Xu Jianjun was taken aback, looked at them carefully, and said in a low voice, "You, are you mercenaries?"

"Almost. I'll tell you the truth. This group of militants have **** a few people. We have to try to save people." Lin Rui said, putting out a stack of money on Xu Jianjun's stall. "It's not easy to go out to discuss life. Take the money. If you don’t collect it, you have to accept it. Don’t reject me. I only want Kobwa’s location and the place where he might hold the hostages!"

Xu Jianjun looked at no one around, pushed the banknote back to Lin Rui, and said in a low voice, "Listen, my brother, I'm just a small person who eats food, but Kobois is a ruthless character, and I don't want to cause trouble to my upper body. Then, You are dead, I have to continue living."

Lin Rui held down his hand, "Think about it clearly, the few people who were kidnapped are also Chinese, and they are all migrant workers like you. Aren't you bragging about patriotic passion just now. Now I I don’t want you to work with us, I just want you to provide some information."

Xu Jianjun's face was a little nervous and said, "I really don't know much about Kobois. But I know someone might know better."

"Who?" Lin Rui looked at him.

"A local arms dealer, it is said that he has a connection with Kobwa. But this person is very powerful here, and he has made friends with upper-class people and local warlords. You can't afford it." Xu Jianjun whispered. .

"His name." Lin Rui said calmly.

"He is from Burundi, and his name is Maskjld. He has been engaged in the arms trade in the Democratic Republic of Congo for some time. There is a place called Bhuka on the banks of Lake Albert, which borders the Democratic Republic of Congo. Maskjold’s lair. Almost 60% of the warlords in these two countries buy arms from him. His guard has hundreds of people, almost a private army." Xu Jianjun whispered.

"This person knows about Cobwa?" Lin Rui frowned.

"He goes to Kobwa's camp every other month. He knows it well." Xu Jianjun said in a low voice, "I also interacted with him when I was mixing with the original black buddies. I really know the rest. I no longer know."

Lin Rui nodded and pushed the banknotes to him, "Stop doing business, change a place to avoid the storm. After ten and a half months, it will be fine."

Then he stood up and turned to Jiangan Road, "Contact Cobain, I want information about this arms dealer. We have to go to Bhuka."

Jiang An nodded, turned and said, "Time is running out, we'd better leave now."

After a few hours' drive, they came to the small fishing village on Lake Albert. This lake is located on the border between Congo Kinshasa and Uganda in eastern Central Africa. It is the northernmost lake in the East African Rift Valley.

The European Baker first arrived at this lake in 1864. At that time he was looking for the birthplace of the Nile, so he named it after Queen Victoria. In 1876, the Italian military explorer Gesi once circled the lake. Stanley and Mohamed Emin Pasha built a castle on the shore of the lake. After many years, nothing but a human being has long since become a small local fishing village.

When Lin Rui and others drove over, they were immediately stopped by a group of armed men. "Who are you looking for?"

"Heidao Military Company. I'm looking for your boss." Lin Rui nodded.

In recent years, the Black Island military company has gained a reputation in Africa, and the black man who is in the lead should have heard of it. But he was still alert and authentic, "What can I do with him?"

"Business." Lin Rui said slowly, "In addition, if you point at me with that burning fire stick again, I will let you lie down in that stinking ditch." He got out of the car and walked over there step by step. In front of the black man. The tall black man finally put down his gun and let people go in and inform the boss Maskjold.

Soon someone came out and said a few words to the black man. The black man shook his head and said, "The boss does not want to see you, he is not interested in your business."

"I'm sure he met us. The only difference is how he met me, sitting or kneeling." Lin Rui stood motionless at the door.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't you hear the boss say that you don't want to see you?" The tall black man took a step forward, pointed his gun at Lin Rui and shouted, "Get off now."

Lin Rui didn't even look at him, stretched out his hand and buckled, and removed the ak47 magazine from the black man. Then he took a backhand with the magazine and knocked the black man to the ground. Before he could get up, he immediately took a kick and kicked him into the stinky ditch beside him.

Before the other black man had time to raise his gun and fire, Lin Rui flew into his face with a magazine full of thirty rounds in his hand. The black man let go and hugged his face and squatted on the ground in pain. Lin Rui caught up and kicked the black bodyguard into the smelly puddle on the side of the road.

Looking at the person who had just come out to inform, Lin Rui shrugged and said, "Tell Maskjld, either he will come out to welcome me in. Or I will go in and take him out. He chooses what I want."

The bodyguard looked at the people in the three cars behind Lin Rui, and ran in without looking back.

A few minutes later, a black man with gold teeth and a cigar in his mouth came out. He stretched out his hand and said, "I'm sorry, the people under me are not reliable. So, what do you need?"

Lin Rui didn't shake hands with him, just looked at him and said, "Are you Maskjold?"

"Yes, exactly." Maskjold smiled. "No matter what you need here, you can come to me. As long as the price is right."

"Yes, the price is right." Lin Rui took out a coin from his pocket and threw it to Maskjold. "I will pay a dollar to buy news about Kobwa."

Maskjold frowned. "This is not very good. I am an arms dealer. This is true, but I am not an intelligence dealer. I can sell weapons to make money, but I will never sell customer information. This is the bottom line of my career."

"My life is gone, what kind of bottom line do I need?" Lin Rui looked at him.

Maskjold's face changed suddenly, "Are you threatening me?"

"Yes, and it is a very direct threat to you." Lin Rui picked up the gun from the ground and looked at it. "You are an arms dealer, but you don't make weapons yourself, which means you are just a second-hand dealer. You made the wrong choice in this matter, and I will let your business end here. This is only the gentlest way. If it is a little bit fierce, I will kill you."

Maskjold sneered, "Just a dozen of you?"

"War is not more than people and fewer people. I know you have hundreds of nursing homes, but even if you come to a few hundred, it won't change the end of your headshot." Lin Rui smiled slightly.