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Chapter 2710 Location of lost contact

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    The next day, Lin Rui and others boarded a Russian military plane under Krosov's arrangement.

    After taking off, a Russian soldier said to them, "Gentlemen, you must remember that you have never boarded this plane. In fact, this plane has never taken off from St. Petersburg. There is no written or numerical record.  .You have no connection with the Russian military. After parachuting, you must bury the parachute and eliminate everything related to the Russian military.

    Your weapons have no military serial numbers, and your communications equipment has no records. You are not allowed to communicate with us until you have completed your mission.  "

    Sergey mocked, "Of course, nothing, just like I've never fucked your mother." Several other mercenaries burst into laughter.  The Russian officer was shaking with rage.

    Lin Rui leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, sir. But you'd better ignore your Russian compatriot. Although this red-haired guy is a bastard, his mouth is so stinky.  It's like his feet that haven't been washed in a month. But if you are serious with him, he will definitely beat you up. Avoid getting angry and save some dignity for yourself."

    The Russian officer held back his anger and glared at him, but still held back his anger.

    Crazy Horse continued to bicker with Sergey, while several other mercenaries were playing cards on the plane, lazily in a mess.  The Russian officer didn't say anything else to the gangster-like mercenaries. It wasn't until they arrived at the parachute site that he told them to get ready.  However, don't look at this group of mercenaries who are used to being free and loose.  But after Lin Rui gave the order, they all packed up their equipment and parachute bags as quickly as possible.

    The cabin door opened, and the team members jumped out of the aircraft cabin one after another.  Under the dim light of dusk, white parachutes fell from the sky one after another.  The wind at the landing site was a bit strong. Lin Rui tried hard to pull the parachute rope and control the landing point, but it still missed by nearly a hundred meters.  After landing, he quickly observed his surroundings, put away his parachute, and buried it in the ground with the short shovel he always carried.

    Because of the strong wind, the team members¡¯ parachute spread was a bit wide, but they all arrived at the scheduled location within ten minutes.  "Damn, if the wind gets stronger, it will turn into a sandstorm. To be honest, this is really not a good weather for skydiving." Crazy Horse put on his goggles and turned his head to spit out the sand in his mouth.  Jiang An also tightened his collar and cuffs to prevent the wind from carrying sand and dust into his neck.

    After other team members arrived one after another, Lin Rui ordered an inventory of personnel and equipment.  Then he looked at the GPS locator and said, "We are now in the northern suburbs of Sana'a. This is only five or six kilometers away from the last communication point of the signal flag unit. We will enter the city of Sana'a along the road and search along the way.  their traces.

    But you must be careful, there are various armed elements there.  And no one will welcome our presence.  We must also be careful of civilians, who may betray us to militants.  No one is trustworthy, remember, no one.  "

    Lin Rui tied up his sand-proof turban and put on goggles, which made him look more like a local militant than an outsider.  A group of them arrived in Sana'a before it was completely dark.  This is an old city, and a variety of building materials - stone, bricks, adobe, marble, stained glass - harmoniously reveal the gaps, colors, and textures of different materials at the same time.  The tower-like residence, with its pleasant brown walls and dazzling white paint, contrasts with the spire and round dome in the distance.

    Mosques of various styles can be seen everywhere, and the narrow and lively streets are as dense as spider webs, giving people a strong Arabic color.  The buildings here are all made of bluestone, white stone or red stone, with unique shapes.  However, the armed vehicles coming and going here and the various gun-toting militants on the streets show that the situation here is still very tense.

    Lin Rui whispered, "There is a checkpoint ahead. Let's walk past it from the side. Try to be as natural as possible so as not to arouse suspicion." The team members came to the checkpoint in twos and threes and walked past it from the side.  The militants paid no attention to them.  Because this place has been occupied by anti-government forces for nearly three or four years. Although the government forces have recently launched a fierce offensive, they are still some distance away from here.  These rebels have not gone so far as to strictly inspect every pedestrian.

    Coupled with Lin Rui¡¯s camouflage uniform and plaid headscarf, it is extremely confusing.  This outfit, coupled with an AK47 assault rifle, is almost the most common image of local anti-government militants.  So they passed the checkpoint without being stopped or questioned.

    "Ahead is the signal flag's special forces unit, the last point of contact. The Russians believe they once experienced a brief gunfight here." Lin Rui whispered, "We have to find someone to ask for details. Crazy Horse,  How is your Arabic????  "

    "Are you kidding? The Middle East is almost my second hometown. How is my Arabic, you ask?" Crazy Horse said with a soft smile.

    "Then ask someone nearby." Lin Rui whispered.

    "Wait. There is something discovered here." Jiang An suddenly whispered.

    "What's wrong?" Lin Rui asked.

    "Look here." Jiang An groped on the nearby wall, "The bullet mark should be the closest."

    "What type of bullet?" Lin Rui touched the bullet hole on the wall and frowned, "It looks like a nine-millimeter pistol."

    "No, it shouldn't be a pistol. Although the bullets are nine millimeters, but judging from this walking range, it is definitely not a pistol. It should be a submachine gun." Jiang An whispered, and he found traces of several other bullets on the wall.  By comparison, it should be the traces left by submachine gun fire, because the bullet's travel range is not large.

    "The MP5 submachine gun also uses nine-millimeter pistol bullets." Lin Rui whispered, "This is an individual self-defense weapon and should not be commonly used by these militants."

    The tailor nodded, "It was most likely left by the signal flag troops. They exchanged fire with others here. Judging from the direction of the bullet marks, they should be in that position." He pointed to an alley in the distance.

    "Okay. Think about it from their perspective, if we encounter an attack there, or have a conflict with the enemy. What will happen next?" Lin Rui frowned.

    "Get out of the battle quickly, because there are hostile armed elements everywhere here. Especially for the signal flag troops who are also responsible for the rescue mission, it is very unwise to confront and exchange fire with the enemy forces for a long time here." Jiang An  He whispered, "That alley is their most ideal evacuation channel. Due to terrain restrictions, they only need a few people to control the entrance and cover the rapid evacuation of others. And the alleys here are like other Arab countries, extending in all directions."  "

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