CHAPTER 1823: CHAPTER 1649: GETTING RID OF THE SMELL

Bulletproof vehicle.

Local tyrant.

Just looking at them makes you want to... rob!

But it’s just a thought; they’re professionals, every action meticulously planned; otherwise, they wouldn’t have been free for so many years, not to mention they have several times more people.

Four per vehicle.

Fifteen vehicles.

That’s sixty people.

Plus other drivers, a few hundred people!

Rob?

Are you looking for death!

Pfft.

Why even consider such meaningless thoughts.

"What’s being escorted?"

"Equipment."

"I know, but why so many bulletproof vehicles for escort? It’s just some equipment, right? Is there something important inside, like cash or jewelry?"

Backseat.

A young man looked out the window with great interest, full of curiosity!

"..."

Inside the car.

The others rolled their eyes.

Country bumpkin.

Speaking of.

This convoy heading deep into the desert, loaded with construction materials and mechanical engineering, obviously couldn’t be what they were thinking. Aren’t these mechanical devices important too?

You might as well bring your intelligence when you go out.

If it’s lost, then get a replacement, and don’t drive unlicensed before you do.

Dammit.

If it weren’t for the fact that your brother is the leader.

We would’ve taken care of you long ago; everything ran smoothly before, never a hitch. This time, if this idiot hadn’t lost control, ranting at the crucial moment, we wouldn’t be fleeing overnight.

"Smack!"

Someone beside him slapped the back of his head.

"Ow, what are you doing, bro?"

The young man turned his head.

Full of dissatisfaction.

"Keep quiet."

This brother really was more of a liability than an asset; he had just joined the team, and in his first operation he nearly dragged them all down. If he weren’t family, he’d be buried in the desert by now.

Thinking back.

It’s all tears!

After a month of meticulous planning.

They began to target, and it started smoothly; they kidnapped the person and got the money. They even planned the victory banquet, but before they could celebrate, their hideout was surrounded by police.

After a few shouts.

They tossed smoke bombs.

Luckily.

Their lair had a tunnel.

Safely retreated.

However.

In the rush, many didn’t bring their identity documents; although they’re fake, the photos are real. If thoroughly investigated, they couldn’t be completely sure their real identities wouldn’t be found.

Puzzled.

The younger brother took out a mobile phone.

Where did it come from?

Upon asking.

Turned out it was from the person they had just kidnapped.

After getting him into the vehicle.

It unwittingly fell into his pocket because he thought it looked nice.

No wonder they tracked them down; at that moment, he wanted to strangle this guy. No wonder when they had him in the car, they couldn’t find the mobile phone; they shouldn’t have brought him from hometown, he’d only been here for three days.

But now.

There was nothing they could do about it.

Prepared to flee to a small wharf.

However.

Just as they arrived and negotiated the price, ready to leave.

"Clink."

This guy suddenly bent down, and the gun in his jacket fell to the ground.

In an instant.

It turned into a standoff scene.

"Drop your weapons," the younger brother nervously blurted out, almost turning the situation into a shootout. The people thought they were police and sped off, taking their boat and fleeing.

Afterwards, they asked, turns out he had just seen a coin on the ground.

Amidst the sea breeze.

They were all bewildered.

A coin.

A mobile phone.

Made them like lost dogs.

Ridiculous.

Afterwards.

They had no choice but to head south, driving all night. They finally arrived here, intending to hide out in Tamanrasset Province, where the land is vast and sparsely populated, and they have a secret base to lay low for a while.

"Oh."

The young man shrank his head down.

The next moment.

Just when they thought this guy might calm down for a bit.

"Look, what a big pump truck."

"Pfft!"

We’re not blind.

"Bro."

"What is it?"

"With so many vehicles, how long will we have to queue?"

"..."

Soon.

Two vehicles pulled into the gas station.

The SUV runs on gasoline.

The truck runs on diesel.

Therefore.

No need to queue.

Seeing this.

The young man wanted to speak, but his brother gave him a glare and he had to look outside the window instead. The strong gasoline smell made him uncomfortable, and he reached for a cigarette to counteract the odor.

Instantly.

Everyone in the car felt uneasy.

Almost scared stiff.

His brother grabbed the lighter from him and angrily said, "What are you doing?"

"The smell... the smell’s too strong, just trying to mask it."

At this moment.

The young man seemed to realize the issue too, lowering his head.

"..."

Damn.

The smell is damn strong indeed.

This is a gas station, not a toilet, damn it. This isn’t about masking a smell; it’s about taking our lives along with it. Although the probability is low, it’s not impossible.

Sigh.

Sigh.

A few deep breaths.

They felt.

This small life couldn’t handle how this guy messes around three times a day; who can bear it, especially when it’s life-threatening.

At this moment.

"They are watching us."

The Arab man in the front passenger seat put his hand on his waist.

Next moment.

He was tapped on the shoulder from behind.

"Don’t be nervous. It’s just their professional instinct. They may not have discovered anything, let alone confirmed our identity. For these people, escorting the task is more important than creating complications."

"Makes sense."

"What if they report us?" the young man worriedly asked.

"..."

No one replied to him.

Afraid we’d get sick from anger.

...

Service area exit.

"Captain Chu, they have guns."

"Received."

"We..."

"Remember, our primary goal is to protect the convoy."

"Yes."

Security.

Prioritize the main task; other matters, unless the sky falls, don’t get involved. At this moment, Chu Sheng had already reported to Headquarters, and the order was to protect themselves and the target.

Minutes later.

The first vehicle finished refueling.

Came to the entrance of the service area.

The window rolled down.

Revealing a smiling Arab man.

"Hello."

"Anything?" Chu Sheng said flatly.

"Are you from Huaxia?"

"Yes."

"Huaxia is a good place. Thank you for supporting Algeria’s construction." Seeing it was a Huaxia person, they relaxed even more. They are known abroad for not being nosy.

"Just saw so many vehicles parked here, got a bit scared, thought someone was hijacking a truck. Later found out it wasn’t." The man thought his excuse was flawless.

But.

Just a second ago.

The latest directive from Headquarters came through Chu Sheng’s earphones, "The identities of these people have been confirmed as fugitives wanted by Algerian authorities. You don’t have to intervene; local police will handle it."

Fugitives?

Really unlucky.

Moreover.

Headquarters was indeed powerful, confirming their identities so quickly.

At this moment.

The other vehicle also finished refueling.

"Goodbye, it’s a nice day today."

"Indeed."

Chu Sheng nodded.

Indeed.

A good day to be arrested. Headquarters must have notified the police; these people picked an area with several hundred kilometers of desert in all directions. Once tracked, nowhere to run.