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Chapter 3833 Coercion and inducement

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    A day later, Peregrine contacted the smuggler responsible for smuggling through a familiar mercenary and arranged for the group to meet with the smuggler.

    The meeting place was scheduled to be at a nearby restaurant. It was still some time before the meeting time, so Lin Rui and others arrived there in advance.

    The reason why we arrived early was for safety reasons.  Lin Rui and others checked the surrounding area in advance and made sure there were no problems before entering the restaurant.  Sit down at a designated table.  Patiently waiting for the smuggler who organized the smuggler to arrive.

    "I really didn't expect that we actually need a smuggler to provide information." Sausage shook his head, "You know, I hate this kind of people the most. Some of them are even human traffickers."

    "Relax, we are in North Africa now. You also know that the Arabs in North Africa were the earliest slave traders in history. The first slave traders in human history to organize large-scale trafficking of African slaves were Arabs and Persians  .

    They have been involved in this dirty trade since the 1st century AD, much earlier than the West.

    The first step in black slave production - ransacking black villages to capture slaves, was mostly done by Arab camel teams. When Europeans were involved in the black slave trade, they sold the spoils to slave traders from Europe, which became the  The largest middleman.

    According to statistics, during the Arab Empire, the Arabs captured almost 13 million black slaves from Africa, and later the Arabs sold about 10 million black slaves to Europeans.

    Although the large-scale slave trade is gone, the smuggling business has increased.  Therefore, smuggling smugglers like them are not uncommon in Libya.  "Yelena shook her head and sneered.

    "This is reality, and it can slowly change over time." Peregrine Falcon shook his head, glanced outside the restaurant, and said in a low voice, "He's here."

    Sure enough, an Arab came in.  He walked over to their table and shook hands with Peregrine Falcon.

    After Peregrine introduced them to the Arab, they began to talk about this topic.

    "Jihadi organization?" The Arab said in surprise, "No, no, no, I have no contact with them, I am just a businessman providing transportation services.

    I don¡¯t care what my clients do, I just do business.  "

    "But I heard that you know Ackerman?" Peregrine Falcon looked at him and said, "We are looking for this Ackerman."

    "Sorry, I thought you were just looking for a shortcut to the sea, not someone. If I knew you were looking for someone, I wouldn't have come." The Arab evaded slyly.

    "Even if you don't come, we will find you." Lin Rui said slowly, "Even if you don't say it, we will try to make you say it."

    "Youwho are you?" the Arab asked in surprise.

    "We are mercenaries, working for a big shot. So you'd better tell everything you know, otherwise, we will make it difficult for you to survive in Sirte." Lin Rui looked at the Arab  people.

    "Are you from Harris?" The expression on the Arab's face was somewhat unnatural.  Harris has always wanted to get rid of the remaining terrorists entrenched in Sirte, and he knows this.

    ¡°And what he knows better is that this Harris is currently the real master of Surte.  Not to mention smugglers like him, even ordinary small warlords would not dare to disobey Harris, a tough strongman.

    So his attitude immediately softened, "Everyone, I really don't know where Ackerman is. Yes, I did cooperate with him several times. But every time, he took the initiative to call me and explain to me  Go and do errands.

    You also know that I am just a businessman.  I wouldn't dare offend someone like him.  So most things, I was forced to do.  Asking him what he did has nothing to do with me.  I'm just a little guy doing transportation.  "The Arab said cautiously.

    Lin Rui looked at the Arab, "Maybe that's the case. I know you don't dare to offend this Ackerman. Because this guy has always been cruel.

    But if you let him know, we have looked for you.  Do you think he will believe you didn't say anything?  Now you have only two options left, either leave Sirte and run away.

    Or, just cooperate with us and help us find this Ackerman.  Once we kill him, you won't have to worry about it at all.  And, you sold Harris a huge favor.

    Which option do you think is more in line with your interests?  It's about being a lost dog, facing the pursuit of terrorists throughout Africa.  Or should you cooperate with us and kill Ackerman completely?  "

    ? ?The Arab's face turned a little pale. He knew that these terrorists were definitely not reasonable people.  His meeting with Lin Rui and others this time directly forced him on the road to no return.

    Even if he did not betray Ackerman, Ackerman would not believe him.  This terrorist has always been ruthless, and he can only trust the dead to keep secrets.

    In other words, now whether he says it or not, Ackerman will definitely get rid of him.  And if he doesn't say it, his life will be even more difficult.

    Because not only Ackerman will not let him go, but even Harris, the warlord leader, will not let him go.

    ¡°Killing a smuggler like him is as easy as crushing an ant for a prince like Harris.

    So the Arab was completely dumbfounded. He hesitated and stammered, "Okay, I can think of a way. But Ackerman is very cautious. If you approach him directly, it will easily arouse suspicion.

    I think I should find out more about his situation through other relationships.  "

    "It's useless to be perfunctory. If you don't tell me where Ackerman is today, you will never leave a few restaurants." Lin Rui picked up the knife on the table and slowly cut a strip on the table.  Roast leg of lamb.

    The Arab was stunned and turned to look at the peregrine falcon beside him.  Peregrine shrugged at him, "Don't look at me, he is the boss here."

    "Okay, but you have to promise not to involve me in this matter." The Arab sat down helplessly and said, "I can't risk contacting him personally. I can only give you his phone number.

    Every time he contacts me through this phone number and asks me to help him with things.  That's all I can do.  "

    Sergey reached for his phone, but the Arab shook his head, "There is no record of his phone calls, and I didn't add him to the address book.

    You know he is a famous terrorist. I don¡¯t want to have too much contact with such a person. If someone finds out that he is in my phone address book, I will definitely die miserably, so I just remember it.  his phone number.  "

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