Strongest Soldier King Chapter 1505 1505: Meeting the Middleman

Without intelligence, not knowing where the people are, this kind of rescue is very difficult. If there were dostic flights passing through eastern Kanbus, we could parachute down under the cover of night, but there aren't any. The only flight goes to the capital, and flying around recklessly might provoke other countries to interfere, or even be shot down. The two talked for a while, then Madela knocked on the door and ca in, and everyone continued to discuss the rescue operation.

After a while, without any progress, Luo Zheng looked at Madela and asked, "Can we drive there ourselves?"

"No, the tribe will have sentries along the way. There might be a sick person on the roadside, a vagrant in the mountains, indeed, they have sentries everywhere. As soon as we head east, even before leaving this city, our situation will be relayed to the relevant people. Don't forget we were ambushed," said Madrid quickly.

"Weren't you betrayed by soone in your country's regi?" Ghost Hand curiously asked.

"Indeed, but they only knew we were heading back, not the day or the specific route. I underestimated these tribes' intelligence networks. By the ti I realized, it was too late. I don't want you to repeat the sa mistake," Madela said urgently.

"Is there any way to infiltrate them?" Luo Zheng continued to ask.

"There are only two kinds of people who can enter their territories: arms dealers and jewelers. Arms dealers go to make money, and jewelers go to give them money. These are the only people allowed to enter, but there's a condition: a transit pass issued by a familiar person is needed. Not anyone can find that person, and not just anyone can issue a transit pass. Without a transit pass, we can't go unless we force our way," Madela explained seriously.

"He's right," Ghost Hand confird from the side. "We tried to infiltrate ourselves and faced various ambushes along the way. Luckily, the enemy didn't take us seriously and didn't send a large force. We barely escaped. Later, we sought help from the local governnt. We've been diplomatically engaged with this country for decades, and they even sent troops to escort us, but the enemy seed to vanish, and we couldn't find them."

"So that's how it is. Turns out there's so truth to it," Luo Zheng said angrily.

After discussing for a while, they concluded that a transit pass was indispensable. In the afternoon, Zhang Zheng hurriedly ca over and said to Luo Zheng, who was resting, "President Yu, the contact has been made. They require to see you, no weapons allowed, and only you. What do you think?"

"Sure, what do I need to prepare?" Luo Zheng smiled indifferently, secretly pleased, thinking that getting a transit pass would solve everything.

"A ten thousand-dollar eting fee, it's standard practice, just to test if the procurer is sincere and financially capable. If the other party finds it inappropriate, the money won't be refunded, and we'll have to leave. Otherwise, we'll end up as corpses, a well-known fact in the industry. What do you think?" Zhang Zheng explained hurriedly.

"No problem. Prepare the money and report it to the company. When do we leave?" Luo Zheng asked.

"Alright," Zhang Zheng agreed, took out a check from a local bank, and handed it to Luo Zheng. Luo Zheng took a look at the ten thousand-dollar cash check and put it away. Zhang Zheng, realizing Luo Zheng was a bold and daring person, concernedly added, "We can go now. Don't get into argunts; those people are unreasonable."

"Fine, lead the way," Luo Zheng said impatiently.

Zhang Zheng agreed and walked out of the room. Luo Zheng knocked on Ghost Hand's room, gave so instructions, and left with Zhang Zheng, carrying no weapons, not even his usual belt. They arrived at the hotel entrance and got into a car, with Zhang Zheng driving.

On the road, Zhang Zheng continued to remind with concern, "The place we're going to is very poor, don't mind it. This country is too poor, unlike ours. They're wild, rude, and unreasonable. But we can't do without them; unless we don't want to do business, we can't enter the east without a transit pass."

"Isn't there more than one tribe in the east? Can their transit pass be used universally?" Luo Zheng asked suspiciously.

"Of course, these middlen have great power and are responsible for identifying people. If they let soone pass and it causes problems, they'll have to bear the responsibility. We're just businessn seeking profit, so any tribe would welco us. Without the middleman's approval to get a transit pass, no tribe would welco us," Zhang Zheng explained seriously.

"I see," Luo Zheng relaxed after clearing his doubts and closed his eyes to rest.

Zhang Zheng glanced at Luo Zheng, hesitant to speak. Seeing Luo Zheng uninterested in conversation, he sighed helplessly, focused on driving, and unknowingly entered a poor area. On the streets, there were children playing, shirtless, barefoot, black, and dirty, chasing and teasing each other. Seeing the small car approach, they scattered with curiosity, pointing and murmuring.

The streets were littered with filthy garbage, the air reeked of stench, and dilapidated earthen houses stood everywhere, with people occasionally erging, warily watching the car without speaking. Even on the rooftops, there were people sitting motionless. The further they went, the narrower the streets beca. Many people appeared, all staring tightly at the car in silence, creating an oppressive atmosphere.

Luo Zheng watched the surroundings warily, understanding Zhang Zheng's tension. These people seed like impoverished folks driven mad by hunger, willing to do anything to survive. Fortunately, they seed cautious and didn't act recklessly. If they sward in, dealing with nearly a hundred would be tough.

Suddenly, Zhang Zheng stopped the car and said to Luo Zheng, "We can't go further. Let's wait here. Don't worry about the people around; they're just ordinary residents and won't cause trouble."

As he finished speaking, a group of over a dozen n with guns appeared from the street corner ahead, each bare-chested, bald-headed, with ammunition belts across their shoulders, wielding M4 rifles, striding forward. The surrounding people backed away upon seeing them.

Luo Zheng beca curious; these were good guns. He looked at Zhang Zheng and asked, "M4s, they seem quite wealthy. I thought these people preferred AK series?"

"Every successful deal earns the middleman a bonus, so they've got money. How else could they sustain people?" Zhang Zheng quickly explained. Seeing the group nearing, he hastily said, "Let's get out, don't do anything rash. I'll handle the talking."

"Alright, let's get out," Luo Zheng said with a somber face, agreeing.

The two quickly alighted, and the group imdiately aid their guns, eyes gleaming like hungry wolves. Zhang Zheng raised his hands to show no hostility while shouting in the international common language, "It's , an old friend, here to discuss business with Mumu. Don't misunderstand.