I Really Didn’t Want To Make A Lot Of Money

Chapter 307

Chapter 307: Secret Prison

“Mr. Chen, please don’t touch me.” Mousal grinned, and there was a bad breath mixed with fishy smell from the deep tooth cavity.

Chen Ling couldn’t help but shrink back, not knowing why.

Suddenly, Moussal’s head banged on the table, and his whole body was shaking like chaff. The oil lamp on the table jumped with the table top, and it fell to the ground, making the room completely dark.

“Mr. Chen!” François, who was waiting outside, found out.

“It’s okay,” Chen Ling said, “Bring in the lighting equipment.”

François walked into the room with a tactical flashlight in his hand, and at a glance he saw Moussal who was still seizure, and Chen Ling, who was sitting and watching, asked a smell of grease in his nose.

“What’s the matter with him?” Francois asked.

“Poli.” Chen Ling said. This should be the Polly ceremony explained by Arnold. Elder Mahamat started this ritual, and now Musar is completing it.

This is a Poli who used fish bones to cross Lake Chad. It looks very powerful, but I don’t know what it does.

François was worried that Moussard would bite his tongue and said, “Should I gag my mouth?”

“No, he said don’t disturb him. Just watch.” Chen Ling didn’t know, so he had to do exactly what Mousal said.

François sniffed and said, “This is the oil lamp falling on the ground… Isn’t it part of the Polly ceremony?”

“Eh?” Chen Ling didn’t know how to answer. He was taken aback for a while and said, “Let’s put the wait out.”

The room was dark again, and nothing was seen, only the sound of a dying fish struggling, click, click. Maybe in order to protect the image of an adult, so this ritual must be carried out in the dark?

Chen Ling gradually got used to the darkness, vaguely seeing Musar’s trembling gradually slow down, and finally came down.

“Hey, how can it be turned off?” Mussel said, sniffing, “Ah, the oil lamp is down? It’s a pity, the oil just added.”

François turned on the tactical flashlight again and saw Chen Ling sitting there blankly, squinting.

Moussal bent down to find the oil lamp and looked inside with the light of the tactical flashlight.

“Fortunately, fortunately, there is half of the oil.” Mousal said joyfully.

Chen Ling took the tactical flashlight from François and handed it to Moussal, “This is for you.”

Musar took it, shook it a few times, and said, “This thing is really good.”

However, he handed the things back to Chen Ling and touched Chen Ling’s head smoothly. Chen Ling was caught off guard and didn’t avoid it.

“Mr. Chen, thank you for sending a fish, it tastes really good, I even ate the bones.” Mousal said, standing up, “It’s getting late, I have to rest.”

What does this mean to see off guests? François felt baffled. The rescue team crossed Lake Chad overnight in full gear, just to give this old ghost fish bones to chew on? ?

Chen Ling stayed for a while, then stood up, and said, “Thank you!” He turned and went out.

Francois quickly followed.

He stepped out of the door, and Musser closed it.

François was about to complain, and Chen Ling said: “The hostages are in Gangpolu. We walk one kilometer forward, there is a highway, and there is a car to take us to Gangpolu, overnight.”

Chen Ling left after speaking. François hurriedly followed up and asked, “Mr. Chen, do you know everything?”

“Musal told me everything.” Chen Ling said.

“He didn’t say anything!”

Chen Ling smiled and said: “We are called to send fish bones across the lake tonight, and we will spread the message. Although these priests and elders are scumbags, some methods are quite interesting.”

Just now, after Musar recovered from the epileptic state, he touched Chen Ling’s head, and Chen Ling’s mind instantly added some information. It was clear where the hostages were, where they were held, who was taking care of them, how to go, etc.

Chen Ling reckons that this Boko Haram is notorious, and Mahamat and Mousal are unwilling to offend the organization openly. They can only use this method to transmit information without leaving any evidence, especially Moussa. Well, I didn’t even dare to ask for a tactical flashlight.

A few minutes later, the rescue team reached the highway and a truck stopped by the side of the road.

It was Arnold’s men who went over to say hello.

“You are finally here!” a loud voice said, “I will find someone to sleep if I don’t come again. Get in the car and get in the car…”

The rescue team surrounded it, and the loud voice turned into a small voice: “Brothers, please get in the car, we have to feel just like Bolu before dawn…Foreign brothers shouldn’t sit in the cab, it’s easy to call in for inspection.”

It made a lot of sense. Several foreign brothers honestly climbed into the truck body, and a black team member sat in the cab and hid his weapon.

“Well, brothers, rest assured to sleep, I will call you when I get to Bolu.”

…

Sitting in a bumpy truck, it is impossible to sleep. It feels like the time is very long.

It is also impossible to keep the body clean. In the dark night, you can’t see the dust, but you can feel the smell of dust in the car bucket. Slowly, you can rub the mud the size of rice grains on your face, and there are large pieces of nose in your nostrils…

I don’t know how long it took before the truck finally stopped. A ray of light appeared on the horizon, Chen Ling opened his eyes slightly, and saw a group of terracotta warriors and horses sitting inside the truck bucket.

Very good, the rescue team has a localized protection color.

The truck driver looked tired, carefully showing his head, and said to a group of terracotta warriors: “Brothers, just Bolu has arrived.”

Chen Ling looked through the dawn, the car stopped by the dirt road, surrounded by a wasteland, and there were bushes in the distance.

The driver pointed in one direction, “Over there, it’s a minute’s walk.”

One minute? There is nothing but bushes.

Chen Ling nodded, the place was right.

He took the lead in jumping out of the car, jumping on the spot, shaking off the dust on his body, taking out a water bottle to rinse his mouth, and washing his nostrils.

After everyone got out of the car, the driver turned the front of the car and left.

Everyone in the rescue team looked at Chen Ling.

Chen Ling thought for a while, and said: “I will introduce the situation, and then Francois will be in charge of the command.” After that, Chen Ling drew a picture on the ground to introduce the situation.

According to the information given by Moussar, walk about one kilometer and cross the Cameroon-Nigerian border. There is a small village with only a few households, but it is a secret prison in Boko Haram. The hostages were kept in this prison.

The small village is flat, with watchtowers on all four corners; the hostages’ houses and the terrorist’s accommodation are randomly arranged, and a tower in the middle controls the whole village.

Usually there are more than 20 terrorists in the village. This time because of the many hostages being held, there are more than a dozen terrorists temporarily, and there are bazookas.

The reason why Mousal knows so clearly is because Boko Haram has always had his informants, and the two sides are mutually beneficial. Cooperate with whoever has the greatest power on the ground. This is a way of survival for the tribes of Lake Chad. Today, Boko Haram is more influential than the government. In order to survive, the tribes have inextricably linked with Boko Haram.

Moussal also told Chen Ling that although this is a secret prison, many forces actually know its existence, but it does not exist on official documents.

As for why, Mousal did not explain.

After introducing the situation, Chen Ling stepped aside. The system didn’t start, Chen Ling was a layman, so he took the initiative to hand over his command.

François, Bill, Arnold and others were discussing tactics and quickly settled on a plan.

It is about to dawn, and the terrorists on duty are the sleepiest. The sleeping terrorists have not yet got up, and seize this opportunity to make a surprise attack. The two snipers of the rescue team took advantage of the position to suppress the tower; the four team members respectively touched out the terrorists in the watchtower; Arnold and Bill led people to assault from the front to attract firepower; François led people from behind to quietly Enter, search those houses, and rescue the hostages.

Moderate tactics depend on suddenness.

François told Chen Ling the plan again, and Chen Ling nodded: “Go!”