An Feng kept his feet, and waved at the latter while walking: "Hi, hello fellow villager..."

Immediately afterwards, An Feng turned to Cui San and said hello in Korean, but said, "I met these two locals by chance on the street. If you have food or something on hand, you can give them some. Of course, if you still need locals to cover them, I can keep them for a while."

Cui San turned his face and nodded at the neighbor next door, then followed An Feng's words: "No problem, we need people who are familiar with the local environment, but... forget it, it doesn't matter that they have not been trained. We don't expect them to do anything anyway. Please, please, please."

Lavier and Samira couldn't understand the conversation, but Cui San made an invitation gesture, and they understood. The two women stood there and whispered for a while, Samira spoke directly: "Samaha, we... still won't go in. Here, it doesn't look like a medical office."

Several people next door were anxious to interrupt, An Feng waved his hand to stop the other party, smiled gently, and said to Lavier: "This is indeed not a medical office, but there are some simple medical equipment here that can be bandaged for you first. You know, I have to finish the work before I can go back when I go back. These people are the people I am looking for. When I finish the work here, I will take you back to the medical office."

The two women whispered and discussed again. The smuggler next door immediately came up and asked with a flattering smile: "My fellow villager, do you need help? You understand the local language and you must be better than us. It's better for us to work for you. We can endure hardships."

An Feng's eyes suddenly widened: "You, if you don't understand a single local dialect, you dare to break into this turbulent city?"

The smuggler smiled and explained: "Actually, it's not that I don't understand a single word. I've been in Dubai before and know a few local languages. There's no way out. It's hard to find a job at home and I don't make much money. Instead of enduring at home, it's better to go for a long journey. There's a way out."

An Feng glanced at the two Iraqi girls. Cui San saw An Feng's color and invited him in Arabic: "Come in, stand at the intersection to discuss something, we can't eat you again."

The two Iraqi girls hesitated for a moment, followed everyone into the yard with hesitation, and the three smugglers next door also smiled, not caring whether An Feng invited him or not, followed everyone into the yard. Cui San was not polite when he saw these people, and couldn't help frowning, but... for these people who were looking for wealth with their heads, they no longer cared whether others looked good or not. The instinct to survive was higher than anything else.

Fortunately, the mercenaries were very conscious and hid in the house without showing up, and Ravier and Samira didn't want to enter the house. So Cui San entered the house to move a stool, and everyone sat in the yard to start talking. An Feng first asked several smugglers... Oh, they were actually not considered smugglers, because there is no entry and exit inspection in Iraq now, and they are legal entrants.

"How did you come?"

"My fellow villager, I'm not afraid to tell you that we had an acquaintance in Baghdad. He was a journalist and had a relative relationship with us. We originally planned to go to join him and ask him to help with the placement, but last week, Baghdad suddenly started fighting. We couldn't find his whereabouts everywhere, and we couldn't contact our family. Later, we took a casual car and came to this city."

At this time, Cui San showed up with two stools under his armpits. An Feng took the stool from the other party... Because of this chaotic situation, the conversation was temporarily stopped. After An Feng treated Lavier's wound, Cui San had already moved out seven or eight stools, and everyone had to sit down. Cui San brought another table and put some food for everyone to enjoy... Of course, it was mainly for Lavier and Samira to enjoy, while the others politely refused.

During this period, people kept flashing in the windows of the house, but no one in the yard paid attention. The two girls were busy dining, whispering to comment on the high-end foreign food appearing on the table, while the smugglers were busy telling their difficulties.

"...It is difficult to connect the international distance now. The city is messy. We have no news at all. After a few days of traveling around, we finally met a local man. We asked him for his blessing. We came to this city with him.

...In fact, it’s nothing if you don’t understand local dialect. Many seniors who come out can still make a fortune by not understanding foreign languages. We also heard from seniors that there are Chinatowns all over the world, and there is no need to understand foreign languages. Many elderly people in Chinatown do not learn the local language until they die, right?

...Now is probably the most difficult time. After this period, there will be bread, potatoes and beef. Among the four of us, some are welcoming electric welding and some are good at chefs. If it really doesn't work, we still have some strength to keep going. Construction sites and small restaurants can all be used. Even if we can't find a job for the time being, we can still pick up wine bottles and garbage. I heard that there are very few people working like this, which is quite profitable. We don't need to understand foreign languages.

Just before us, we really had no choice. It was very messy outside. The Iraqi people who brought us had not shown up for several days. We don’t know how to find him or are he still alive? Now we don’t even know where to pick up garbage when we go out to pick it up. So, we want to ask fellow villagers to help us overcome this difficulty. As long as we help us overcome this difficulty, our lives will be yours in the future."

Samira finally found a gap and quickly interrupted: "Samaha, what are you talking about? We can't understand what you said."

"Reconstruction after the war," An Feng immediately replied with a smile: "I bought a piece of land in Baghdad and prepared to build a supermarket. I need to recruit some workers who are not affected by the war. What do you think of these people?"

The two girls' eyes lit up.

Nowadays, An Feng looks completely different from Iraqi people. The two girls were willing to follow An Feng, one because they had nothing else important to them, and on the other hand, because Iraqis are now looking for a way out, and every well-dressed foreigner means a job opportunity. They don’t want to miss any opportunity, but their vigilance has never been let go... Now, they are finally relieved.

Because An Feng gave them the most reasonable explanation - An Feng came here to find people, and they were looking for this group of Chinese workers. They were indeed the only group in the war that was not affected by the war.

"My dad..." Lavier hurriedly interrupted. She tried her best to recommend her father, claiming that her father could help An Feng deal with the locals. Samira tentatively wanted to confirm whether An Feng could get medical supplies - her relatives were sick and were looking for medical treatment everywhere.

"This little thing is fine... Please wait a moment and let me deal with the matter at hand." An Feng agreed and waited until the two girls were satisfied and stopped talking. An Feng turned to the group of smugglers.

"I have to admire your courage. You dare to break out when you are ignorant..."

The elderly smuggler who had been talking to An Feng gently interjected: "Is there thousands of Chinese people coming to Iraq recently? Are they all legal? ... I know a guy who made a fortune by selling bicycles. He doesn't understand Iraqi language, but now he has money, so he can hire a local translator.

Wealth and honor are in danger. What are you afraid of? As long as you don’t go to a crowded place, it doesn’t matter if you are messed up outside... Boss, don’t worry, we won’t cause trouble for you. We just ask you to help us for your sake in the face of our compatriots.”

An Feng turned around and asked Cui San in Korean: "Do you understand what we say?"

Cui San shook his head honestly: "I don't understand very much. I understand the Asian languages ​​and English in the four countries, but the accent he said was very heavy, so I could only listen to it roughly."

"There is a business..." An Feng explained Sarif's work: "This person is known to many Iraqis, and he cannot show up. To transport him 'cargo, you must find some strangers, some strangers who do not communicate with the locals at all, and this group of people is just right."

Cui San thought about it and echoed: "It's true, they're so suitable."

"Then hire them, they won't go out on the streets, they won't communicate with locals, and as long as they have money, they won't be afraid of poor food or bad living environment... This is a group of hired workers who will never reveal our secrets."

Cui San attached a sentence: "And live next door to us."

"By the way, why did you live here and just happen to live with them?"

Cui San smiled: "This was once the Faluja Expatriate Area. As soon as the war broke out, many expatriates fled, so there were many empty houses, but few locals... This residence was arranged by Mr. Andrew, and he asked us to wait for you here."

Cui San added lightly: "The expatriates here originally served the 'dream paradise, so there are not many temples in this area, so it is very safe."

"Then..." An Feng glanced at the smuggler and continued, "You can arrange their business. There is an address here. You can calculate the value of the goods in the warehouse tonight. Don't be too harsh. As long as the value is right, start shipping the goods."

"Andrew said..." Cui San pondered.

"Don't worry about Andrew, we don't make hot money. Smuggling 'cargo and leaving the country is just a little illegal, but robbing hot money and robbing those highly anticipated funds will kill people and many people."

"Okay, let's start a business, let's give it to Sarif." Cui San agreed, then turned around and discussed employment and salary issues with the smuggler... An Feng didn't want to participate in these matters, so he nodded and said goodbye to the other party, then got up and walked out of the yard with the two girls.

As soon as he walked out of the yard, An Feng's mind suddenly buzzed, and a picture from a distance suddenly hit his mind: Sarif had a mustache on his face and sunglasses. On a hot day, he also wore a small top hat with a short brim. Accompanied by six bodyguards, he hurried into a nearby house with his head down.

This is the first time that An Feng felt super vision during the day.

In the past, An Feng suddenly had the ability to supervise, and could only feel the direction but not the specific position. This time his supervise ability can accurately judge that Sarif appeared in the house, and he could even feel Sarif's heartbeat.

This feeling had not dissipated for a long time. An Feng's heart moved. He tried to push and look at the feeling. His eyes followed Sarif into the house. He saw the person inside: a middle-aged woman with big eyes, bright eyes and intellectual appearance, with her arms around a man and a woman and two children, and smiled and faced Sarif who was walking in. Her lips were squirming, as if she was saying welcome words... But An Feng could clearly feel Sarif's heartbeat, but he could not hear the other person's voice.

An Feng's eyes continued to move: there were a few people in the rest of the room, an elderly woman and four or five strong men. They were each busy, busy cooking, and busy cleaning the house. An Feng's eyes moved to the kitchen chopping board, and he could see the canned food on the chopping board, and he could even see the trademark on it.

An Feng tried to slowly exit the room to let his supervisual feeling disappear, and then talked to the woman beside him as if nothing had happened. While speaking, he tried to feel the supervisual ability again. He could actually control the supervisual feeling. He could make the supervisual feeling appear as he pleased, and then let it disappear without hesitation. The two women next to him did not notice any abnormality at all. They were busy selling An Feng's parents and other family members.

An Feng's super-vision feeling moved to the nearby house. He saw several people sighing around the table, as if he was sighing about the difficulties of life. Suddenly, he remembered the group of smugglers. While many Iraqis thought life was hopeless, the group of smugglers broke into this turbulent city. Their expectations for the future were very beautiful and they were full of hope.

Instead of sitting at home and lamenting, it is actually better to make a breakthrough. As long as you have the courage, life will repay you. For many years, for centuries, Chinese people have been traveling all over the world with this hope. Some of them eventually succeeded, but some struggled at the bottom of their lives. But they may have created a new world for their children - such as Gary Locke, whose grandfather was a smuggler at the beginning.

Don’t bully the young man and don’t lose his ambitions.

Thinking of this, An Feng felt relieved. He helped several village parties today. Perhaps among them, there would be the governor's grandfather, and perhaps the president's father. Who can be sure?

It turns out that the feeling of helping people is so beautiful.

Before they knew it, the three of them had already walked to a river-line villa in the southern district of Faluja, next to... the dual-purpose railway and highway bridge next to it was the Faluja iron bridge where the Faluja militants hung Blackwater Company mercenaries and abused the corpse a year later. After that, the bridge was called the Blackwater Bridge all over the world. But in fact, the four Blackwater Company mercenaries killed by Iraqi militants were guards who escorted food. The food transported from Kuwait was distributed to local Iraqi people. As a result, the Iraqis took away the food and killed the people who gave them food and abused the body.

An Feng stepped forward and rang the doorbell. He stood at the door and turned around to observe the Fallujah Iron Bridge. Of course, he also looked at the nearby villa in Linhe. After the bloody battle of Fallujah, this was a key war zone. The firefight between the two sides flattened all the houses, so this wealthy building complex in Meilun and Meiyang will become a ruin next year.

The door opened the door, Us, an Iraqi man. He was once the custodian of the party dues funds and the private bodyguard of the old Iraqi man. Relying on An Feng's introduction, he went to the Baghdad police system for a while and felt that it was better to give An Feng more money to Yu Yu. So An Feng tried it and left his job and came to Faluge.

Seeing that the Iraqi people opened the door, the two girls felt much more relieved. They followed An Feng to the yard and were immediately shocked.

Six men in black stood in the yard with guns and live ammunition. In the hot and hot Iraq, they were still wrapped in black, and even their eyes were covered with sunglasses - in fact, they were tactical glasses.

At this time, An Feng was using his supervisual feeling to observe the movements around him. In the surrounding houses, the residents were busy in groups of three or three, some were doing housework, and some were... fiddling with the belt - suicide bomb belt.

An Feng's pupils shrank slightly and immediately returned to normal.

This is nothing. Now that the new regime has just been established, various factions are busy showing their strength. Their main goal is their compatriots. When the spoils are divided, the losers in the spoils will turn their resentment... to give them foodies. At that time, An Feng had already left Iraq and he was in charge of others' death.

Lavier and Samira shrank into a ball, An Feng pulled each other's sleeves, greeted each other into the house, and comforted with a smile: "I'm afraid, my own people. You know, who doesn't have weapons in Fallujah now? How can a businessman like me not bring a bodyguard when he goes out?"

Lavier relaxed, she smiled and asked, "Are they all dressed in black? Are they from the Blackwater Security Company?"

"No, they are the Sanye Jungle, the security company, and the strong competitors of the Blackwater Company. The size of the garrison is the same as that of the Blackwater Company..." An Feng turned around and closed the door carefully, turned his face and asked with a smile: "How do you know about the Blackwater Company? Ah, most civilians can't tell the difference between soldiers and mercenaries. You know very clearly."

The two women didn't know how serious An Feng's question was. They followed An Feng into the luxurious villa with a smile. When they sat on the sofa and looked at the surrounding arrangements, Lavier replied: "This is what the Governor General told us. Paul Bremer, the Iraqi Governor of the American, issued a decree not long ago saying that foreign military contractors in Iraq do not have to bear legal responsibility."

"therefore……?"

"So, not long ago, a team of men in black in Fallujah forced the American patrol soldiers to disarm. Haha, this is a rare entertainment for us, but I watched. They fought with their own people, and I really hope it would be more lively.

It is said that mercenaries also shot US checkpoints in Baghdad. We know the difference between men in black and soldiers from these farces... Oh, I heard that many mercenaries also wear military uniforms. Then we don’t know the difference, but in Fallujah, they are all mercenaries in Blackwater Company, so we know that."

An Feng's eyes turned... Well, he was not so lucky. He just picked up someone to cover and found the hardcore militants, and he was a senior executive.

This may be a coincidence, and perhaps the existence of mercenaries is a fact that everyone in Iraq knows.

An Feng turned to Us and asked, "Are the transport vehicle ready? We will transport a batch of goods tonight."

Us grinned: "There is no problem with the vehicle, but...you know, the situation has suddenly become tense recently. Americans have started to set up checkpoints on the road. I have experienced a few body searches on the way..."
Chapter completed!