Chapter 1069
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Most of the buildings in hilbro block belong to European style. In the past, it was a famous rich area in Johannesburg, but earth shaking changes took place in just over a decade after the end of apartheid in the 1990s.
Qin Fei sits on a bench in the street park. Two pieces of wood have been removed from the back of the chair, which looks dilapidated. The original green paint has peeled off, revealing the original color of the wood. Garbage plastic bags of various colors are flying everywhere on the surrounding ground. A garbage can in the distance is full of garbage, and a lot of garbage is thrown near the can, Little thumb sized green headed flies buzzed above like bombers.
The place where red and the Holy City Army traded was a dark red European four story building about 100 meters away from the park. Hugo was at the corner behind the building, parked his cart beside the wall, and people came to one side, covered with a rag.
Connor squatted on the ground at the entrance of an alley across the street from the building, holding a bottle of half a bottle of inferior brandy in his hand. He took an occasional sip, but he didn't know whether it was real or fake.
Mister sat next to Qin Fei, holding a newspaper casually picked up from the ground and reading it with relish.
The Chevy van stopped at the corner about 30 meters behind them. The doors and windows were closed. Inside were major Michelle and her two men.
"There are many people with guns downstairs. Do you see them?"
Connor's voice came from the headset.
Qin Fei glanced over there.
Downstairs in the cafe, there are some messy fruit stalls on both sides of the street, and some shops also put their goods out of the door. This scene makes Qin Fei feel familiar, as if he has returned to the busy and crowded street scenes of the third and fourth tier cities in China.
"Most of their fruit stalls have automatic weapons," Connor reminded everyone again. "These may be gangsters associated with the Holy City Army."
"I see. Pay attention. It's best to avoid a gunfight. If you can't, start a war. Protecting Rhett is the first point," Michelle said.
Red got out of the car. Today, he was wearing a casual shirt, trousers, leather shoes and a black leather bag. He walked slowly to the entrance of the cafe.
Two evil looking blacks stopped red at the door and searched him briefly.
Qin Fei knows that things are far from simple. The cafe is upstairs. Maybe there will be professional technicians of the Holy City Army to check Rhett upstairs.
Any organization member engaged in underground KB activities is always like a mouse living in a dark corner. They play cat and mouse with members of the anti-terrorism forces and intelligence agencies. Being careful will make them live longer.
"Major, we can't see Rhett now. If something happens to him up there, I'm afraid it's hard for us to find him if we don't use guns," Connor couldn't help saying.
Michelle said: "Hugo, you keep an eye on it. Your side is where the back stairs and fire ladders are located. You can also see the back door from your position. Once someone comes out of there, you must see the situation clearly."
"See the situation clearly?" Hugo said reluctantly, "that's not what I'm worried about now. If they escort Rhett out, I can only watch. But that means Rhett's plan has succeeded. They have only one choice, that is to get what they think is the real hard disk."
Now the fake hard disk is in the safe of the vault, but the real hard disk is in Rhett's hand.
The plan of this set is a gamble on people's hearts and suspicions, but Qin Fei still has great worries. After all, it's a real hard disk. The only Achilles heel. In case of any accident and disturbance and lost in the gun battle, he can't find a second one.
In the past, although there was no way to crack the Achilles heel, it was still in his own hand. As long as you find Professor Morris in your hand, you can decrypt it, at least there is hope.
Once the hard disk is lost
Qin Fei could hardly imagine what would happen after this.
At least, he couldn't explain to Kun himself.
That's what his sister Zhang Lan bought with her life. Up to now, Qin Fei still has many questions about how Zhang Lan got the hard disk. It's an unsolved mystery. Maybe he can know the whole story from fan Tianlong's mouth in the future.
"Connor, there's something going on over there." George's voice suddenly appeared in the headset. "Two black hooligans are approaching you. Be careful, they have guns."
Qin Fei was shocked and looked at Connor's position.
Sure enough, two black men in vests, exaggerated hip-hop style pants and cap walked towards Connor. In terms of age, neither of them was less than 20 years old and belonged to the type of street gangsters.
But in the hilbro neighborhood of Johannesburg, guns are definitely a must-have. You're embarrassed to say hello to everyone for every gun.
The waists of the two black hooligans were bulging. They knew there was material at a glance.
Perhaps it was Connor's sudden presence here that surprised them. Perhaps for other reasons, they were very interested in "Tramp" Connor.
"Hey, brother!" a little rascal who had come to Connor smiled and stretched out his hand. The thick silver necklace on his neck kept swinging and shining silver in the sun.
"Do you have money? Man, I don't have enough money to buy cigarettes!"
The other went up and kicked Connor on the instep, as if to remind him.
"This is our territory. You must give some money to honor us here."
Qin Fei began to become a little worried. Connor had no problem dealing with the two hooligans, and the two hooligans may not know that the seemingly unlucky tramp in front of him is actually one of the intelligence agencies and special forces with the highest level of military training in the world. If the decadent guy is willing, You can twist off the heads of two hooligans in a few seconds.
But now is not the time to do it.
What makes Qin Fei more worried is Connor's accent.
Although English can be used here, Connor's accent is somewhat British in Wales, and the slightly rolling British accent may expose his identity.
The channel was quiet and everyone was waiting for Connor to deal with it.
Once they start, the gangsters in this street will come to support immediately. The four may have to deal with dozens or even hundreds of people.
Qin Fei's blood began to run rapidly in the blood vessels, and the adrenal hormone was secreted rapidly, which made his senses in an extremely sharp state and even excited.
This is the crisis that special forces and Black Ops personnel have to face. It's like extreme sports. Others look terrible. However, once you indulge in it, you can't extricate yourself like taking drugs. When you leave the battlefield, you will suddenly miss those years, and even immerse yourself in it. You will suddenly wake up every night and think you are still in the battlefield.
Connor didn't speak. The two hooligans seemed to be a little impatient. One of them jerked out a pistol from his waist, pulled the sleeve, loaded the bullet and aimed at Connor.
"Fark! It's bad," Mister whispered, his hand touching Glock 18 in the holster at his waist.
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Most of the buildings in hilbro block belong to European style. In the past, it was a famous rich area in Johannesburg, but earth shaking changes took place in just over a decade after the end of apartheid in the 1990s.
Qin Fei sits on a bench in the street park. Two pieces of wood have been removed from the back of the chair, which looks dilapidated. The original green paint has peeled off, revealing the original color of the wood. Garbage plastic bags of various colors are flying everywhere on the surrounding ground. A garbage can in the distance is full of garbage, and a lot of garbage is thrown near the can, Little thumb sized green headed flies buzzed above like bombers.
The place where red and the Holy City Army traded was a dark red European four story building about 100 meters away from the park. Hugo was at the corner behind the building, parked his cart beside the wall, and people came to one side, covered with a rag.
Connor squatted on the ground at the entrance of an alley across the street from the building, holding a bottle of half a bottle of inferior brandy in his hand. He took an occasional sip, but he didn't know whether it was real or fake.
Mister sat next to Qin Fei, holding a newspaper casually picked up from the ground and reading it with relish.
The Chevy van stopped at the corner about 30 meters behind them. The doors and windows were closed. Inside were major Michelle and her two men.
"There are many people with guns downstairs. Do you see them?"
Connor's voice came from the headset.
Qin Fei glanced over there.
Downstairs in the cafe, there are some messy fruit stalls on both sides of the street, and some shops also put their goods out of the door. This scene makes Qin Fei feel familiar, as if he has returned to the busy and crowded street scenes of the third and fourth tier cities in China.
"Most of their fruit stalls have automatic weapons," Connor reminded everyone again. "These may be gangsters associated with the Holy City Army."
"I see. Pay attention. It's best to avoid a gunfight. If you can't, start a war. Protecting Rhett is the first point," Michelle said.
Red got out of the car. Today, he was wearing a casual shirt, trousers, leather shoes and a black leather bag. He walked slowly to the entrance of the cafe.
Two evil looking blacks stopped red at the door and searched him briefly.
Qin Fei knows that things are far from simple. The cafe is upstairs. Maybe there will be professional technicians of the Holy City Army to check Rhett upstairs.
Any organization member engaged in underground KB activities is always like a mouse living in a dark corner. They play cat and mouse with members of the anti-terrorism forces and intelligence agencies. Being careful will make them live longer.
"Major, we can't see Rhett now. If something happens to him up there, I'm afraid it's hard for us to find him if we don't use guns," Connor couldn't help saying.
Michelle said: "Hugo, you keep an eye on it. Your side is where the back stairs and fire ladders are located. You can also see the back door from your position. Once someone comes out of there, you must see the situation clearly."
"See the situation clearly?" Hugo said reluctantly, "that's not what I'm worried about now. If they escort Rhett out, I can only watch. But that means Rhett's plan has succeeded. They have only one choice, that is to get what they think is the real hard disk."
Now the fake hard disk is in the safe of the vault, but the real hard disk is in Rhett's hand.
The plan of this set is a gamble on people's hearts and suspicions, but Qin Fei still has great worries. After all, it's a real hard disk. The only Achilles heel. In case of any accident and disturbance and lost in the gun battle, he can't find a second one.
In the past, although there was no way to crack the Achilles heel, it was still in his own hand. As long as you find Professor Morris in your hand, you can decrypt it, at least there is hope.
Once the hard disk is lost
Qin Fei could hardly imagine what would happen after this.
At least, he couldn't explain to Kun himself.
That's what his sister Zhang Lan bought with her life. Up to now, Qin Fei still has many questions about how Zhang Lan got the hard disk. It's an unsolved mystery. Maybe he can know the whole story from fan Tianlong's mouth in the future.
"Connor, there's something going on over there." George's voice suddenly appeared in the headset. "Two black hooligans are approaching you. Be careful, they have guns."
Qin Fei was shocked and looked at Connor's position.
Sure enough, two black men in vests, exaggerated hip-hop style pants and cap walked towards Connor. In terms of age, neither of them was less than 20 years old and belonged to the type of street gangsters.
But in the hilbro neighborhood of Johannesburg, guns are definitely a must-have. You're embarrassed to say hello to everyone for every gun.
The waists of the two black hooligans were bulging. They knew there was material at a glance.
Perhaps it was Connor's sudden presence here that surprised them. Perhaps for other reasons, they were very interested in "Tramp" Connor.
"Hey, brother!" a little rascal who had come to Connor smiled and stretched out his hand. The thick silver necklace on his neck kept swinging and shining silver in the sun.
"Do you have money? Man, I don't have enough money to buy cigarettes!"
The other went up and kicked Connor on the instep, as if to remind him.
"This is our territory. You must give some money to honor us here."
Qin Fei began to become a little worried. Connor had no problem dealing with the two hooligans, and the two hooligans may not know that the seemingly unlucky tramp in front of him is actually one of the intelligence agencies and special forces with the highest level of military training in the world. If the decadent guy is willing, You can twist off the heads of two hooligans in a few seconds.
But now is not the time to do it.
What makes Qin Fei more worried is Connor's accent.
Although English can be used here, Connor's accent is somewhat British in Wales, and the slightly rolling British accent may expose his identity.
The channel was quiet and everyone was waiting for Connor to deal with it.
Once they start, the gangsters in this street will come to support immediately. The four may have to deal with dozens or even hundreds of people.
Qin Fei's blood began to run rapidly in the blood vessels, and the adrenal hormone was secreted rapidly, which made his senses in an extremely sharp state and even excited.
This is the crisis that special forces and Black Ops personnel have to face. It's like extreme sports. Others look terrible. However, once you indulge in it, you can't extricate yourself like taking drugs. When you leave the battlefield, you will suddenly miss those years, and even immerse yourself in it. You will suddenly wake up every night and think you are still in the battlefield.
Connor didn't speak. The two hooligans seemed to be a little impatient. One of them jerked out a pistol from his waist, pulled the sleeve, loaded the bullet and aimed at Connor.
"Fark! It's bad," Mister whispered, his hand touching Glock 18 in the holster at his waist.
Most of the buildings in hilbro block belong to European style. In the past, it was a famous rich area in Johannesburg, but earth shaking changes took place in just over a decade after the end of apartheid in the 1990s.Qin Fei sits on a bench in the street park. Two pieces of wood have been removed from the back of the chair, which looks dilapidated. The original green paint has peeled off, revealing the original color of the wood. Garbage plastic bags of various colors are flying everywhere on the surrounding ground. A garbage can in the distance is full of garbage, and a lot of garbage is thrown near the can, Little thumb sized green headed flies buzzed above like bombers.The place where red and the Holy City Army traded was a dark red European four story building about 100 meters away from the park. Hugo was at the corner behind the building, parked his cart beside the wall, and people came to one side, covered with a rag.Connor squatted on the ground at the entrance of an alley across the street from the building, holding a bottle of half a bottle of inferior brandy in his hand. He took an occasional sip, but he didn't know whether it was real or fake.Mister sat next to Qin Fei, holding a newspaper casually picked up from the ground and reading it with relish.The Chevy van stopped at the corner about 30 meters behind them. The doors and windows were closed. Inside were major Michelle and her two men."There are many people with guns downstairs. Do you see them?"Connor's voice came from the headset.Qin Fei glanced over there.Downstairs in the cafe, there are some messy fruit stalls on both sides of the street, and some shops also put their goods out of the door. This scene makes Qin Fei feel familiar, as if he has returned to the busy and crowded street scenes of the third and fourth tier cities in China."Most of their fruit stalls have automatic weapons," Connor reminded everyone again. "These may be gangsters associated with the Holy City Army.""I see. Pay attention. It's best to avoid a gunfight. If you can't, start a war. Protecting Rhett is the first point," Michelle said.Red got out of the car. Today, he was wearing a casual shirt, trousers, leather shoes and a black leather bag. He walked slowly to the entrance of the cafe.Two evil looking blacks stopped red at the door and searched him briefly.Qin Fei knows that things are far from simple. The cafe is upstairs. Maybe there will be professional technicians of the Holy City Army to check Rhett upstairs.Any organization member engaged in underground KB activities is always like a mouse living in a dark corner. They play cat and mouse with members of the anti-terrorism forces and intelligence agencies. Being careful will make them live longer."Major, we can't see Rhett now. If something happens to him up there, I'm afraid it's hard for us to find him if we don't use guns," Connor couldn't help saying.Michelle said: "Hugo, you keep an eye on it. Your side is where the back stairs and fire ladders are located. You can also see the back door from your position. Once someone comes out of there, you must see the situation clearly.""See the situation clearly?" Hugo said reluctantly, "that's not what I'm worried about now. If they escort Rhett out, I can only watch. But that means Rhett's plan has succeeded. They have only one choice, that is to get what they think is the real hard disk."Now the fake hard disk is in the safe of the vault, but the real hard disk is in Rhett's hand.The plan of this set is a gamble on people's hearts and suspicions, but Qin Fei still has great worries. After all, it's a real hard disk. The only Achilles heel. In case of any accident and disturbance and lost in the gun battle, he can't find a second one.In the past, although there was no way to crack the Achilles heel, it was still in his own hand. As long as you find Professor Morris in your hand, you can decrypt it, at least there is hope.Once the hard disk is lostQin Fei could hardly imagine what would happen after this.At least, he couldn't explain to Kun himself.That's what his sister Zhang Lan bought with her life. Up to now, Qin Fei still has many questions about how Zhang Lan got the hard disk. It's an unsolved mystery. Maybe he can know the whole story from fan Tianlong's mouth in the future."Connor, there's something going on over there." George's voice suddenly appeared in the headset. "Two black hooligans are approaching you. Be careful, they have guns."Qin Fei was shocked and looked at Connor's position.Sure enough, two black men in vests, exaggerated hip-hop style pants and cap walked towards Connor. In terms of age, neither of them was less than 20 years old and belonged to the type of street gangsters.But in the hilbro neighborhood of Johannesburg, guns are definitely a must-have. You're embarrassed to say hello to everyone for every gun.The waists of the two black hooligans were bulging. They knew there was material at a glance.Perhaps it was Connor's sudden presence here that surprised them. Perhaps for other reasons, they were very interested in "Tramp" Connor."Hey, brother!" a little rascal who had come to Connor smiled and stretched out his hand. The thick silver necklace on his neck kept swinging and shining silver in the sun."Do you have money? Man, I don't have enough money to buy cigarettes!"The other went up and kicked Connor on the instep, as if to remind him."This is our territory. You must give some money to honor us here."Qin Fei began to become a little worried. Connor had no problem dealing with the two hooligans, and the two hooligans may not know that the seemingly unlucky tramp in front of him is actually one of the intelligence agencies and special forces with the highest level of military training in the world. If the decadent guy is willing, You can twist off the heads of two hooligans in a few seconds.But now is not the time to do it.What makes Qin Fei more worried is Connor's accent.Although English can be used here, Connor's accent is somewhat British in Wales, and the slightly rolling British accent may expose his identity.The channel was quiet and everyone was waiting for Connor to deal with it.Once they start, the gangsters in this street will come to support immediately. The four may have to deal with dozens or even hundreds of people.Qin Fei's blood began to run rapidly in the blood vessels, and the adrenal hormone was secreted rapidly, which made his senses in an extremely sharp state and even excited.This is the crisis that special forces and Black Ops personnel have to face. It's like extreme sports. Others look terrible. However, once you indulge in it, you can't extricate yourself like taking drugs. When you leave the battlefield, you will suddenly miss those years, and even immerse yourself in it. You will suddenly wake up every night and think you are still in the battlefield.Connor didn't speak. The two hooligans seemed to be a little impatient. One of them jerked out a pistol from his waist, pulled the sleeve, loaded the bullet and aimed at Connor."Fark! It's bad," Mister whispered, his hand touching Glock 18 in the holster at his waist.
