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Chapter 633 VS 300? Is the company paying to ransom them, or are they about to embark on their journey?

In the swaying back of the pickup truck, Jin Xu looked at Liang Hui and Shao Yiming beside him. The three of them looked at each other, each with a hint of panic in their eyes.

Whether Abyssinia is chaotic or not can be determined by looking at its neighbors, namely Somalia, the famous fishing power of the Gulf of Aden.

In addition, two-thirds of the country is plateau, and there are more than 80 ethnic groups, so there are already many conflicts.

Apart from the relatively stable central and northern regions, there are countless armed groups in other areas.

The strongest of these is the Omoro armed group, which is backed by the Omoro people, who make up 35% of the national population. Even under suppression, it continues to grow stronger.

They are mainly active in the central and southern regions, frequently attacking staff of the local central command, and have as many as 5000 armed members under their command.

"Brother Xu, I'm only twenty-three years old this year. I was ignorant before I was six years old. It took me sixteen years to study. I've only had a few days of carefree and happy life. Am I going to have to say goodbye to this world?"

Shao Yiming said in a low voice, his voice choked with sobs.

Of the three, he was the tallest and usually appeared carefree and tough, but at this moment, tears and snot were streaming down his face.

There was nothing he could do; whenever Shao Yiming thought about the decapitation videos he had seen before, he couldn't help but tremble all over.

"Hey kid, shut up! What are you scared of? These Omoro people only care about money, not your life. Just wait for the company to bail you out."

Jin Xu was also scared, but he couldn't bear to hear Shao Yiming wailing and howling beside him, so he offered words of comfort.

"Brother Xu, is this for real? You're not kidding me."

Upon hearing this, Shao Yiming's trembling subsided considerably.

Liang Hui opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

In his spare time, he conducted in-depth research on the situation in Abyssinia, and Jin Xu's judgment was correct.

The Omoro people kidnapped Chinese merchants partly to demand money, and partly to put pressure on the central government and create trouble for them.

But the problem is!
Members of the Omoro militant group have a history of shooting civilians!

"Shut up!"

A dark-skinned armed man raised his hand and slapped Shao Yiming hard across the face with the butt of his AK47. The slap caused Shao Yiming's right cheek to swell up immediately.

Jin Xu shrank back in fright and immediately fell silent.

A line of four vehicles sped along the bumpy Gobi Desert, heading into the distance.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe half an hour, maybe an hour, after all, when people are in a state of extreme fear, their perception of the passage of time is extremely low!
The car suddenly stopped.

Jin Xu looked around and saw that the surrounding area was densely forested and the terrain was extremely complex.

A wisp of sunset disappeared below the horizon, and a gentle breeze rustled through the bushes.

"get off!"

An armed man carrying an AK47 shouted at them in broken English.

Jin Xu struggled to his feet and jumped down from the truck bed.

Liang Hui and Shao Yiming followed closely behind.

However, Shao Yiming's legs went weak and he fell directly to the ground.

His right cheek brushed against the hard gravel, and blood beads immediately oozed out, each bead the size of a bean.

"Damn it!"

With his hands bound, Shao Yiming struggled to get up, muttering to himself.

"Go!"

Omoro's armed men raised their gun barrels, signaling the three to move forward.

Three kilometers into the dense forest, the terrain suddenly becomes steep.

The massive lava formations formed a natural barrier, with hidden passages within the fissures, each only wide enough for two people to pass through.

After passing through three passes guarded by armed sentries, the view suddenly opened up before us.

The campsites, hidden in the dense forest, are scattered along the mountainside.

The buildings are mainly wooden houses and brick houses, supplemented by tents, and there isn't even a single two-story building.

Inside the storage room carved into the rock face, AK47 rifles and rocket launchers were neatly stacked, wrapped in tarpaulins, and the Arctic markings on the ammunition boxes were long since blurred.

Not far away, on an open ground, about a hundred Abyssinian regular soldiers sat on the ground with smiles on their faces. They didn't look like prisoners, but rather like camping tourists.

Six people who looked like they were from Europe and America and four people who looked like they were from Asia were sitting on the ground, with a dozen or so locals who looked like students next to them.

Jin Xu, Liang Hui, and Shao Yiming, on the other hand, were quite self-aware and obediently squatted down.

"We're doomed now. We're stuck in this desolate wilderness. We can't get far even if we wanted to."

Shao Yiming muttered under his breath, his face filled with despair.

“No wonder the Omorolos have reached the outskirts of Asberba; it turns out the entire regular army has been captured!” Liang Hui whispered.

He took a deep sniff; the air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, a stench that made him feel nauseous.

"Hi, are you Chinese businessmen from Asberba?"

Among the four Asian-looking people, a middle-aged man in his thirties asked Liang Hui and his two companions a question.

"Well, I guess so." Jin Xu, being cautious, answered before Liang Hui and Shao Yiming could speak.

"The four of us are engineers from Huatong Group. My name is Hao Ren. How shall we address the other three?"

Hao Ren asked casually.

"Dude, we might not even make it back alive, and you still have the nerve to make friends?" Shao Yiming rolled his eyes at the other person and said irritably.

What the hell is this place? Is it a place for you to make friends?

"Brother, there's always a way out. Eat well, drink well. They didn't kidnap us just to find another place to kill us!"

Hao Ren said with a grin.

"Wow, that's impressive. They've got a really big heart," Liang Hui couldn't help but exclaim.

"If I weren't ambitious, would I go to Africa? Fortune favors the bold! By the way, which company are you from?" Hao Ren pressed on.

Liang Hui and Shao Yiming both turned their gazes to Jin Xu, but Jin Xu just laughed it off and brushed it off casually.

As the saying goes, "When fellow villagers meet, they'll stab each other in the back."

Jin Xu had been scammed by Chinese people in Asberba before, so he was naturally very wary.

the other side.

Seeing that it was already completely dark and Jin Xu and the other two had not returned, Zhou Jinling turned to Qi Liang and asked, "Could something have happened?"

“Brother Zhou, we’re in Asberba, the capital of Abyssinia. What could possibly happen here? It’s perfectly safe.”

Qi Liang said dismissively.

He had spent several years in Africa and was already used to the local calm and chaos.

In some areas, like third- or fourth-tier cities in China, wealthy people drive Mercedes-Benz and BMWs; while in other places, they still live in tribal communities and rely on animal husbandry for a living.

This seemingly disparate scene is, in fact, the true reality of the area.

This is why Orange Technologies and Orange Automotive typically operate only in the central and northern regions of Abyssinia, leaving the rest of the market to dealers.

Zhou Jinling chuckled, but his brows remained furrowed. He then instructed, "That's true, but there are always unexpected things. Call Jin Xu and ask him where he is."

“Okay, Brother Zhou,” Qi Liang nodded in response.

He picked up his phone and dialed Jin Xu's number.

"Beep—beep—beep—!"

The notification tone rang for several tens of seconds, but no one answered.

Seeing this, Zhou Jinling took out his phone, found Liang Hui's contact information, and then pressed the dial button.

"Beep—beep—!" With a click, the call connected!

"Ahui, where did you three go? Have you all forgotten about the team building day?" Zhou Jinling questioned.

"Your man is in my hands. If you want him to live, prepare 300,000 US dollars. Wait for news tomorrow."

At that moment, a hoarse voice shouted in broken English.

Zhou Jinling's face darkened, and he immediately asked, "Who are you people?"

“O-Mo-Ro!” the O-Mo-Ro member of the armed group who answered the phone replied, enunciating each word clearly.

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Seeing Zhou Jinling's pale face, Qi Liang on the other side joked, "Smash it? Liang Hui got caught while playing PUBG?"

"I don't know if they ate chicken or not, but this time things are in trouble. They ran into the Omoro armed group and were captured."

Zhou Jinling's eyebrows furrowed together, and he spoke with a dark expression.

"Should we call the police first?"

Qi Liang's voice was a little weaker. He had been in Africa for a long time and knew the efficiency of the local inspection stations.

Sometimes, after reporting a case, the waiting time for a response is longer than the time it takes to find the person, and you might even be asked for a "case handling fee".

Zhou Jinling shook his head, strode to his desk, and grabbed a satellite phone.

Zhou Jinling paused as his fingers touched the fuselage, turned to look at Qi Liang, and said in a very low voice, "You should contact Elita first. She has been based in Asberba for more than ten years. Maybe she can make contact with the people of Omoro."

"Okay." Qi Liang immediately realized the seriousness of the situation and quickly called Elita.

The other side's digital specialty stores are spread throughout central and southwestern Asberba, and the southwest is precisely where Omoro armed members are most active.

Without connections and resources, let alone selling mobile phones, even transportation becomes a major problem. The probability of being robbed is as high as 200% to 300%, because on average, you will be robbed two to three times for every trip you take.

Zhou Jinling then contacted his colleagues at Fengjun Security Company.

He had been in Asberba for three years; how could he not know whether the local checkpoints were reliable or not?

……

……

The next day, June 6, the weather in Luzhou became even hotter, and the urgent chirping of cicadas could be heard constantly coming from the plane trees on both sides of the road.

After finishing breakfast, Chen Yansen and Song Yuncheng sat in the back of the Hongqi L5. Chen Yansen said to Huang Boxiang in the driver's seat, "Old Huang, let's go."

"Yes, boss." Huang Boxiang replied, and then drove off towards Xucheng.

A black Mercedes-Benz van was trailing far behind the Hongqi L5.

“Buzz buzz—!”

The phone in my pocket rang.

Chen Yansen took out his phone and saw that it was Bai Zhenshan from Fengjun.

"Boss, three employees from Orange Mobile and Orange Auto were kidnapped yesterday on the A2 highway in Asberba by armed members of Omoro."

Bai Zhenshan explained slowly.

"How much do you want?" Chen Yansen asked without hesitation.

“30 US dollars,” Bai Zhenshan replied.

"Money is a small matter, but we must ensure the personal safety of these three colleagues and handle the matter as soon as possible."

Chen Yansen immediately gave the order.

Since Senlian Capital dared to do business in Africa, it must have considered this situation.

The Omoro armed group's strength in Abyssinia should not be underestimated. Although it only has more than 5000 armed members, the Omoro are the largest ethnic group in Abyssinia. If they had enough weapons, they could easily raise an army of 10 people.

These mountain bandits who live next to the Somalis are truly ruthless; they'll kill anyone who doesn't get their money.

Moreover, it's only a mere $30; there's no need to put your employees at risk.

Wealth can lead to the gods!

Globally, banknotes are the most reliable form of passport.

Of course, if someone takes the money and doesn't deliver, Feng Jun won't take it lying down.

Although Wind Falcon has only a little over a thousand employees in Africa, most of them have received rigorous training and their military skills far surpass those of people like the Omoro, who are converted from tribal members.

After confirming his boss's attitude, Bai Zhenshan immediately knew what to do.

Ignore everything else, get the money and get them out of trouble first.

After hanging up the phone, Bai Zhenshan immediately contacted Lu Feng, the general manager of the Fengjun Abyssinia branch.

"Old Lu, the boss's meaning is very clear: rescue the people first, and you take your men to pay the money to exchange them. First, ensure the safety of the people, and don't fight them head-on during the handover; second, have the drone team mark the lava tunnels around the Omoro camp clearly and leave an escape route, just in case."

Bai Zhenshan knew very well that when dealing with armed groups, one had to show sincerity, but also keep a backup plan in mind.

Upon learning of this, he quickly took action.

Komoro had too many armed members, while Wind Falcon only had about twenty staff members in Asberba.

20 vs 300?

Unless everyone is a captain from the United States, there is absolutely no chance of winning.

Meanwhile, inside the Omoro camp, Jin Xu was staring blankly at the wasteland not far away.

I finally managed to get into a supervisor position with an annual income of several hundred thousand.

He rented a large house in Asberba, hired a driver and a nanny, and started dating a local college student who was mixed-race, had tanned skin, and was curvy.

In China, she would definitely be considered a goddess.

In his presence, she was as docile as a little lamb.

Is it possible to go back?

Jin Xu pondered to himself.

From yesterday afternoon to this morning, he only had a little bit of cold air, his stomach was empty, and he felt listless.

Hao Ren from Huatong Group quietly leaned over and said, "I overheard them talking last night. They said they wanted to exchange the captured regular soldiers for the seized weapons from the Central Command. If there was no news before noon, they would first 'deal with' the two European and American hostages to establish their authority."

"You understand Omoro?" Jin Xu looked up suddenly, his face full of surprise.

"Is it difficult? I briefly sponsored a college student from the Omoro tribe before, and took the opportunity to learn a little bit."

Hao Ren said seriously.

Pooh!
If you're going to be kept as a mistress, just say so; don't try to make yourself look good.

Shao Yiming spat inwardly.

However, he wholeheartedly supports the Omoro armed group's plan to sacrifice European and American hostages.

As the saying goes, "Better to die a friend than a poor monk!"

Just then, an armed man walked over, nudged Jin Xu with the butt of his rifle, and said, "Come with me."

Is the company going to pay to ransom the person, or are they already on their way?
At least explain yourself clearly!

Jin Xu shouted in his heart.

Liang Hui and Shao Yiming followed behind.

Hao Ren shrank back, muttering to himself, "Did I hear wrong? It's not Europe and America, but Asia?"

These words happened to drift into Shao Yiming's ears.

(End of this chapter)