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Chapter 3383 Catch the thief and get the stolen goods

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    Sergey looked at the sausage and said, "You know that?"

    "Because from the analysis of satellite images, the surrounding area does not meet such conditions." Sausage shook his head. "And this is the most chaotic area on the border between northern Niger and Libya. There are also extremist terrorists openly operating in the town. The secret society should  They will avoid their sphere of influence to avoid being affected by anti-terrorism operations. So I conclude that their uranium mines are not too close to here."

    "So we still have enough time to keep up with those slave traders." Lin Rui nodded.  "Sergey, go get the car. We'll set off right away. Follow the satellite signals. But don't get too close, lest they notice. We have to follow them but stay out of their sight."

    Sergey shook his head and said, "Why is it me again?"

    "Because you are the only one who can pry open a car door and steal a car within a few seconds." Crazy Horse said with a smile, "No one among us here can do it faster than you. You can do this kind of thing faster."  If not, who will?¡±

    Sergey was a little smug at this, "That's natural. Wait, I'll get the car right away."

    "He is saying you are a thief. Forget it, go quickly." Lin Rui shook his head helplessly.  Sergey went out to get a car, while Lin Rui and others were preparing to set off at a small hotel in the town.  After waiting for more than ten minutes and not seeing Sergey come back, Lin Rui became a little alarmed, "Is there something wrong? Come on, let's go out and take a look."

    They hurried out from the small hotel, only to find that Sergey was pinned to the ground by a group of people and was yelling.  The group was all wearing camouflage uniforms and covered their heads with black turbans.  Judging from their appearance, they should be militants from the Jihad Alliance.

    "What's going on?" Lin Rui frowned.

    "This man was stealing a jihadist's car, and they caught him on the spot. He also killed two of them with a knife. These jihadists said they wanted to take him to the market to behead him in public." A young black man said  vocal channel.

    "Damn, this idiot." Lin Rui cursed secretly. He just let Sergey steal a car casually, but he didn't expect this Russian guy to be so bold as to steal the cars of armed terrorists in broad daylight.

    "Boss, what should I do?" Crazy Horse looked at him and asked.

    "What else can we do? Save people! Do we really see him being beheaded by terrorists in public?! I'll go over first, and you guys will act accordingly." Lin Rui shook his head.  He separated from the crowd and walked over, "Hey, what are you doing?"

    Several extremists turned around and looked at Lin Rui, and several weapons were immediately aimed at him.  "Who are you?" A militant wearing a black turban turned around and asked.

    "I heard that you caught a thief? We happened to lose something today, and we want to see if this person stole it?" Lin Rui said calmly.

    "What?" the militant asked suspiciously.

    "It's cash, and a small silver flask." Lin Rui frowned and said, "Can I search him? If the things are still on him, I want to get them back."

    The militant winked at the people around him and asked them to search Sergey's body.  Sure enough, he took out a stack of banknotes and a small silver flask.  In fact, these banknotes were paid by slave traders before.  And that wine flask was the small wine flask that Sergey always kept with him.

    "Damn it, don't touch my stuff." Sergey stamped his feet and roared.

    "Is this your thing?" The militant looked at Lin Rui and said, "But I can't give it to you now. This thief just killed two of our people. His belongings can be regarded as compensation for us. Do you have  Any comments?"

    ¡°I don¡¯t have any objections, I just want to punch him twice to relieve his anger.¡± Lin Rui rolled up his sleeves and walked over.

    The militant sneered, "I don't have a problem with that either. I don't mind this damn thief either. Let him suffer a little more before beheading him."

    Lin Rui strode over and kicked Sergey on the chest.  His kick was extremely powerful, but it was not a kick, but a kick.  Now Sergey is being dragged by two armed men. If he really wants to kick him, it will be like a wooden stake hitting his chest. One kick can collapse his entire sternum.  But pedaling is different, it is equivalent to stepping on Sergey's body with force.  Sergei was not seriously injured, but he was kicked out of the hands of two militants.

    The two armed men held Sergey's hand, but because of this kick, they immediately let go.  Lin Rui didn't say much. With his left hand, he hit the militant's throat hard with a knife, then wrapped it around his neck. His other hand passed under his arm, grabbed the weapon hanging on his chest, and opened fire.  .

    ¡°Da da da!¡±On the other side, Lin Rui swept across the area with an AK47. Sergey on the other side stood up, grabbed a grenade hanging on the body of a militant and threw it into the rushing crowd.  The "bomb" grenade fragments scattered in all directions, and the extremist militants who had just gathered together were caught off guard.

    Crazy Horse and Sausage, Scarface lost no time in covering them up, fired a burst of fire, and used firepower to cover Lin Rui and others.  Sergey rolled around and jumped onto the armed pickup truck on the side of the road. At this moment, the Russian guy didn't forget to pick up his little wine bottle.  "Go start the car!" Lin Rui fired at the militants while retreating to a corner of the wall as a bunker.

    Sergey lowered his head to avoid the bullets, pulled out the circuit, quickly started the fire, and suddenly rushed out of the car. The accelerating vehicle suddenly braked and turned, the vehicle swerved, and the truck body behind the pickup truck slammed two people into it.  The militants were knocked away.  "Everyone come up!" Sergey shouted.

    Lin Rui quickly retreated to the car, grabbing the frame of the car with one hand and holding the gun with the other hand and firing frequently in short bursts.  Crazy Horse and others also rushed over from the other side and climbed onto the carriage.  If they were armed with pickup trucks, the firepower would be fierce.  These terrorists' armed pickup trucks all have machine guns mounted on the back. Although they are only light machine guns, they are enough to form suppressive firepower in the hands of Crazy Horse and others.

    "Drive!" Lin Rui said in a deep voice.  Sergey drove away from the crowd and drove away, the gunshots still ringing behind him.  The terrorists wanted to pursue me, but they stopped pursuing me.  Because Scarface was so sinister, he shot out the tires of those cars with his gun.  The tire was flat, and he was still chasing me. If he had found another car and chased me again, the group of people in front of him would have disappeared long ago.  Several armed terrorists were so angry that they almost vomited blood. They thought they had caught a thief, but they did not expect that these people were actually robbers.

    It should be said that they are monsters. In just a few minutes, they caused more than 20 casualties to these terrorists. Sergey's grenade alone killed seven or eight people.

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