Two hundred and ninety first: disguised reconnaissance II
"Go and have a look over there," Wang Chaoyang glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention to his side, so he whispered to Wang Weilong.
Wang Weilong nodded and walked towards a fruit stall on the other side of the market entrance.
Wang Chaoyang continued to pretend to pick things calmly.
Wang Weilong walked to the fruit stall opposite in a very wild manner, put his gun on the stall, and then stepped on the box next to him with one leg.
Wang Chaoyang almost laughed out loud, this guy is also an actor.
Wang*Wei*long grabbed a fruit he didn’t know what it was, wiped it on his sleeve and started to eat it.
When Wang*Wei*long finished wiping the fruit and put it into his mouth, he still felt that his movements were very domineering and mighty, definitely on the level of a street gangster. But it wasn't until Wang*Wei*long bit into it that he felt something was wrong.
"I wiped it, I wiped it with my sleeve,"
Wang*Wei*long immediately spat out the fruit in his mouth and pouted several times on the ground.
Needless to say, no matter what the taste of this fruit is, Wang Weilong must have tasted the sauerkraut taste.
Wang*Wei*long threw the fruit on the ground angrily, and then saw a bunch of delicate bananas next to it. There was no need to rub these things, just peel them off and eat them.
So Wang*Wei*long directly pulled him over, broke off a banana, peeled it and started eating it.
Wang Weilong's actions immediately attracted the attention of several militiamen who were patrolling outside.
Of course, Wang Chaoyang also noticed that the militiamen at the gate of the market looked at Wang Weilong abnormally, so Wang Chaoyang quickly put down the things in his hands and walked over quickly, almost trotting.
Wang*Wei*long was eating happily when someone unexpectedly kicked him from behind and knocked him to the ground.
Wang Weilong was also shocked and immediately picked up his gun, but he immediately saw clearly that it was Wang Chaoyang who had kicked him.
Wang Chaoyang saw that Wang Weilong still wanted to get up and resist, so he immediately swung the butt of his gun and prepared to smash it down.
But Wang Chaoyang was not planning to really hit him, but waved his gun to scare him, blocking those already unfriendly eyes, and then winking at Wang Weilong.
When Wang Weilong saw Wang Chaoyang's eyes, he understood immediately, so he quickly pretended to be frightened, stood up with a shake, and stood in front of Wang Chaoyang with his head lowered.
Wang Chaoyang pretended to knock Wang*Wei* on the faucet twice, then immediately turned around, bowed and saluted to the owner of the fruit stall, and finally stuffed a lot of money to the boss, and then immediately took Wang* with him. The great dragon entered the market.
The boss was originally very scared when he saw such a person coming over suddenly. After all, Wang*Weilong's RPK didn't have eyesight, so Wang Chaoyang's move made the boss full of gratitude and prayed in his heart, "Good people have a safe life." ”.
At this time, the real militiamen around them no longer paid attention to Wang Chaoyang and Wang Weilong. At most, they thought Wang Weilong was a bandit who had not been reformed in the militia organization.
And Wang Chaoyang was also manipulated by them into a "junior officer" with a certain status, so he dared to teach his "soldiers" like this.
In fact, although these Somali militias are overbearing and violent, they still know how to maintain their local image as much as possible. After all, they still need to survive here. If the people are against them, they will be easily wiped out.
Local warlords have to make the people fear them within the scope of their rule, but they are not so angry that they have to rise up for violent revolution to achieve "lasting peace and stability."
As soon as he entered the market, Wang Chaoyang said to Wang Weilong: "The play has been performed."
"Well, it's unexpected. I'm so excited. Please be careful next time," Wang Weilong said.
"The whole market has four gates," Wang Chaoyang said.
"How do you know?" Wang Weilong asked in surprise. Could it be that Wang Chaoyang had opened the Sharingan or a clairvoyant plug-in?
"You are stupid. Look at the flow of people around you. They are coming from or going in which directions, which means there are entrances and exits there," Wang Chaoyang explained.
"Oh, that's it," Wang Weilong nodded to show his understanding.
"It seems that those gates are also guarded by militiamen like this gate," Wang Chaoyang said.
Wang Weilong was about to say something, but was interrupted by Wang Chaoyang.
A group of militiamen with guns came over and passed by after brushing the shoulders of Wang Chaoyang and Wang Weilong.
If Wang*Weilong had just said a sentence in Chinese, then both of them would have to answer here today.
"There are too many militiamen here," Wang Weilong said.
The huge market was already crowded with people and it was very crowded when walking. However, when the group of militiamen walked over just now, the surrounding civilians intuitively made way for a passage, and it was not crowded at all when walking.
So Wang Chaoyang and Wang Weilong also raised their guns, so the two of them walked without being crowded at all.
Wang Chaoyang also took out a black object and waved it in front of Wang Weilong.
"Where did you get the walkie-talkie?" Wang Weilong asked.
"It was stolen," Wang Chaoyang said.
"When?" Wang Weilong looked at Wang Chaoyang in surprise.
"What are you looking at? You saw aliens?"
"Yeah," Wang Weilong nodded with admiration.
"Go away, you idiot, I just touched it on that militiaman," Wang Chaoyang said.
"Damn, I'll go back and tell my sister-in-law that you stole something,"
"Then I will kill you now," Wang Chaoyang said.
"..."
"Go this way," Wang Chaoyang said.
It's strange to say that the general market sells fruits and vegetables, fish, meat, poultry, eggs, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, rice, noodles, tea, sugar, etc. At most, they sell some flowers and saplings, clothes and pants, but this market is It is full of the atmosphere of warlords fighting in subtropical Somalia. Military supplies are sold on street stalls, and AK-47 and M-16 are also sold on carpets like cabbage. What's going on? Wang*wei* Longan looked at the price and then converted the exchange rate. It was really a bargain price.
The bullets were half sold and half given away. Some bullets were still stained with blood. I didn’t know which dead person they were ripped from.
The most exaggerated thing is that if you buy a gun, you can test the gun, and you will be given a magazine for free. It is said that some gun store owners in the United States also have special small shooting ranges for you to test fire, but they let you experience the firearms. Performance, Nima, the guns sold here in Somalia only give you a magazine. You can hold the trigger to the sky without letting go, and you can pull out thirty rounds of bullets in one go before deciding whether to buy it or not. If you are willing to buy a gun here, it is enough to make a sound.
So Wang Chaoyang and Wang Weilong looked at the shed above the gun stall that they deceived themselves to use to protect themselves from the rain. They were riddled with holes and what a mess.
In fact, it doesn’t rain very often in Somalia…
"Hey, boss, there is a tavern in front, why don't we go in and have a look," Wang Weilong said.
"Come on, this is a good place," Wang Chaoyang said with a smile.
Of course, no one could see Wang Chaoyang's smile, whether it was covered by a scarf or a beard.
Places like pubs are often a good place for drunkards to chat and brag. If you tell the truth after drinking, you may hear something "you shouldn't hear."
But as soon as Wang Chaoyang and Wang Weilong walked in, they were shocked by the warm atmosphere that erupted in the bar. All the people sitting in the bar were militiamen, with guns in their left hands and drinks in their right hands. This formation was not simple.
Wang*Wei*long said in his heart that if this guy got drunk and got into a fight, there would be countless casualties.
The most important thing is that as soon as the two people walked in, everyone in the bar raised their glasses and cheered, and a man who looked like a leader walked up to the two people holding a cup.
The bartender also brought two glasses of wine to Wang Chaoyang and Wang Weilong just in time.
"What should we do?" Wang Weilong asked Wang Chaoyang with his eyes.
However, Wang Chaoyang reacted quickly. He smiled "haha" and put his arm around the man's shoulders. Then he touched him with a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.
Wang*Wei*long also picked up the cup, touched it with the man, and then drank the wine.
As soon as he saw two people drinking, the guy was very happy and pulled Wang Chaoyang and Wang Weilong to sit down, and then the whole room started drinking enthusiastically.
Wang Chaoyang took Wang Weilong and found an inconspicuous corner to sit down, occasionally holding a cup to mix in the atmosphere, but he didn't drink much.
People in the room were talking loudly while drinking.
But Wang Chaoyang and Wang Weilong couldn't understand either, and they were very upset.
"Do you think what information can be obtained like this?" Wang Weilong asked.
"Just for viewing," Wang Chaoyang said.
At this moment, someone kicked open the bar door.
Wang Chaoyang and Wang Weilong immediately felt that the atmosphere was frozen. Obviously, this kick was very unfriendly.
Everyone in the bar put down their glasses, stood up, and looked toward the door.
Wang Chaoyang and Wang Weilong also quickly stood up.
Wang Chaoyang also signaled Wang Weilong to quickly turn on the safety of the gun.
A group of militiamen walked in at the door, the same group whose walkie-talkie was stolen by Wang Chaoyang.
I saw the leader of that group of people opening his mouth and saying a bunch of words very cruelly, and it looked like he was speaking cruelly.
The leader in the tavern just now was not a vegetarian either, so he scolded him right back.
Although I couldn't understand what the scolding was about, looking at his red face, thick neck, protruding veins, and loud voice, it didn't seem like he was saying "Hello, brothers."
Wang Chaoyang noticed that among the group of militiamen who came in, there was a guy who had been stolen by him before. At this time, his eyes were rolling around and he was looking around.
Wang Chaoyang deliberately avoided his gaze, and at the same time pulled Wang Weilong to move, trying to hide behind the person.
Wang Chaoyang is ready to run away.
But before Wang Chaoyang and Wang Weilong could move a few steps, the militiaman who had been stolen by Wang Chaoyang had already pointed at Wang Chaoyang and Wang Weilong and shouted.
"Oh no, I was discovered," Wang Chaoyang said.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Wang Weilong subconsciously clenched the RPK in his hands.
The person on the other side said that he was about to come up to arrest someone, but was blocked by the leader in the tavern.
"Don't move for now and take another look," Wang Chaoyang whispered to Wang Weilong.
The leader here said something and took out his pistol.
Not to be outdone, the other side directly pulled the bolt.
And they are still preparing to rush in and arrest people.
"Follow me, watch my movements, and prepare your RPK," Wang Chaoyang said.