Chapter 3387: Catch the thief

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. "Moreover, this is the most chaotic area on the border between northern Niger and Libya. There are still extreme terrorists in the town. The secret society should They will avoid their sphere of influence to avoid being affected by anti-terrorism operations. So I concluded that their uranium mines will not be too close here."
"So we still have plenty of time to keep up with those slave traders." Lin Rui nodded. "Sergey, you go get the car, we will set off right away and follow the satellite signal. But don't get too close, lest they notice it. We must follow them but keep out of their sight."
Sergey shook his head, "Why is it me again?"
"Because only you can pry the car door and steal a car in a few seconds." Crazy Horse smiled slightly, "No one of us can do it faster than you. This kind of thing, you Who will not go?"
Sergey was a little bit complacent now, "That's natural. Wait, I'll get the car now."
"He is saying you are a thief. Forget it, you go quickly." Lin Rui shook his head helplessly. Sergey went out to get a car, and Lin Rui and others were preparing to set off at the small hotel in the town. I waited for ten minutes and didn't see Sergey coming back. Lin Rui was a little alert, "Isn't it a problem? Let's go out and have a look."
A few of them hurriedly rushed outside from the small hotel, only to find that Sergey was being pressed to the ground by a group of people, yelling. All the people in this group are wearing camouflage uniforms and their heads are covered with black turbans. Judging from their appearance, they should be militants of the Jihadist Alliance.
"What's the matter?" Lin Rui frowned.
"This man was stealing a jihadist car and was caught on the spot. The man also killed both of them and killed them with a knife. These jihadists said they wanted to take him to the market to behead the public." A black man Soundtrack.
"Damn, this idiot." Lin Rui cursed secretly. He just let Sergey steal a car. He didn't expect this Russian to steal the cars of armed terrorists in broad daylight.
"Boss, what should I do?" Crazy Horse looked at him.
"What else can I do? Save people! Do you really watch him beheaded by terrorists to show the public?! I'll go first, you guys act by chance." Lin Rui shook his head. He separated the crowd and walked over, "Hey, what are you doing?"
Several extremists turned around and looked at Lin Rui. Several weapons immediately aimed at him. "Who are you?" a militant in a black turban turned and asked.
"I heard that you caught a thief? It just so happened that we also lost something today, 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, "Can I search his body? 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 found out a stack of banknotes and a small silver flask. In fact, these banknotes were paid by the slave traders before. And that hip flask was the small hip flask that Sergey had always kept.
"Damn you, don't touch Lao Tzu's things." Sergey stomped and snarled.
"Is this your belongings?" The militant looked at Lin Rui, "but I can't give it to you now. This thief killed two of us just now. His belongings are considered compensation for us. You have Any comments?"
"I don't have any comments, but I just want to punch him to relieve his qi." Lin Rui rolled up his sleeves and walked over.
The militant sneered, "I don't have any problem with this. I don't mind this thief. Give him a bit more pain before beheading him."
Lin Rui strode over and kicked out against Sergei's chest. He has great leg strength, but he is not kicking, but kicking. Now Sergey is being dragged by two armed men, and if he really wants to kick him up, it will be like a wooden stake hitting his chest, and one kick can knock his entire breastbone down. But pedaling is different, which is equivalent to stepping on Sergey's body hard. Sergey suffered no injuries, but kicked him out of the hands of the two militants.
The two militants took Sergei's hand, and because of this kick, they immediately let go. Lin Rui didn't say much, a hand knife in his left hand hit the militant's throat with a heavy blow, and then wrapped his neck. The other hand passed through his armpit to grab the weapon he hung on his chest and fired directly. .
"DaDaDa!" Lin Rui carried the AK47 and swept across the area, while Sergey over there turned over, grabbed the grenade hung on his body by a militant, and threw it into the rushing crowd. Fragments of the "Boom" grenade were scattered, and the extremist militants who had gathered just now were caught off guard.
Crazy Horse and Sausage, with Scarface, took no time to cover up, and fired a burst of fire to cover Lin Rui and the others. Sergey even scrambled and jumped onto the armed pickup truck on the side of the road. It was already a while, and the Russian didn't forget to retrieve his hip flask. "Go and start the car!" Lin Rui shot at the militants while retreating to a corner of the wall as a shelter.
Sergey lowered his head to avoid the bullet while pulling out the circuit. He quickly caught fire. He drove the car and rushed out. The accelerating car suddenly stopped and turned. The car flicked its tail. The militants hit and flew out. "All come up!" Sergey shouted.
Lin Rui quickly withdrew to the side of the car, grabbing the frame with one hand and firing frequently with the gun in the other. Crazy Horse and the others also rushed over from the other side and turned over the carriage. Armed with pickups above them, the firepower is fierce. Machine guns are mounted behind the armed pickup trucks of these terrorists. 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 solemnly. Sergey drove out of the crowd and went all the way, still thinking of the gunfire behind him. The terrorists wanted to chase, but they didn't chase. Because Scarface was very sinister, he shot through the tires of those cars with a gun. The tires are flat, and they chase a fart, and if they find a car and chase them, the group of people in front should have run out of sight long ago. A few armed terrorists were so angry that they almost vomited blood. They thought they had caught a thief, but they didn't expect that these people were robbers.
It should be said that it was the monsters. In just a few minutes, they caused more than 20 casualties to these terrorists, and Sergey's grenade alone knocked down seven or eight.