Chebischoff felt as if he was thrown into the air, and then he fell heavily on the ground. The back of his head hit the ground heavily. The severe pain made Chebischoff open his eyes, and there was a piece of dirty rag in front of him. Chebischoff didn't know what was going on. He wanted to take away the rag covering his face with his hands, but unfortunately he felt that his hands had been tied up.

Chebischoff was completely awake at once. He knew that he should be tied up. If nothing unexpected happened, the sack was swaying around. The feeling of constant shaking was probably because he was in a car. Chebischoff wanted to sit up, but suddenly one foot kicked him hard in the chest and kicked him back. Then the foot stepped on his chest. Chebischoff struggled even more, and then a hard thing hit his head.

Chebishev took his men to drink last night and wanted to relax, but he forgot where Somalia is. Even in the safe area, the locals are still doing business. Chebishev and his friends were already targeted when they set foot on this land, and when he went to drink, someone tampered with his wine. Then an armed force broke into the safe area. They killed the owner of the tavern, several customers and a small group of United Nations teams that came to support, and then kidnapped Chebishev and his men.

Chebishev didn't know what was put in his wine. He just felt that he had a split headache, his mouth was dry, and he had no strength all over his body. Chebishev had been on the battlefield. When his troops were surrounded by the jihadists, Chebishev was not as afraid as he is now. But the only remaining slightest bit of reason told him that he had to calm down.

After about ten minutes, Chebishev stopped resisting, and his chest and feet finally moved away. Chebishev breathed slowly and mediated his emotions. His eyes could not be seen, but his ears could still hear them. Chebishev listened with sincerity, and the sound of cars, the sound of people talking, and... the sound of waves came around?

I don't know how long it took, Chebischoff felt that the car finally stopped. Then he was pulled up from the ground. The man who was pulling him down the car, and then he pulled him through the rough road. Chebischoff almost tripped several times. He could feel sand pouring into his shoes, and the sound of waves came from his ears. Just as he was thinking about where this place was, the man who was pulling him down to the ground. He was about to stand up, but someone kicked him in the back. Chebischoff was forced to kneel on the ground. Then the sack on his head was finally removed. The dazzling sunlight made Chebischoff unable to see anything. It took a while before he came back to his senses.

There were gunmen everywhere, and they did not have a uniform uniform. Everyone was wearing ragged clothes, most of them wearing slippers on their feet. Many people were wearing headscarves. Not far away was the sea, just as Chebischoff was still observing, a voice suddenly asked, "Who is the boss among you?"

No one answered, Chebishev lowered his head, and he dared not respond. He was not sure why these people arrested them, whether it was ransom or food? But the eyes of Chebishev's subordinates leaked his identity. Someone raised him from behind him and raised his chin with his hands. He just asked that he was a strong black man, and he walked towards Chebishev with sunglasses. Then he asked viciously: "Did you bring the food?"

Chebishev looked at the other person nervously and nodded. Now Chebishev felt that the pressure was too great, so he couldn't help swallowing.

"Leave all the food to me, otherwise I will kill you?" The other party threatened directly. Chebischev did not dare to agree. He could not make a decision on such a big thing. Only Italy has the right to decide how to deal with this batch of food.

"I want...I want to ask my boss?" Chebischev was silent for a long time before answering.

"Aren't you their boss?" the kidnapper asked angrily, thinking Chebischoff was playing tricks on him.

"No, it's our boss, in Italy!" Chebischev felt a little calmer, and he replied cautiously.

"Dare you dare to fool me?" the other party grabbed his collar and asked roaringly. A black face came over and spitted Chebischoff's face.

"I'm telling the truth. I have to tell my boss about this!" Chebishev said calmly.

The leader of the kidnapper kicked Chebischoff, and Chebischoff did not avoid his eyes. After a long time, the kidnapper gave in. He let go of Chebischoff's collar. Then he walked to the room and took out a satellite phone. Chebischoff was a little surprised. He didn't expect these people to have satellite phones. You know, this is not cheap, one is about tens of thousands of dollars.

Chebishev quickly called his boss' phone number, and the phone was lucky enough to answer it immediately. Chebishev hurriedly reported his experience. The person who answered the phone was not Yakov, but a senior gang cadre of Chebishev. When he heard that such a big thing had happened, of course he did not dare to make decisions. On the phone, he asked Chebishev to wait for a while, and then hung up the phone. The news of Chebishev and his subordinates being kidnapped was quickly passed to Yakov's ears. Yakov did not dare to neglect it. Anyway, the food had been shipped to Somalia, so it would be better to hand it over to anyone! As long as the person was fine, Yakov naturally agreed.

Chebishev soon received the authorization of Yakov, and it could hand over the food. As long as it could be exchanged for the safety of its subordinates, it would be fine. Chebishev then put his heart in his stomach. He sighed that the Gorky Brotherhood was not a ruthless organization that ignored the invading subordinates. He said to the kidnapper leader: "Okay, I can hand over the food to you, but you have to let me go back. I want to go back and arrange it?"

"No, you can't leave, let your men go!" said the kidnapper leader shook his head.
Chapter completed!