns were all aimed in the direction of An Feng, so An Feng could only sweep over. There may be innocent people among the people he hit, but at this time, An Feng didn't have time to screen, he could only sweep one by one.

The feeling under his feet sank slightly, An Feng knew that this was enough for the bullets in the gun, and with a hook of his toes, the rifle flew into the air. An Feng threw himself towards the rifle, directly clamped the butt under his armpit, his fingertips fell on the crosshairs, and quickly slid towards the butt. His fingertips were like playing a piano, quickly checking the muzzle, bolt, magazine safety device, etc., and his fingertips slipped to the firing pin, An Feng's wrist flipped, his fingers changed to the trigger, and he pulled it down fiercely.

That's the line to shoot.

A row of people stood along the wall, the first shuttle bullet swept over, they had staggered, after the pistol fired continuously, there were few people who could stand, and then a shuttle, An Feng didn't even check the design effect, his body continued to run forward, slamming into a courtyard, a few jumps he had already jumped upstairs, and then from the upstairs, he was already running on the adjacent street...... Leaving a stunned little friend in place.

Half a minute later, An Feng had already rushed to the residential building he had observed. The five-story residential building was still in the room with binoculars to observe the three middle-aged men in the procession, discussing something urgently. An Feng paused slightly downstairs, and this kung fu had been replaced with a new magazine......

He jumped and climbed up to the iron window outside the balcony on the second floor with one hand, and when he threw himself up, the pistol reached his mouth, and his teeth gritted the pistol, and he climbed over the balcony as fast as an ape......

At this time, the sun had not yet set, and the alley where the shooting occurred just now was in chaos, many people were crying and shouting the names of the victims, and the people who came to watch suddenly noticed An Feng who was climbing and jumping, and they pointed to the direction where An Feng was and shouted: "Look, where is he." ”

The middle-aged man standing at the window suddenly noticed that everyone was pointing to his location, he put down the binoculars, and asked the people around him in surprise: "Who else knows about us?" Who knew we were behind that group of kids? ”

The other two people rushed to the door, and the middle-aged man waved his hand: "Don't come here to see, let's move immediately, quickly"

With a "clang", the balcony glass made a heavy crashing sound, and a glass crisp sound, and then the gunshots rang out.

An Feng didn't enter the house, he held the window frame with one hand, and when his eyes were parallel to the inside of the house, he broke away from the window frame with one hand, opened his mouth, and the gun in his mouth fell into his palm. The hand was raised, and without hesitation, he fired six shots into the house. After firing six shots, An Feng was short and slid into the room.

At this time, more young people with rifles rushed into the shooting area just now, they paused slightly, and rushed here in the direction guided by everyone......