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Chapter 4096 Female Arms Dealer

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    "Free Western Sahara?" Crystal frowned slightly.  The name sounds a bit like a local armed group in Western Sahara.  But she didn't know what these people wanted to do by taking so many hostages?

    While she was thinking.  A guard passed by outside and hit the man who shouted just now in the face with the butt of his rifle.  The white man had a nosebleed and half of his teeth were broken off.  He covered his face and fell to the ground in horror.

    "Everyone is not allowed to shout and keep quiet. If he does this again, he will be punished." The guard wearing a turban with only his eyes exposed shouted loudly.

    "Sir, I think you must have misunderstood. We are not Moroccans There must be some misunderstanding I request an explanation to your commander" Another man gestured and explained in stiff Arabic.  .

    "Shut up. We will confirm your identity. If you were Moroccan, do you think you would still be alive today?" Then the guard pushed him away roughly.

    "Whose name is Ryan Anderson?" the guard shouted, holding a passport. "The passport shows that he is Spanish."

    "I am" A middle-aged man with brown hair stood up and said hesitantly, "I am."

    "Come out here and cooperate. I don't have too long to interrogate you, but we can still find a lot of problems from your belongings. You carry a Spanish passport and work in a phosphate mine." Another one.  The militants came forward.

    "Yes, I am an employee of a Spanish company we are not military personnel nor are we Moroccans" the man said nervously.

    "But you are helping the Moroccans to mine minerals that originally belonged to the people of Western Sahara. This is an act of aggression. You must pay for it. If you want to survive, write down your home address and contact information. Tell them  , take out the ransom for your life.

    "The crimes you have committed against the people of Western Sahara must be paid for."  And the Spaniards must pay double the ransom to compensate for the colonial crimes you committed on this land.  "The armed man suddenly kicked the Spaniard in the stomach, and then spat hard.

    "But I'm just a civilian" The Spaniard screamed, holding his stomach and groaning.

    "You are a sinner! I asked you to pay the ransom to atone for your sins!" The armed man with his face covered waved his hand, and several big men with their faces covered immediately came and dragged the Spaniard out.

    How dare a group of hostages stop him?  All you could see was that the Spaniard was dragged out by a group of big men. If he resisted at all, he would be beaten and kicked.

    "Damn, they are kidnappers. They kidnapped us to get money." Crystal frowned slightly, "But how did they know our identities?"

    "After they arrested us, they searched and rescued all our belongings. They took away our passports, mobile phones, wallets, and car keys." Another hostage whispered.

    "Damn it." Crystal frowned slightly, because her belongings were also gone.  She originally remembered that she had a small bag with her.  Her ID and mobile phone were all placed inside.

    It is very possible that those things are now in the hands of these militants.  The most terrible thing is that there is a self-defense pistol inside.

    These militants took out the hostages one by one and interrogated them.  What is called an interrogation is actually asking them to reveal their home address and contact information.  So that they can hold you to ransom.

    Not long after, Crystal was also called out.  A man with a turban on his face looked at the crystal and asked in a low voice, "Krista?"

    "Yes, it means crystal in English." Crystal nodded.

    The masked man nodded, "You should be the strangest one among these people. Ordinary women would have been crying a long time ago, but you can still sit here and explain the meaning of your name to me. Who are you?"

    "Businessman, I'm doing some small business in Morocco." Crystal said calmly.

    "We found multiple passports in your bag, from France, the United States, and even Italian and Russian passports. But the strange thing is that we can't tell whether they are real or fake.

    Even though several of them are fake passports, the level of simulation is quite high, making it almost impossible to tell the authenticity.  Additionally, we found a pistol in your bag.  This is really a beautiful pistol.  "The masked man sneered.

    "The situation is unstable recently, so I just brought a gun to defend myself." Crystal replied calmly.

    "Self-defense pistol? This is not a women's pistol for self-defense. No one would think that a Glock 18 pistol is a women's self-defense pistol."Used.

    Usually only commandos and special forces personnel use such pistols.  You are either a spy or a mercenary.

    But there is a problem, spies are not as public as you.  Mercenaries can't afford such good weapons.  So your identity really makes me extremely curious.

    ¡°Tell me, madam, who are you?  the masked militant asked sharply.

    "After seeing that gun, you should know that I have seen the world. So no matter how loud your voice is, it is useless." Crystal shook his head, "Besides, you may not believe what I say."

    "That's right. But I'd like to hear how you explain your identity?" the militant sneered.

    "I am a Frenchman, an arms dealer, selling guns." Crystal said calmly.

    "You? Still an arms dealer?" The militant couldn't help laughing.  "Girl, how old are you? Do you know how deep the water in this industry is?"

    "The weapon you have on you is an AK47, but it is not produced in Russia. It is a Romanian AIM-G type, equipped with the Patriot Guards in 1989. Romania produces the most popular firearms, with more than 200,000 imported to the United States. The number flowing into Africa is not  Many but not many.

    The most obvious feature is that there is a wooden front grip under the front handguard.  But the butt of your gun has been modified. The original wooden butt has been crudely replaced with a Polish pmkms type, foldable butt.  "Crystal smiled coldly, "And the pistol you used to scare people looks like the former Soviet Union's TT19301933 pistol.  But it is actually the export version of the Type 54 pistol made in China.  "

    Although the armed man had his face covered, surprise could still be seen in his eyes.  "Arms trafficker, or a 19-year-old female arms trafficker? Do you think I am only 19 years old? There are many arms traffickers operating in Western Sahara, but I have never heard of you."

    "There are many things you haven't heard of, but the things you don't know don't mean they don't exist." Crystal said calmly.

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