"Boss, the phone has no signal at all." Zhang Biao shook it with his cell phone.
Not only Ojira, but now the entire Libiya has almost lost the mobile phone signal, let alone the Internet. It is hard to say that this is because of technical reasons or intentional damage.
But this has no effect on them, with high-power radio and satellite phones available, but this also shows that a full-scale civil war is about to begin.
After nearly six hours of driving in Benghazi Port, Liu He and his group finally arrived at their destination. China had contacted several Greek cruise ships and transported the personnel to Crete first, and then transported them back to China by plane.
This is a very big action. Compared with this time, Yemen can only be regarded as a small scene, with thousands of people gathering at the port, waiting for the opportunity to leave.
This place is not only Chinese, but also expatriates from other countries.
After putting most of the people down, several wounded people were loaded on the pickup truck, Liu He was about to take them to the hospital.
"You don't have to go, there is no doctor in the hospital now." A staff member of the embassy and consulate told them. He didn't know how long it took for the man to rest. His hair was messy and his eyes were bloodshot.
"The doctors here have all taken to the streets to march, and no one cares about them in the hospital." He pointed to several injured workers in the corner and shook his head helplessly.
"Damn it, you're crazy." Wu Liuyi spat at the ground.
"What should I do?" Liu He asked anxiously. It's okay to say that the trauma was just a burn here.
"The boat will arrive in the afternoon. You can go to Crete first, where there are doctors." The staff gave suggestions, and this is the best solution.
Liu He told Gao Yuan about the situation, "Fortunately, the injury was not serious, so he should be able to last until Crete." Even if it doesn't work, there is actually no way.
The people had been sent, and they were supposed to return to the oil field, but just as the car was about to leave the port, the depressed staff chased after him like crazy.
"Captain, I think he shouldn't be here to send us." A sniper named Li Bing held an AWM with a caliber 338 Rapp-Magnan caliber, pointed to the staff running and waving behind the car.
"Sorry, can you please help me?"
Aijidabia, a team of nearly a thousand people in the construction group lost contact. Now that the mobile phone is not available, I have no idea about their situation. I just contacted the embassy by someone else's satellite phone.
Liu He frowned and took the tactical terminal, which had the latest electronic map of Libiya. "They will definitely take the coastal highway. Under normal circumstances, they can reach Benghazi in half a day."
"We look for it along the road, there should be clues." Liu He agreed without thinking. It was impossible for thousands of people to disappear without any trace.
"You don't want everyone to go, leave two people looking for vehicles in the local area. Thousands of people need at least 20-30 cars. I guess there is something wrong with their car and they can only walk into the desert." Xu Chuan thought about it after receiving Liu He's report.
"You should pay attention to safety and stay there for a few days. If you can help, please help me." Xu Chuan was taking people to negotiate with local villagers in Ojira and using heavy machine guns.
The nearby tribal leader rushed directly to the gate of the camp with his people, holding up the AK in his hand, and seemed to be planning to rush in after a disagreement.
The PKM machine guns that had been set up on the walls were shooting at the feet of these people in a series of points. The originally chaotic crowd immediately calmed down. Then three armed pickup trucks rushed over from other directions, carrying 12.7x108mm NSV heavy machine guns.
Xu Chuan originally planned to order a few Kord-12.7s. That time in Paris was really impressive, but there was no goods nearby. These were removed from the tanks of Libi's military. To be honest, it was much better than the M2 Lao Ganma.
No need to play any tactics. A short shot is more sound than a general machine gun, which is enough to shock these people.
The corpses placed in front of the gate told them that this group of people might not be just pretending, and no one dared to bet on whether the other party would open fire. These people all knew that the heavy machine guns on these pickup trucks could massacre all of their 100 people.
The situation became a dilemma, and these people were crowded together and no longer had the arrogance they had before.
"Give you ten seconds to throw all your weapons on the ground, otherwise..." A Russian who could speak the local language shouted with a loudspeaker as Xu Chuan asked.
Then he started counting down, and the group of people was very hesitant. Although the light weapons in their hands were obviously unable to beat the other party, they could at least be brave enough to hold them in their hands.
The numbers were getting smaller and smaller. The machine gunner on the wall and on the pickup truck pulled the handle of the machine and a bullet bounced out awkwardly, but this action could tell these locals clearly, otherwise what would be behind.
Someone needs to take the lead in this kind of thing. When Xu Chuan was already planning to find someone who was disliked to kill it, a young man, who was not old, threw the gun in his hand out of the crowd. The others looked at each other, and finally threw the weapons in his hand to the ground one after another when they were counting the last two.
Xu Chuan smiled. This is a good start. As long as people give in, they will continue to let go.
"Okay, this is a good start. Now let's talk about the destruction of my assets by your people and the mental loss of my mind." The Russian, who was in charge of the translation, almost laughed, no, he had already laughed.
In the next half hour, everyone present fully understood what shamelessness means. It is impossible for prisoners to be released, but the corpses can be taken back. The damage caused requires double compensation. In addition, mental losses and combat consumption, it is exactly two million US dollars to be released.
Not only that, they are also responsible for repairing the walls, and other damaged places, and regularly provide food and various supplies to those stationed here.
"Boss, you're so cruel. How could they get two million?" Zhang Biao looked at Xu Chuan inexplicably.
"In fact, they can still take it out if they want to take it out. The people at the bottom here are indeed poor, but those leaders or chiefs are definitely rich people." Why do you say that? Because he saw the flip flops on one of them, which is the latest model of Gucci this year, and it is not expensive for more than 5,000 US dollars.
How did he know that because Miss Xu bought him in Paris has a pair of the same style.
Although they have money, they will definitely not pay for these prisoners without asking. I guess those people are regretting it and bringing people here for the sake of face.
"Then you still ask for the price like this, knowing they won't give it to you." Zhang Biao was puzzled.
Chapter completed!