That night.

Lin Chengdong, Zhan Nan, Zhou Zheng and others took a plane and rushed to Baku, the main city in the fourth district.

After fifteen hours of long flight, Lin Chengdong and others got off the plane and walked out of the airport at around 10 a.m. the next day.

The urban characteristics of Baku are full of southern style, with white walls, white buildings, and pointed conical tower buildings, filling the streets.

The temperature here is five degrees higher than the average of the three major regions. It usually snows, but it is not as severe as the northern hemisphere, and the snow melts relatively faster. From this point of view, this place is more like the livable place at present.

But everything has its pros and cons. The economic conditions here were in a relatively backward stage before the first year, and various military conflicts also occurred frequently. Therefore, even though the current environment here is better, the overall development level is still lagging behind other regions.

On the streets, all kinds of homeless people selling medicines can be seen everywhere. Patrol soldiers from the city team were staggering together and gathering together to gamble without any concealment with those who were involved in the gray industry in the city.

The weapons and equipment of the soldiers here are so far inferior that many soldiers are carrying machetes on their backs. The military vehicles they use on duty are also the kind of old-fashioned goods that have been eliminated for several generations. The gun holes at the front of the car are shocking, and many places are patched with iron plates. In short, it looks like a group of bandits from anarchy organizations.

It is no exaggeration to say that during the time when He Dachuan, Meng Xi and others were on the mountain, the guns and weapons they used were several levels better than them. At least they could do it, each with a gun, but it was completely impossible here.

...

Although Lin Chengdong had never been to District 4 before, he was too lazy to pay attention to the customs and customs here. After they walked out of the airport, they immediately went to the roadside and wanted to find a place to exchange for foreign currency, but sadly found that there was only one such place and it was closed at noon.

However, Lin Chengdong was prepared before coming, so he did not wait there, but went to the market with the most crowded flow outside the airport.

The market environment was even more chaotic, and there were a large number of businessmen doing business outside the district. They were walking swaying on the central section of the road, with different clothes. Zhou Zheng glanced at the surrounding environment and said speechlessly: "Damn it, if I didn't say that this was District 4, I would have thought I had arrived in the Middle Ages."

On the stall on the left side of Lin Chengdong, there were more than 30 black girls kneeling, each of them being marked with a price tag and sold openly.

I think Qi Lin also did the business of buying a wife at the time, but that was done outside the district. No matter how chaotic the environment in District 9 was, it was impossible for someone to openly buy and sell the population in the city. This... this is too nonsense.

But no one cares about District 4, and no one thinks there is anything special about this.

Lin Chengdong loosened his neckline and looked at a row of dilapidated cars on the side of the road, then said, "Xiao Wu, they should be the ones who are working, you go over and talk."

"Okay." A young man nodded, walked towards the intersection and spoke English at a driver who was lying on his way. But the other party couldn't understand. Then he spoke Zulu again, but the other party still couldn't understand.

Xiao Wu had no choice but to walk forward and chat with another driver. The man could speak Dutch and both sides could communicate.

Xiao Wu is a backbone of the military intelligence department. He knows multiple languages ​​and has strong business capabilities, so Lin Chengdong asked him to come.

After the two sides had communicated for less than three minutes, Xiao Wu walked back and said, "Go to Moganbi, he doesn't want our Asian dollar, just Alliance coins or items."

Before Lin Chengdong came, he brought some alliance coins, so he nodded and replied: "How much is it?"

"five hundred."

"Damn it, he wants so much money for more than 400 kilometers of road?" Zhou Zheng whispered, "This is obviously a bully. You can't give so much. This place is messy, otherwise there will be trouble."

"Barrel with him." Lin Chengdong ordered Xiaowu.

The two sides communicated again and finally sold for 380 yuan. Then the driver drove a pickup truck that was not much better than the tractor and slowly drove outside the city.

Along the way, everyone passed by a large teahouse with Chinese plaques written on it, but because Lin Chengdong, Zhou Zheng, Zhan Nan and others were not here, they did not notice it.

...

While rushing to the road, Xiao Wu talked a lot with the driver, and everyone finally understood that there are at least 30 armed forces around the four zones, and the number-one armed forces are fighting in order to grab territory and people.

Only when someone has resources, produces food, and continues to survive, so the population battle here is very fierce.

It took more than 400 kilometers to drive, but the car drove for more than ten hours. It experienced several combat zones in the middle. The dead people on the roadside could be seen every distance, and they died one by one. All the bodies were frozen and no one cared about it.

There are also many mountain roads in South Africa. Before the first year of the year, many places were dense forests, so the road was very difficult to travel. When Zhou Zheng saw this scene, he could understand why the other party had such a high fare.

In the early morning, the group arrived at the destination Moganbi.

After getting off the car, Lin Chengdong moved his sore body and frowned and said to Xiaowu: "Ask him if he has a gun!"

Xiao Wu was not surprised, but just stepped forward and started talking to the driver again.

Lin Chengdong turned his head and looked at the town structure of Morganbi, and found that it was not smaller than Baku at all, and the military flags planted in many areas were different.

It's so strange here. Some towns in the area to be planned have surpassed those in the area. The reason for this is that there are many armed forces. They occupy the territory and naturally need to develop and grow. The resources in the area are limited, so it is impossible for all towns to develop and grow at the same point, so this situation naturally forms.

After Xiaowu talked with the driver for about three minutes, the latter pulled out a single-tube hunting Q from under the seat of the car and could only load six rounds of bullets.

This game should be obviously autonomous, and it is estimated that its power is similar to that of the fucked muskets N centuries ago, and whether it can be fired may depend on luck.

However, there is still a little difference between having this and not having this, so Lin Chengdong spent another 100 yuan to buy this thing.

The honest-looking driver glanced at everyone and was about to say goodbye and leave, but as soon as he turned around, Lin Chengdong smashed his temple with an elbow from behind.

"Bang bang!"

Zhou Zheng also suddenly took action, grabbed his hair, hit his temple with his knee several times, and then stopped moving when he saw that the latter had completely fainted.

"Lock him in the car and throw away the communication equipment. Tomorrow tomorrow, people will pass by here, and naturally someone will save him." Lin Chengdong ordered.

Xiao Wu did as he did.

Lin Chengdong can do nothing like this. It’s too messy here and there are all kinds of people. If the driver is malicious, it will be troublesome.

After everyone finished their work, they quickly left the scene and entered the town of Morganbi.

That night, Lin Chengdong did not contact Xu Wen's friend, but instead found a hotel with Chinese to stay. He contacted the other party at around 8 am the next morning.

"Hey? Is it Mr. Lin?"

"Yes, I'm in Morganbi. Give me the address and I'll go find you!"

...

Chongdu.

Qin Yu sat in the headquarters, lowered his head and sent a message. He was about to get up, but he saw that the "Richong" placed on the bookshelf had some dust.
Chapter completed!