With the first tentative attack by the Zaft army almost ending in annihilation, the entire North Africa situation suddenly fell into a state of intense instability.

Because various resistance organizations, including Blue Cosmos, all know that the famous "Desert Tiger" suffered a big loss when hunting the Archangel.

Not only did he lose a lot of subordinates, but he also almost became a prisoner himself.

So in the next few days, various attacks and assassinations emerged one after another.

For a moment, deafening explosions and continuous gunshots were often heard on the streets of several major cities.

Although the adjuster soldiers have strong physical fitness and reactions, they cannot withstand such frequent and indiscriminate attacks.

In just two or three days, dozens of people died, and hundreds of injured people were injured.

Never think that this number is very small!

You should know that the number of residents of all adjusted residents is only more than 20 million, and the number of people who join the Zaft army may be less than 500,000.

Especially those experienced Ms drivers, each one is very precious.

Death of two or three is enough to make the commander feel sore.

In order to suppress this wave of attacks, Andrew Balterfield tore off his usual gentle disguise and completely demonstrated the essence of the army being a violent institution.

blockade!

search!

arrest!

Dare to resist and shoot him to death on the spot!

In just ten hours, tens of thousands of people were imprisoned.

Among them are many innocent civilians who have been implicated.

If this behavior is in a peaceful era, it will definitely be banned in the media and will be repeatedly bombarded. No matter what the identity is, it will definitely be dismissed and investigated in the end. Maybe it will be taken to the military court.

But now it is a state of war!

The biggest difference between the state of war and the age of peace is that the people are much more patient with "abuse".

In addition, most people's attention is taken to the war...

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The two sides are attracted by the two sides, and they are more concerned about whether their camps win, and they are not concerned about the lives and deaths of other small countries.

So when the prison was densely packed with prisoners, the originally restless North Africa calmed down again.

Looking at the crowds coming and going around the streets, as well as Zaft soldiers and MS patrolling at the intersection, Natal Bacchilulu, dressed in casual clothes, finally couldn't help but sigh slightly: "I am really a famous general of the Zaft army. I can suppress all so many resistance forces in such a short time."

"Hmph! That tiger will not be rampant for long! One day, he will pay the price for the crime he committed on this land." Kagarie said gritting her teeth.

"Calm down! My dear Princess. This is a city controlled by the Zaft Army. If you don't want to put all of us into danger, it's best not to show even a little hatred for the Zaft Army." Allen reminded meaningfully while sitting in the car.

"Damn it! I've said it so many times! Don't call me a princess! I'm not a princess either!" Kagarie turned around suddenly, her eyes full of anger.

But Allen shrugged his shoulders disregardedly: "It is not a good habit to deceive yourself. After all, if you really don't care about your origin, you shouldn't be obsessed with just a name."

"Shut up! I'm not here to listen to your advice! If it weren't for the advice of Sister Artoria, I promised to use a gun to make a few holes on you." After that, Kagarie threatened to pat the pistol hanging around her waist.

It’s a pity that her fierce look may be okay to scare others, but it has no deterrence to a person with the power of a demon.

On the contrary, Allen even felt that the girl's behavior was like a cat waving her claws, giving people a cute feeling of being fierce and harsh.

Fortunately, before the two really started fighting, the car finally arrived in a building deep underground that looked like an air raid shelter.

A guerrilla member said nothing...

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He said, jumped out of the car immediately and had a brief conversation with one of them.

About ten minutes later, a bald man with a beard walked out of the darkness.

He first looked at the few people in the car, then opened his arms and said with a smile: "Oh, isn't this a person on the Archangel under the Earth Alliance? I really can't believe that you dare to enter this city after fighting the tiger."

"How do you know who we are?" Natal Buckylulu frowned vigilantly.

In order to conceal her identity, she took off her military uniform and changed into a purple low-collar shirt and pair of tights that highlight her figure. From a distance, she looked like a European tourist on the other side of the sea.

"Haha, in our industry, we all have our own intelligence network. Especially for military roses with extremely high recognition and figure like you, it is easy to identify them. Well, let's talk less nonsense and tell me what you are planning to buy? Believe me! In the entire North Africa region, as long as you can spend enough money, whether it's food, water, energy, weapons, or anything else, I can help you get it."

While saying this, the black market businessman in his fifties showed strong confidence.

Obviously, perhaps for civilians, war is definitely an absolute disaster.

But for illegal businessmen like him who walk in gray or even black areas, it is not only not a disaster, but also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

“This is the list we are going to purchase!”

It was obviously not the first time Kajiali came to this black market, so she handed over a piece of paper she had prepared in advance without saying a word.

The merchant took it and glanced at it, immediately showing a light of shock and greed. He raised his head and asked in an unsure tone: "Miss! You should know the value of this batch of goods, right? I doubt whether you have the ability to pay."

"We have many prisoners of Zaft Army on our hands! At the previous price...

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They should be worth one-fifth of the payment for the goods." Kagarie quickly showed her first trump card.

"Prison?" The merchant pursed his lips slightly and showed a playful smile. "Ah! Of course! Those adjusters and soldiers are valuable. I was wondering a few days ago when will you bring them here."

As a local black market businessman, he must be recognized by Andrew Balterfield, who is actually occupying North Africa, at least with acquiescence.

Otherwise, this business would not be able to sit still.

The reason why he can stand firm is that he is able to do everything.

He not only accepts funding from the Earth Alliance, secretly provides materials and weapons to local resistance organizations, but also cooperates with the Zaft army, occasionally selling some information to the desert tiger, and then redeems the adjuster soldiers who were kidnapped and captured by the guerrillas with his own identity.

In fact, after Andrew Balterfield returned to the city, he sent someone to issue an order to the black market merchants, requiring everyone to do their best to redeem the soldiers who were ambushed by the guerrillas.

For this reason, he offered a very high reward.

Compared to the earth with a huge population of billions of people, the number of people is too small, and there is also a dbuff that has difficulty in giving birth, so I can't afford to die at all.

The life of every soldier is very precious.

The merchant could already imagine how many times the difference could be earned if he could redeem all of these soldiers.

Holding the disgust in his heart, Kagarie took a deep breath and asked, "So, do you admit that these prisoners can offset one-fifth of the payment for the goods?"

"Of course!" the merchant nodded without thinking. "But what should I do if the next four-fifths of the payment? That's not a small number! The most important thing is that there are a lot of fatal things on this list, and I must confirm your ability to pay. Otherwise, once you can't afford enough money, it will be difficult for me to find a second buyer in a short time."

"I think this should...

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Give you some confidence." Allen smiled and took out the first pot of gold he had earned in this world.

With a light stroke on the designated trading machine, a series of dazzling numbers immediately popped out.

moment!

The black market businessman and the guards beside him all stared wide, with disbelief on their faces.

You should know that the currency held by Allen is not the currencies of small countries that have been depreciating in the war, but the currency of the Atlantic Federation, the most powerful military organization on the earth.

The firmness of its purchasing power can be said to be unique on the earth.

If they can make this money, they can leave the war-torn North Africa and immigrate directly to relatively safe Europe or North America.

nervous!

Excited!

The businessman who felt his heart beating violently forced himself to look away from the long list of numbers, raised his head and tentatively said: "Who are you? How could there be so much Atlantic Federal currency?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that I have proven that I have the ability to pay, right? Remember, don't try to get some used goods or fake and shoddy products to get away with it. I'm a very picky customer! If your goods can't satisfy me, then think about the consequences."

After saying that, Allen ignored the reaction of the black market merchants and turned around and returned to the car, signaling everyone to get on the car and return on the same road.

Because this time, the types and quantity of supplies he was going to buy were too amazing, and it was not something that could be done by a mere secret warehouse.

So I didn't expect to get the spot stock right away.

With the ability of this black market businessman, it can only take a few days or two to three or five days to get all the things on the list.

Watching Allen and his group's car gradually disappear into the distance, another man in his thirties could not help but ask: "Boss, do we want to send a few people to follow and just do the people? As long as we have that money, we can leave this ghost place......

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"Are you tired of living? Do you know what it means to have so much Atlantic Federal currency at this time? Don't pull me with you if you want to die!" The black market merchant cursed in anger.

In his opinion, the person who could bring out so much Atlantic Federal currency at this time was either a senior executive of the Earth Alliance, a member of the huge military-industrial complex, or an agent engaged in intelligence work.

No matter which one it is, it is not something that a black market businessman like me who is shameful can afford to provoke.

What's more, the Archangel is the focus of the current battle between the two sides.

If you accidentally get involved, you will not be able to die if you have ten lives.
To be continued...