Chapter 676

"Yes, the man with the ak74u is Aziz. He agreed to let us go out and talk to him and to answer Ibrahim's phone."

After talking with Aziz, Liu Hai nodded to Qin Fei, "you can go out now."

The old fish moved to the door and said to them, "be careful!"

"Don't worry." Qin Fei took the satellite phone in his hand. He was the first to go out of the door and raised his hands to show that he had no malice.

Bangs slowly followed behind and shouted to each other's leaders in Arabic, "we're out."

Old fish said to Leng xuanmo, "stare at the machine gunner on the pickup. If there is any accident, kill him first."

Everyone's guns were aimed at the door, and there was a distance of more than 30 meters from the door to the armed militia in Aziz.

In fact, at this distance, even if there is an accident, even if the old fish and Jiaolong team members in the house do their best to suppress the fire, it is useless. It is impossible to escape under the gun of one or two hundred militia.

"We are Ibrahim's friends!" bangs shouted, pointing to Qin Fei's satellite phone: "he is on the phone now. If you can, I'd like to ask your leader Mr. Aziz to listen to the phone."

"You --"

With his back to the car light, the man with ak-74u and blurred face pointed to Qin Fei.

"Come here."

Qin Fei walked slowly towards him. Every step had the feeling of stepping on the gap in the minefield.

The closer he was to those people, he could even ask them about the body odor mixed with goat's milk.

"Telephone." Qin Fei finally came to Aziz's face, reached out and handed over the telephone.

At this time, he saw Aziz. He was a young man in his forties. Like all the locals, his head was wrapped with a unique headscarf. The difference was that he didn't wear a robe, but a short coat. His chest was open to reveal his hairy body hair. There seemed to be some black spots like moles on the skin on both sides of his face, and his mouth was moving all the time, Seems to be chewing something.

Aziz stared at Qin Fei and scanned up and down with very unfriendly eyes, but he still took the satellite phone from his hand.

Hearing Ibrahim's voice on the phone, Aziz's tight face finally relaxed and suddenly showed a mouthful of yellow and slightly cyan teeth.

"Ah! My old friend Ibrahim!"

With that, he turned and walked aside, as if he and Ibrahim were at home.

Qin Fei couldn't understand what this guy was talking to Ibrahim, but from the expression, Aziz seemed to have a certain friendship with Ibrahim.

This makes Qin Fei's heart plug back into his chest, and things are developing in a good direction.

After talking for about three or four minutes, Aziz finally turned back to his original position with the phone and stood opposite Qin Fei.

Three or four minutes was longer than three or four years for Qin Fei, and his back was already dripping with cold sweat.

No one can keep a real calm when hundreds of black guns are aimed at themselves, at least when they have no chips at all.

Aziz threw up a lump of things on the ground, then looked at Qin Fei again, showing an indescribable strange smile.

"It seems that you are really Ibrahim's friend."

Qin Fei didn't understand. Aziz continued to keep this strange smile, handed back the satellite phone to Qin Fei and motioned him to listen to the phone.

Qin Fei noticed that Aziz in front of him didn't spit any gum on the ground, but a lump of disgusting things that looked sticky.

When Aziz spoke to himself, his mouth smelled slightly green.

Chateau grass!

When fighting with the rebels in Sierra Leone, those rebel soldiers also like to chew this stuff, and even don't earn enough money to buy this drug.

After receiving the phone, Ibrahim looked very proud at the other end of the phone: "I said, I'm friends with him. No one here doesn't know Ibrahim."

"Come on, stop bragging. What should we do now? Can they take us in for more than an hour? It only takes more than an hour, and our reinforcements will arrive." Qin Fei said.

Ibrahim clapped his chest again and promised: "no problem! Don't worry, I told them that you will leave soon. Before that, you are their guest and can stay in the establishment."

Qin Fei breathed a long sigh of relief.

If you get the support and shelter of the segil tribal militia, I'm afraid even those black sun mercenaries don't dare to invade here easily?

It's safe.

Qin Fei finally fell to the ground.

Aziz waved to Qin Fei and said something.

"He invited us to visit his base camp until he contacted our people to pick us up," Liu said

"That's the best." Qin Fei can't think of a better idea. It seems that he really wants to pay Ibrahim back. At least he helped a lot in this matter.

Everyone boarded the Giselle armed pickup truck, and the convoy drove towards the center of the city.

The base camp of Giselle tribal militia is in the center of Chengcheng city. This is a square. It seems that it used to be a market, but now it has been used, filled with armed pickup trucks.

Qin Fei didn't see much heavy firepower. In addition to the old deshka machine guns installed on the pickup, he counted the RPG-7 rocket launcher, which is the most meteoric in the Middle East. This old and cheap Soviet style equipment can always shine on the poorest and most chaotic land.

Aziz greeted everyone to a yard, went through the river, and went up to a three story earth building.

Almost all the buildings here are made of stone and clay bricks. The color is the same as the sand and stone on the Gobi outside the wilderness. It is yellow and red.

"My friends, you can rest assured to stay here. Ibrahim and I are old friends. Since it's his business, it's mine."

Since the call with Ibrahim to confirm the identity of Qin Fei and others, Aziz's face has been wearing a smile that looks very uncomfortable, as if his muscles were twitching and stiff together. It looks like a smile, but it's as stiff as a dummy in a wax museum.

"You are safe here, rest assured, very safe..."

He raised his hands, stretched out his two index fingers, pointed a point in the air in front of his chest and made an emphasis.

A woman in her twenties brought a tray containing Arabian sweet tea and put it in front of the crowd.

Then one of his men hurried in and stood by the door.

Aziz looked at his men and they didn't talk.

"Please help yourself. I still have a lot of things to deal with. Now there are wars everywhere and many cities are in chaos. I have to set up my own defense line."

Then he nodded slightly, turned and left, and soon disappeared outside the door.