Located in the heart of Kaecheng District, it is made up of thousands of individual shops scattered in dozens of small alleys, many of which date back centuries dt.com.

There are no wide streets, many are under noble stone vaults. The bazaar is a shady place in the sun, with hundreds of stalls. But it is clear that there are far fewer businesses here, and many people have been displaced by the fighting.

There are not many businesses, but there are many customers, because the people who can afford to escape the war are always only a few. Lin Rui walked in the crowd, his vision was very keen. It was easy to find a shop, as there were several armed men with weapons hanging around the door and nearby.

On the surface, it is a shop that deals in copper utensils, but inside it certainly won't be that simple. Lin Rui lowered his head and walked in, but was quickly stopped. A man with a beard stopped him and whispered something to him.

Lin Rui frowned, and said in his slightly lame English, "Do you know how to speak English?"

The big man frowned at him and shouted to the inside of the shop.

A middle-aged man came out of it, and he Lin Rui communicated with him in English, "What do you need?"

"Equipment. Lin Rui patted the gun on his body.

The middle-aged man frowned at Lin Rui and motioned to the man next to him to put away the gun, "Chinese or Japanese?"

"Chinese. Lin Rui nodded.

The middle-aged man's face softened a little, tilted his head at Lin Rui, and motioned for Lin Rui to follow him inside. Lin Rui nodded and followed him in. In the distance, high up in an earthy yellow building, Yelena frowned and put away her gun. Lin Rui had already stepped out of her line of sight, which made her a little uneasy.

After Lin Rui entered, a strong man immediately took the gun from his hand and pulled out the dagger he had fixed on his lap. Lin Rui calmly cooperated with his actions before being taken to the room inside.

This room is more like a warehouse, with a strong smell of maintenance grease. The shelves on both sides are full of guns and all kinds of ammunition.

"What do you need?" said the middle-aged man.

"Communication equipment, satellite phones. Lin Rui said slowly.

The middle-aged man frowned, and said lightly, "I only have guns and weapons here." Our guns are very good, there are Chinese AKs, which are more reliable than the ones you have in your hands, and cheaper. We also have RPG bazookas, but they are more expensive. ”

"This is called the Type 56 submachine gun in China. And your gun is not made in China, it should be an AK imitation from other countries. The Type 56 casing made in China should be a stamping process, while this is a milling casing, so the weight is larger than that made in China. Lin Rui skillfully fiddled with the gun handed to him by the middle-aged man, and returned it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was a little helpless, "So, what else do you need?" ”

"I just want a satellite phone. Lin Rui said calmly.

"You can't be from the government army, right?" said the middle-aged man suspiciously.

Lin Rui smiled, "Do you think I look like a Syrian?"

The middle-aged man looked up and down him, and then whispered, "If that's the case, I have something that you might be interested in." ”

Lin Rui nodded. The middle-aged man dragged out a box, took out a few things from it, and put them in front of Lin Rui.

"What is this?" Lin Rui frowned and pointed to a heavy mobile phone, which seemed to have blood stains that had not been completely wiped clean.

"An Iridium phone with satellite network capability. It's authentic American. The middle-aged man said, "If you really need it, maybe this is your best choice." ”

"Can it still be used?" Lin Rui frowned.

"No problem. This is what we bought from a couple of Westerners. The middle-aged man said slowly, "If you want, you can pay 20,000 dollars to take it." ”

"This thing actually sells for 20,000 US dollars?" Lin Rui said with a wry smile.

"Hey, it's American. I knew that Chinese goods would be cheaper, but there were no them. And now that the communication transmission has been destroyed, this thing is in short supply, and who can say for sure when this damn communication will be restored? And who can guarantee that it will be restored for a few days, and then it will be interrupted again? But with this thing, you can talk to your relatives and friends who are far away. $20,000 is worth the money. The middle-aged man said.

Lin Rui frowned and said, "Can I try?"

"No, you can't. The middle-aged man shook his head.

"But if I can't try it, how do I know this thing can be used?" Lin Rui pretended to be puzzled.

"It's the rule. I can't try anything here. You and I even have an RPG bazooka here, and if I am allowed to try it, then I'm not going to be blown up here, so I can't try anything here, the rules are the rules, and they must not be changed. The middle-aged man shook his head.

Lin Rui smiled, "It's okay, then I'll take it outside to try it out." ”

"I don't think you understood, you have to pay if you take it. The middle-aged man lowered his face and said, "I don't care who you are." ”

"It's a pity I don't have any money, and I don't want to give it. Lin Ruinian said calmly, "Because my money is soaked in blood." In addition to other people's, there are also my own. I will not give my hard-earned money to extremists who kill innocent people indiscriminately. Of course, you can also understand it as robbery. ”

The middle-aged man's face changed and he was about to shout, but Lin Rui raised his hand and cut it right on his throat. There was a crisp sound, and the middle-aged man's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it, but his head slowly drooped. The body went limp.

Lin Rui put away the phone, took two Uzi submachine guns from the shelves on the side by the way, loaded them and walked out.

When the armed personnel at the door saw Lin Rui come out, they didn't see the middle-aged boss, and they immediately knew that it was not good. But as soon as he raised the gun, the Uzi submachine gun in Lin Rui's hand had already fired. The short submachine gun spewed flames that exceeded the length of the barrel.

The militants were knocked down on the spot, and Lin Rui immediately lowered his head and retrieved his gun and dagger. Hearing the sudden sound of gunshots, there was a commotion outside the shop, and the militants who were wandering around the neighborhood were alarmed and immediately gathered in the direction of Lin Rui.

At this moment, the sound of sniper gunfire was heard from the earthen wall of the building in the distance. An armed man who tried to surround the shop was shot in the head, splattering blood on the spot. Yelena squatted on a high place and made a gesture to Fan Jiannan.

Fan Jiannan nodded, strode out from the door of the shop, but the Uzi submachine gun in his hand fired to the right without hesitation. Two militants, who had just poked their heads out of the fruit stall, were shot dead on the spot, blood and fruit juice mixed together, and it was impossible to distinguish what was what.

Lin Rui didn't look back, and strode into the nearest alley.