In the militant camp deep in the Sahara Desert, the militant leader who had interrogated Crystal before now communicates with several other militants. "How many people have we arrested so far?"

"Counting last night, it should be 37 people." Another militant replied.

"Not enough. The above asked us to make up 100 people by the end of the month." The militant leader shook his head.

"But we have already arrested a lot. During the recent period, Morocco has stepped up its guard. Moreover, due to the fierce fighting, embassies of various countries have begun to evacuate overseas Chinese. Under these circumstances, it is very difficult to arrest foreigners. They have been on guard for our last action, and we have lost a dozen brothers." The militant said worriedly.

The leader of the militants paced back and forth a little irritably, "Do you think I don't know about this situation? But the people above won't think about it so much for us. At present, they pay the money and let us do things. If things don't go well, , Those people are not easy to deal with. I heard that even the Jihadist League is helping them now, let alone our small guerrillas?

Let me tell you the truth, don't let them pay to help us now. Then if we dissatisfied them anywhere, they can eradicate us anytime, anywhere. These people are not easy to provoke, and even terrorists listen to them. "

"But I don't understand. They let us kidnap foreigners and demand ransom. They don't want anything. Why are they?" a militant said strangely, "They gave us money and weapons, but they didn't want any compensation. , We kidnap foreigners, and they don’t want to share the ransom. Why on earth is this? Are these people fed up?"

"You know what a shit! The more it is, the more it means that the purpose of these people is not money. They don't care about money, God knows what they care about. The more such people are, the harder it is to provoke." The militant leader shook his head. Have all the hostages arrested have been interrogated?"

"Basically all of them have been interrogated, and we got their identities and family information. Except for the woman, the one who claims to be an arms dealer, I don't know where it came from." The militant replied.

"Then leave the woman alone, let the brethren hurry up. We will go out again tonight. There is news that there are several buses filled with Spanish nationals who are about to evacuate. Let's go and hijack the car. Bring people back, even if it is a business relationship. Anyway, as mentioned above, all the ransoms are handled by ourselves. Anyway, this is also a windfall." The militant leader whispered.

"Okay, I'll let the brethren prepare." The militant nodded and followed the other group of people.

In the single cell, Crystal is resting against the wall. The chaotic movement outside made her instantly alert, and she immediately leaned near the small window to look out. Some militants outside are preparing vehicles and weapons. This place is very simple and the vehicles are basically parked in the open.

And some vehicles are under inspection, so the beating and beating is very dynamic. Crystal's first thought was that these militants might have to move. But then she overturned the idea.

Because if these militants want to transfer some of the supplies in the camp, they will try to load the car. But from now on, they have no idea of ​​shipping supplies. This shows that they are not going to transfer on a large scale, they are likely to have other actions.

Crystal estimated that if these militants had other actions, according to these vehicles and personnel, the personnel in this camp would be transferred at least half of them.

This moved her heart slightly. The enemy should be carrying out a large-scale operation today, and only a small number of people will be left behind in the camp. This may be a rare opportunity for myself.

Crystal thought of this, and immediately returned to the corner to pretend to sleep. Both ears kept listening, the sound outside. Since she had been engaged in arms trading with Aladdin since she was a child, Crystal was proficient in multiple languages, and she understood that the militants outside were speaking the local Berber language.

She pressed her ears to the wall and faintly heard them talking outside. The conversations of these militants once again confirmed her judgment. These militants have taken action tonight. This shows that there will not be too many people left behind in the camp. But if you want to escape, it is still not easy.

Crystal sat down, thought about it again, and had a preliminary idea in his mind. The opportunity is rare, she must seize this opportunity to try.

In the evening, the starting car of the vehicle's engine came from the militant camp. Their convoy had already started, and Crystal secretly watched the convoy outside from the small window, secretly thanking that his judgment was not wrong. Judging from the number of the opponent's convoy, most of these militants have already left.

There will be no more than fifty people left in this camp. And scattered everywhere, there are fewer people here. There is still half an hour. After half an hour, it should be time for the guards to patrol. During this time, the cell guard will inspect each cell.

It is not that they are worried that these hostages will run away, but that they cannot bear the pressure and will commit suicide in the cell. The goal of these militants is the ransom, and they do not want the hostages to die before they receive the ransom. So they will patrol every few hours.

Half an hour later, two armed guards walked to the door of several cells and checked them one by one. Their appearance caused the hostages to panic. All kinds of exclamations and sobbings were accompanied by the shouts of armed guards.

When the two guards came to the single cell where the crystal was held, they saw the crystal lying motionless on the ground, and there was no response to letting them curse. The two guards looked at each other, "This chick won't die, right?"

"It's a pity, I haven't received the ransom yet, and the old man is very upset when she is dead. In addition, she looks pretty good." Another guard shook his head.

"Don't talk nonsense, go in and take a look. It's just a half-dead woman, nothing to worry about. Maybe she's still alive." The guard was a little annoyed. After all, the hostages were under their guard, and the boss of the militants would definitely lose their temper at them.

"Why didn't you go in yourself?" The other guard muttered, but still took out the key and opened the door of the cell, went in, and checked the female body lying on the ground.