Chapter 3379: Slave market

Returning to the temporary residence, Crazy Horse looked at Lin Rui and said, "Boss, what should I do next? Do you raid those slave traders' camps?"
"You have to hurry up, but you can't make things too big. This is the area controlled by the Orumi Federal Army, and in fact the boss behind the scenes is the secret society organization. There is no difficulty in destroying a slave trader’s camp, but Finding out their entire transportation route is the key. So we have to do it, but we can't get rid of it, and ask the brothers to get ready. Let's go to the village to see the situation first." Lin Rui nodded.
Compared with other African regions, Libya is actually not poor, but rather a wealthy place. Even in the suburban countryside, there are many buildings and smooth roads. After Lin Rui and the others got there, they found that the situation was simpler than they thought. This village is not only a camp for slave traders, but also a trading market. The auction products here are not second-hand cars, land, furniture, but living people. Most slaves start at just 800 Libyan dinars-equivalent to around $600.
The whole village was originally a mule and horse fair, but now it sells people. Large numbers of black slaves were under the custody of militants and allowed them to buy and sell. In just a short time, Lin Rui and others witnessed a group of people being sold within a few minutes. Several young black boys looked terrified. They should be children who have just left home. Already frightened by what they had experienced, they could not speak, and looked at everyone they met with fear and suspicion.
Every year, thousands of refugees and migrants flock to the Libyan border, either fleeing the conflict or seeking better opportunities in Europe for economic reasons. Most of them are from Africa, selling all their property for travel expenses.
This long-standing immigration pattern began in the last century. At that time, workers from the Middle East and Africa flocked to Libya, looking for opportunities in the booming oil economy-although Libya is not safe, this model continues to this day. In the absence of safety everywhere, smuggling has become a mechanism of exploitation and profit.
This migration pattern is also similar to the current global migration wave. They want to reach developed countries, especially Europe, because these places need millions of new medical workers to serve an increasingly aging population.
Only recently, the Libyan Coast Guard’s strike action has resulted in fewer and fewer ships going to sea, while smugglers have used the opportunity to become "masters" and refugees and migrants have become "slaves." The auction makes people feel like they have returned to the age of slavery. The only thing missing is the shackles around their wrists and ankles. But they don't need this kind of thing, because the surrounding militants are fully armed and no one has a chance to escape.
Lin Rui and the others were among the strangers who were bargaining in the village. Their arms and posture looked like the guards of some big buyers, so not too many people paid attention to them. They just quietly observed the security situation around the village. Probably the slave traders didn't care about this kind of foreign invasion at all, and their main energy was on the slaves. Preventing them from escaping is the most important thing. After all, these slaves are like some kind of property to them.
The mongoose squeezed to Lin Rui's side from the crowd, and whispered, "Inquire clearly, the slaves here belong to a boss, the armed guards are also his people, and there is a camp for the slaves behind. They will be transported regularly. Some slaves went out, but no one knew where they were going, only that they were shipped to the south."
"The southern desert of Libya is in the direction of Niger. They should have more small camps there, extending all the way to the south, and finally forming a complete transportation route. Then, according to this main transportation route, it will radiate to the surroundings as their Sales channels." Crazy Horse nodded, "These small camps are similar to logistics transfer stations. The slave business is big enough."
"There is another trouble. There are too many people here, and we can't completely control everyone." Sergey whispered, "Especially there are many buyers here. Once you start, it will definitely disappear. , And these people are likely to spread the news of the attack here."
Lin Rui whispered, "I was also worried about this. I originally thought it was just a closed camp. I didn't expect that their slave business was so hot that they had formed a market. Now it's not impossible to move them. But it’s hard not to leak the news. Once the information is leaked, their other camps may change locations or temporarily evacuate. This will not only lead us to abandon our previous efforts, but may also cause the illegal uranium mine to alert."
Scarface whispered, "I just heard that they are planning to recruit guards. They should be responsible for escorting these slaves, or I will try, if I can get in, maybe I can find out their transportation routes. To find the uranium mine."
"They plan to recruit guards?" Lin Rui frowned, "When did it happen?"
"Just now, I saw several Tuareg-like people talking about this. Libya has always had the habit of looking for Tuaregs as mercenaries, and these people are generally used as mercenaries. The desert route acts as a bodyguard." Scarface said in a low voice. "We might as well try in the past. If they are willing to hire us as team guards, then everything will be easy."
"But they are looking for Tuareg, we are not Tuareg." Sergey frowned.
Lin Rui was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "Go and find the Scimitar. He is from Tuareg. Ask him to say hello to those mercenaries and tell them to look for work elsewhere. Let us have the work."
"Can this work? Although the Tuareg tribes are united, it is business after all." Crazy Horse frowned.
"It's okay. At present, the Tuareg Liberation Organization in Wiesel is very prestigious among the Tuaregs. As long as the Scimitar tells him that we are friends of Wiesel, they should sell face." Lin Lin Rui whispered, "If they really don't know each other and want to speak with their fists. Then give them a little bitterness, let them know who has the bigger fist, and let them get out of this village."
"I'm going to find a Scimitar. It would be best if this matter can be resolved normally. After all, our relationship with the Tuareg is pretty good." Crazy Horse nodded. He found the scimitar among the crowd and explained the situation to him in a low voice. Scimitar looked at Lin Rui and nodded, made a clear gesture, and turned to discuss the matter with the Tuareg mercenaries.