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Chapter 2324 Market Tin House

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    Krosov hesitated. He didn¡¯t want to expose the address of the Russian intelligence team to outsiders. This was against the rules.  But the current situation is quite special, and the intelligence team has been out of contact for more than ten hours, which means that there may be various variables.  Maybe the intelligence team is only temporarily in trouble, maybe they have been poisoned by the secret society.  But in any case, Krosov decided to try his luck at an alternate contact location.

    So, he nodded in agreement.

    Lin Rui turned to the other team members and said, "Sandro and Crazy Horse are following me. The others stay, and Lincoln, the leader of Group B, will be in charge of your actions. It's best not to leave here until we come back."

    Lincoln nodded, "I understand."

    Lin Rui gestured to the other two team members, "Let's go."

    "Wait a minute, you're driving out in an armed pickup like this. Your features are too obvious. I've prepared a car for you with less obvious features. It's right behind." The black man C¨¦zanne whispered, "I'll drive, you hide.  Get behind the car.¡±

    Lin Rui, Krosov and others followed him to the back of the wooden house.  C¨¦zanne lifted up a tattered oilcloth, revealing an old car with a large piece of paint peeling off inside.  However, this kind of car is in line with the characteristics of Pelayari's urban area. There are few new cars on the bumpy urban roads. Driving this kind of broken car makes it look inconspicuous. On the contrary, their armed pickup truck looks too eye-catching.  Quite a bit.

    The open-air market is located on the roadside. During the dry season, cars drive by, raising yellow dust all over the sky.  The rainy season is here, and the yellow muddy ground is muddy and full of potholes.  The roofs of the canopy, made of various colors of iron sheets, are stacked one after another and stretch endlessly, like an unmodified primitive mountain forest.  Almost all the shops are street stalls, and most of the traders sit on the ground. The stalls are arranged unevenly, irregularly, and overcrowded. Dust, body odor, and high-decibel noise mix into a load that makes all non-indigenous people shy away.

    This is a very popular market, selling daily necessities for local people, fresh vegetables and fruits brought by farmers from the jungle, and food processed by themselves. The prices are also popular, and they are all small profits that ordinary people can afford.  Before the establishment of the Orumi Federation, due to years of war between warlords and the lack of a formal business system, tens of thousands of people spontaneously exchanged various items here, developing into a large open-air market.

    The market is also crowded with people.  There are four rows of shops on both sides of the narrow street. The outermost two rows are houses along the street. Some have their doors and windows open to attract business, and some have their doors closed, but from time to time customers will push the doors in and out.  The two rows on the inside are simple stalls placed in the center of the street, usually selling coarse cloth, jeans and artificial leather shoes.  Due to the hot weather, many people were wearing only a vest, and their bare, dark, sweaty arms were squeezing against each other in the narrow passage.

    Under the scorching sun, the strong body odor of sweat mixed with the smell of inferior leather evaporates and fills the air.  There was still water on the muddy ground. Lin Rui and others looked down at the road, looking for dry corners to jump forward. They also looked around, trying to avoid getting sweaty.

    "Be careful around you." Lin Rui lowered the soft-brimmed hat on his head and observed the surroundings vigilantly.  "Krosov, where is the alternate meeting place you mentioned?"

    "Keep walking, in a tin house at the other end of the market." Krosov whispered.  "There should be more obvious signs at the door."

    "Is that where he was talking about?" Crazy Horse whispered beside him.

    Lin Rui looked along his finger and found a simple TV antenna erected on a tin house in the distance. It was a very simple one, just a metal pole holding a few cans.  The locals use this to receive TV programs, so although it is a bit awkward to stand there, it is actually very common.

    "That's where it is?" Lin Rui asked in a low voice.

    Krosov nodded, "That's right there, but we'd better observe the surrounding situation and make sure it's safe before going in. I have a vague feeling that the atmosphere of this place is not quite right."

    Lin Rui nodded silently and made a gesture to Crazy Horse.  Crazy Horse immediately turned around and walked away, patrolling the nearby area. After returning, he whispered, "There is nothing obviously suspicious, but it seems that the atmosphere is not right. I saw that there seemed to be a few people milling around there.  Go. But I¡¯m not sure whether it¡¯s an informant from the intelligence team or someone from the secret society.¡±

    Lin Rui thought for a while and said, "Let's go over and take a look."

    "Just go there directly?" Sandro whispered.

    "I'll go there with Krosov now, while you and Crazy Horse keep an eye on the outside." Lin Rui whispered.  "If there is an ambush, be ready to meet us at any time."

    "Okay." Sandro gritted his teeth and said, "Who said??I owe you.  "

    Lin Rui winked at Krosov, and the two walked side by side to the tin house there.  This kind of iron roof shack is very common here, and it is usually regarded as a relatively high-end shop.  For business people, at least there is a fixed stall instead of setting up street stalls everywhere.  There seemed to be a black man inside, standing guard in front of a cracked glass counter.  There are some random small commodities placed inside.

    "I'll buy a few cigarettes." Krosov said with his head lowered in front of the counter.

    "How many?" the black man asked.  Because in the local area, many cigarettes are sold in pieces.

    Krosov thought for a moment, stretched out his hand and said, "Twenty." But the hand he extended made a three sign.

    This is originally a very strange request, because twenty cigarettes are exactly one box, and most people usually say buy a box of cigarettes, not twenty cigarettes.  This is just like when ordinary people go to the street to buy vegetables. When things are sold by the pound, they usually say they buy one pound instead of ten taels.  But the black man didn't seem to see the problem at all. He opened a full box of cigarettes seriously and lowered his head to count.  Then he handed the opened pack of cigarettes to Krosov.

    Lin Rui knew that this must be some kind of code for them, but he didn't know if it had any fixed meaning.

    At this moment, Lin Rui suddenly sniffed and his eyes moved.  When the black man was unpacking the cigarette package, Lin Rui saw his fingers. Because the man was a black man and his skin color was too dark, Lin Rui didn't notice anything.  But now, Lin Rui was almost certain that the black man had blood on his fingers.

    Because he had handled it too hastily, the blood stains were still hidden in the crevices of his nails, so Lin Rui inadvertently smelled the faint smell of blood.

    Lin Rui suddenly felt a great threat.

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