Selling oil across Libya

Chapter 16 The Madman

Although the viral video caused the French government to lose face, the situation did not deteriorate to the point of being out of control.

At 4:50 a.m., Paris Special Representatives Gabriel and Henri arrived in Zavier by helicopter, accompanied by two helicopters carrying supplies.

Upon seeing the AN/PVS-14 in front of the fully upgraded soldier's helmet and the M4 assault rifle with a heavy-duty long barrel and silencer in his hand, Gabriel's eyes narrowed and his expression became serious.

They've got night vision goggles and custom-made gun barrels now.

You claim to be a non-governmental organization? Who would believe that?!

Whose militia is so well-equipped?

Even the French National Gendarmerie's equipment isn't this good.

The two soldiers gestured for Gabriel and Henry to raise their hands so they could check if they were carrying any personal weapons.

The two of them carried nothing but a cell phone.

In the general manager's office, Gabriel and Henry finally met Yuri.

"What's your name?"

Gabriel sat down in the chair opposite Yuri, adopting a negotiating stance.

"Yuri."

Yuri was accompanied by only two fully armed, max-level soldiers; Qin Rui and Musa were not present.

"What price would I have to pay if I wanted to take this person away?"

Gabriel got straight to the point.

"In addition to the necessary food and medical expenses, you also need to pay compensation;

And you must promise me that no similar hostile acts will occur again.

Yuri didn't intend to lock him up for life.

"There's no way you can get compensation. You can think of a more suitable excuse, like food expenses would be fine."

Gabriel flatly refused, sneering, "And you don't really think such a promise would have any meaning, do you?"

Indeed, such a promise is meaningless;

Therefore, if you engage in any hostile acts towards us in the future, we will launch indiscriminate attacks on all cities in France.

Yuri adopted the posture of a terrorist, showing no scruples whatsoever.

It wasn't Yuri who said they were terrorists; it was the French government.

If they're already terrorists, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the name of a terrorist if they didn't do what terrorists are supposed to do?

"If you dare to do this, I guarantee that Zawiya will disappear from the world!"

Gabriel was all bark and no bite.

"Then let's end it here. I'll prove you wrong!"

Yuri didn't care and took the initiative to end the negotiations.

"etc!"

Henry finally spoke, joining Gabriel in a call-and-response.

"Stop with your little tricks, I'm very angry right now."

I admit that we lack understanding, so I want you to know what kind of person I am.

Yuri ordered all the prisoners to be brought in.

"Sir, please don't let things get out of control. You have to understand, we also have our own unavoidable difficulties."

Henry was extremely anxious.

Gabriel was stunned. That's not how it is.

Negotiations always involve bargaining and give-and-take.

It's impossible to accept all of the other party's conditions right away.

France also has its pride.

"Your troubles are your business, what does it have to do with me!"

As Yuri spoke, all of the dozen or so prisoners were brought over.

"These two are negotiators sent by your government. They have asked me to demonstrate my resolve to the French government."

So don't blame me; your tragedy is caused by these two people and your government.

After Yuri finished speaking, he stood up and pulled out his pistol.

"Don't do that!"

"don't want!"

Gabriel and Henry exclaimed in surprise.

Bah!

Yuri fired.

The bullet grazed the ear of the despondent Frederick Gallois and struck the wall behind him.

"You're insane! You're a madman!"

Gabriel hung his head in dejection and muttered to himself.

Being short-tempered is not scary.

Being powerful is not scary.

What's terrifying is a madman whose behavior is completely illogical and who disregards all consequences.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Yuri burst into wild laughter.

What's more terrifying than a madman is a group of madmen.

Qin Rui won't go crazy with Yuri.

Almost simultaneously with the French National Gendarmerie's raid on the port of Xavier, a group of roving rebels arrived in the town of Xavier.

Since the Rafale bombers bombed the town of Zawiya, more than a dozen households have left Zawiya in the past two days.

Those who remained were either clinging to a sliver of hope or were impoverished people with nowhere else to go.

Saif was shot dead in the small square at the entrance of the town. He was not only riddled with dozens of bullets, but his body was also run over by vehicles, leaving only his head intact.

Salem died in front of his own supermarket, which had been reduced to ashes.

Khalid and Ahmed were both killed in their homes. The rebels were inhumane, not even sparing Ahmed's elderly wife.

The town was littered with corpses, and almost all the houses had been burned down by the rebels. Not a single house was intact, and the place was a scene of utter devastation.

After driving around the town in a pickup truck, Qin Rui instructed Bai Ban to collect the bodies, burn them, and bury them deeply to prevent an outbreak of plague.

"Those bastards must have gone to Tripoli. Should I take troops and chase after them?"

The whiteboard felt a surge of pity and gritted its teeth.

"Need not."

Qin Rui looked at the staggering 1.5 [Evolution Value] and sighed silently.

Although troops loyal to the Transitional Council have begun withdrawing from Tripoli, the withdrawal is not yet complete.

The entire city area near Zawiya is controlled by the Numidian Brigade.

Since last night, these wicked rebels have been gradually transformed into Qin Rui's [evolution value].

Back at the villa, Qin Rui contacted Wang Hai and asked him to hire people working in the petroleum industry in China.

Good news came from the troops attacking the Sharara oil field: the oil field has been successfully taken control.

700 kilometers is not far.

The attacking force set off this morning and, en route to the Sharara oil field, also seized control of another oil field—a remarkably successful operation.

This is not surprising.

After the outbreak of war, all foreign technical experts and skilled workers employed by the Libyan National Oil Company were evacuated, and oil field production came to a standstill.

Everyone knows that oil fields are profitable.

Since the outbreak of the civil war, the Sharara oil field has changed hands three times.

Since the oil field had ceased production, when the troops arrived, the Sharara oil field was controlled by an unknown local armed force with a total strength of only a little over one hundred people.

Although the oil field has been successfully occupied, the resumption of production is a long way off due to a lack of technical personnel and workers.

"Boss, I graduated from the petroleum institute and previously worked for the Libyan National Oil Company. I'm an industry insider!"

Wang Hai was willing to work for Qin Rui.

However, Wang Hai was not confident about how many people he could bring to Qin Rui from China.

After all, Libya is at war, and for the Chinese people who have been living in peace for a long time, the uncertainty of war is simply too great.

Better to be a dog in a prosperous era than a human in a chaotic one.

"The starting salary in the oil field is 10,000 yuan, and if you perform well, you will receive a year-end bonus of no less than half a year's salary."

The oil field will be equipped with comprehensive supporting facilities, including hospitals, entertainment centers, and shopping centers;

The oil field will build garden-style residential areas specifically for its employees;

If employees' children have educational needs, they will be provided with bilingual schools.

Qin Rui was an ox or horse in his past life, so he knows the pain points of oxen and horses.