Chapter 420

Chebyshev felt as if he had thrown himself into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. The back of his head hit the ground heavily. The intense pain made Chebyshev open his eyes. In front of him was a dirty rag. Chebyshev didn't know what was going on. He wanted to take the rag from his face with his hand, but he felt that his hand had been tied up.

All of a sudden, Chebyshev was completely awake. He knew that he should be tied up. If there was no accident, it should be sack pieces. It's probably because he's in a car. Chebyshev wants to sit up. Suddenly, a foot kicks him in the chest and kicks him back. Then the foot steps on his chest. Chebyshev still struggles, and a hard thing is on his head.

Chebyshev went down to drink last night to relax, but he forgot where Somalia is. Even if it's a safe area, it's still local people who do business. Chebyshev and his friends had been watched as soon as they set foot on the land. When he went to drink, someone tampered with his wine. Then an armed force broke into the safe area. They killed the owner of the tavern, several customers and a small group of United Nations teams who came to support them. Then they took Chebyshev and his men away.

Chebyshev didn't know what was in his wine. He just felt that he had a splitting headache, dry mouth and no strength. Chebyshev was on the battlefield. When his troops were surrounded by jihadis, Chebyshev was not so afraid as he is now. But the last bit of reason told him that he had to calm down.

After about ten minutes, Chebyshev no longer resisted, and his chest feet finally moved away. Chebyshev breathed slowly, mediating his emotions. His eyes can't see, but his ears can hear. Chebyshev listened attentively, the sound of cars, the sound of people talking, and... The sound of waves?

I don't know how long later, Chebyshev felt that the car had finally stopped. Then he was pulled up from the ground. The man who pulled him threw him out of the car. Then he dragged him through the rough road. Chebyshev almost tripped several times. He could feel the sand pouring into his shoes, and the sound of the waves was in his ears. Just as he was thinking about where this place was, he was pulled down to the ground by the people who dragged him. As soon as he wanted to stand up, someone behind him kicked him in the socket of his leg. Chebyshev was forced to kneel on the ground. Then the sack on his head was finally removed. The glare of the sun made Chebyshev unable to see anything. It took him a long time to recover.

There are people with guns all around. They don't have uniform. Everyone was in rags, most of them in slippers. There are a lot of people with headscarves on their heads. Not far away was the sea, while Chebyshev was still observing. A voice suddenly asked, "which one of you is the boss?"

No one answered. Chebyshev bowed his head. He was afraid to respond. He's not sure what these people are after, ransom? Or food? But the eyes of Chebyshev's subordinates betrayed his identity. Someone picked him up from behind and raised his chin with his hand. The man who just asked was a strong black man. He went to Chebyshev with sunglasses. Then he asked fiercely, "did you bring the grain?"

Chebyshev looked at each other nervously and nodded. Now Chebyshev felt the pressure was so great that he couldn't help swallowing.

"Give me all the grain, or I'll kill you?" The other party directly threatened that Chebyshev did not dare to agree. He could not decide such a big thing. Only Italy had the right to decide what to do with this batch of grain.

"I want to... I want to ask my boss?" Chebyshev replied after a long silence.

"Aren't you their boss?" The head of the kidnapper asked angrily. He thought Chebyshev was playing with him.

"No, it's the boss of all of us, in Italy!" Chebyshev felt a little calmer, he replied cautiously.

"How dare you fool me?" The other party grabbed his collar and growled. A black face came up and spat on Chebyshev's face.

"I'm telling the truth. I have to tell my boss about it!" Chebyshev said calmly.

The leader of the kidnapper pedaled Chebyshev, and Chebyshev did not avoid his eyes. Half a day later, the kidnappers gave in. He loosened Chebyshev's collar. Then he went to the room and took out a satellite phone. Chebyshev was a little surprised. He didn't expect these people to have satellite phones. You know, it's not cheap. It costs almost tens of thousands of dollars.

Chebyshev quickly dialed his boss, who was lucky to get through at once. Chebyshev reported his experience in a hurry. The person who answered the phone was not Yakov, but a senior Gang cadre who was in charge of Chebyshev. When he heard that such a big thing had happened, of course, he did not dare to make decisions. On the phone, he asked Chebyshev to wait for a moment, and then hung up. The news of Chebyshev and his men being kidnapped soon reached Yakov's ears. Yakov didn't dare to neglect. Anyway, the grain has been transported to Somalia. Who is it! As long as people are OK, Yakov naturally agreed.

Chebyshev was soon authorized by Yakov to deliver the food. As long as you can get the safety of your men. Chebyshev put his heart into his stomach. In my heart, I feel that the Gorky brotherhood is not a ruthless organization that ignores the people in distress. He said to the leader of the kidnapper, "OK, I can give you the food, but you have to let me go back. I'll go back and arrange it."

"No, you can't go. Let your hands go down!" Said the head of the kidnapper, shaking his head.

Chebyshev couldn't help it, but his men were all outside members of the Gorky brotherhood, not even from the Soviet Union. If they were gone, Chebyshev would be dead. For today's plan, only zaharov, the Central Asian in his hand, can trust him. So Chebyshev called zaharov, his only compatriot here, and said to him, "brother, you have all our inscriptions now! You go back with the general's men and get the food out of the UN warehouse and give it to them, please, brother! "