As ZAFT Army's first tentative attack ended in almost annihilation of the entire army, the entire North Africa situation suddenly fell into a state of intense instability.
Because various resistance organizations, including Blue Cosmos, all knew that Daimyo Dingding's "Desert Tiger" suffered a big loss when hunting Archangel.
Not only did he lose a lot of his subordinates, but he almost became a prisoner himself.
Therefore, in the next few days, various attacks and assassinations occurred one after another.
Suddenly, deafening explosions and continuous gunshots were often heard on the streets of several major cities.
Although Coordinators soldiers have strong physical fitness and reflexes, they cannot withstand such frequent and indiscriminate attacks.
In just two or three days, dozens of people were killed and hundreds were injured.
Don't think this number is small!
You must know that the total number of Coordinators residents in P. L. A. N. T is only more than 20 million, and the number of the ZAFT Army members may be less than 500,000.
Especially those experienced MS pilots, each one is very precious.
Two or three deaths are enough to make the commander feel painful.
In order to suppress this wave of attacks, Andrew·Bart Phil Germany tore off his usual gentle disguise and completely demonstrated the nature of the military as a violent institution.
blockade!
search!
arrest!
Anyone who dares to resist will be killed 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 kind of behavior were carried out in peaceful times, it would definitely be mentioned in the media and subject to repeated and violent bombardment. No matter who the identity was, he would definitely be dismissed from his post and investigated, and if possible, he would be brought to a military court.
But now it's a state of war!
The biggest difference between a state of war and peacetime is that the people's tolerance for "atrocities" is much higher.
In addition, most people's attention is attracted by the two sides participating in the war, and they are more concerned about whether their own camp wins, and they don't care about the life and death of the people in other small countries.
So when the prison was densely packed with prisoners, North Africa, who was originally restless, calmed down again.
Looking at the crowds of people rushing around the street, as well as the ZAFT soldiers and MS standing on patrol at the intersection, Nataru·Bucky Lululu, who was wearing casual clothes, finally couldn't help but sigh slightly, "He is truly worthy of the famous general ZAFT Army. He was able to suppress so many resistance forces in such a short period of time."
"Hmph! That tiger won't be rampant for long! One day, he will have to pay for the crimes he committed on this land." Cagalli said through gritted teeth.
"Calm down! My dear princess. This is a city controlled by the ZAFT Army. If you don't want all of us to be in danger, it's best not to show even a little bit of hatred towards the ZAFT Army." Allen reminded meaningfully while sitting in the car.
"Damn it! How many times have I told you! Don't call me princess! I'm not a princess either!" Cagalli turned around suddenly, his eyes filled with anger.
But Allen shrugged nonchalantly. "It's 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 title."
"Shut up! I'm not here to listen to your preaching! If it weren't for Sister Artoria's instructions, I promise to shoot a few holes in your body with a gun." After that, Cagalli patted the pistol hanging on his waist threateningly.
It's a pity that her fierce look may be enough to scare others, but it has no deterrent effect at all for a person with the power of Demon God.
On the contrary, Allen even felt that the girl acted like a cat waving its claws, giving people a cute and fierce feeling.
Fortunately, the car finally arrived at a bomb shelter-like building deep underground before the two actually started fighting.
Without saying a word, a guerrilla member immediately jumped out of the car and had a brief exchange with one of them.
About ten minutes later, a bald man with a big beard walked out of the darkness.
He first roughly looked at the people in the car, then opened his arms and said with a smile, "Oh, aren't these people from Archangel, a subordinate of the Earth Alliance? I can't believe you actually dare to enter this city after fighting with that tiger."
"How do you know our identities?" Nataru·Bucky Lululu frowned warily.
In order to conceal her identity, she took off her military uniform today and put on a purple low-collared shirt and a pair of tight pants that could highlight her figure. From a distance, she looked like a Europe tourist on the other side of the sea.
"Haha, in our line of work, we all have our own intelligence network. Especially for a military rose with a highly recognizable appearance and figure like you, you can easily identify them. Okay, stop talking nonsense and just tell me what you plan to buy? Trust me! In the entire North Africa area, as long as you can spend enough money, whether it is food, water, energy, weapons, or anything else, I can help you get it."
When saying these words, this black marketeer in his fifties showed strong confidence.
Obviously, perhaps for civilians, war is an absolute disaster.
But for unscrupulous businessmen like him who walk in gray or even black areas, not only is it not a disaster, but it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"Here's our shopping list!"
Cagalli was obviously not the first time he came to this black market, so he handed over a piece of paper he had prepared in advance without saying a word.
The businessman took it and glanced at it twice. He immediately showed a look of shock and greed. He raised his head and asked in an uncertain tone, "Miss! You should know the value of this batch of goods, right? I doubt whether you have the ability to pay."
"We have a lot of the ZAFT Army prisoners! According to the previous price, they should be worth one-fifth of the price." Cagalli quickly showed his first trump card.
"Prisoner?" The businessman pursed his lips slightly and showed a playful smile. "Ah! Of course! Those Coordinators soldiers are worth a lot of money. I was wondering a few days ago when you would bring them here."
As a local black marketeer, he must be recognized, or at least tacitly approved, by North Africa who actually occupies Andrew Balt Phil.
Otherwise, this business will simply not survive.
The reason why he is able to stand firm is that Root has both sides.
Not only did he receive funding from the Earth Alliance, he secretly provided materials and weapons to the local Resistance Organization, he also cooperated with the ZAFT Army, occasionally selling some information to Desert Tiger, and by the way, he used his identity to redeem those Coordinators soldiers who had been kidnapped and captured by the guerrillas.
In fact, after Andrew·Bart Phil German returned to the city, he sent people to give orders to the black marketeers, asking everyone to do their best to redeem the soldiers who were captured by the guerrillas in ambush.
For this reason, a rather high bounty was offered.
Compared to the Earth, which has a huge population of billions, the number of P. L. A. N. T is too small, and there is also a DBUFF that has difficulty in reproducing, so it cannot afford to die.
Every soldier's life is very precious.
The businessman can already imagine how many times the price difference he can earn if he can redeem all these soldiers.
Suppressing the disgust in his heart, Cagalli took a deep breath and asked, "So, do you admit that these prisoners can offset one-fifth of the payment?"
"Of course!" The businessman nodded without thinking. "But what about the next four-fifths of the payment? That's not a small sum! The most important thing is that there are a lot of important things on this list. I must confirm your ability to pay. Otherwise, if you can't come up with enough money by then, it will be difficult for me to find a second buyer in a short time."
"I think this should give you a little confidence." Allen smiled and took out the first pot of gold he earned in this world.
With a slight swipe on the designated trading machine, a series of dazzling numbers immediately popped up.
moment!
The black marketeer and the guards around him had their eyes widened with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
You must know that the currency held by Allen is not the currency of small countries that continue to depreciate during wars, but the currency of the most powerful military organization on earth - Atlantic Federation.
The firmness of its purchasing power can be said to be unique on earth.
If they can earn this money, they can directly leave the war-torn North Africa and immigrate directly to the relatively safe Europe or North America.
nervous!
Excited!
Feeling that his heart was beating violently, the businessman forced himself to look away from the long series of numbers, raised his head and carefully probed. "Who are you? How come there are so many Atlantic Federation currencies?"
"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that I have proven my ability to pay, right? Remember, don't try to get by with some second-hand goods, or fake products. I am a very picky customer! If your goods do not satisfy me, then you have to think carefully about the consequences."
After that, Allen ignored the reaction of the black marketeer and turned back to the car, signaling everyone to get in the car and return the way they came.
Because this time, the types and quantities of the materials he wanted to purchase were so staggering that they couldn't be handled in just a secret warehouse.
So I don't expect to get the spot immediately.
With the ability of this black marketeer, it would take him at least one or two days, or at most three to five days, to get everything on the list together.
Watching Allen's group of cars gradually disappear into the distance, another man in his thirties next to him finally couldn't help but ask, "Boss, do you want us to send a few people to follow and kill them directly? As long as we have that money, we can leave this ghost place."
"Are you tired of living? Do you know what it means for a guy to have so much Atlantic Federation currency at this time? If you want to die, don't get involved with me!" the black marketeer cursed angrily.
In his opinion, the person who could produce so much Atlantic Federation currency at once 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 shady black marketeer like me can afford to offend.
What's more, Archangel is currently the focus of contention between the two warring parties.
If you accidentally get involved, ten lives will not be enough to kill you.
If nothing else, look at Eighth Fleet, which was completely wiped out not long ago. That is the best example.
After leaving the black market, the group of people parked their cars on the side of the road and found a restaurant to sit down on the slightly deserted street.
Cagalli, who was familiar with the local situation, casually ordered some barbecue, burritos and the like, as well as some sweet and sour drinks.
Unfortunately, the preoccupied Nataru·Bucky Lululu was not in the mood to enjoy exotic food. He just took a sip of the iced drink and then asked impatiently, "Allen, do you think that black marketeer is reliable? Can he really get everything on that list?"
"I don't know! Maybe he can, maybe he can't, maybe he will betray us for greater interests. But it doesn't matter!"
Allen said as he picked up the chili sauce and prepared to spread it on his portion of food.
Compared to yogurt, which has a weird texture and taste, he still prefers spicy chili sauce.
Cagalli undoubtedly noticed this and immediately raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Huh? I don't see that you have a pretty good taste in food!"
The words just fell!
She directly squeezed half a bottle of chili sauce onto the barbecue, then rolled up the pancake underneath, opened her mouth and took a big bite with a very satisfied expression on her face.
"Hmm - it's really delicious. Türkiye barbecue is best served with chili sauce."
It has to be said that Cagalli's straightforward and informal character is most vividly reflected at this moment.
Especially the way she eats, she doesn't have any "young lady" temperament at all. She is simply a complete tomboy.
Even Nataru·Bucky Lululu's mouth Kakuzu couldn't help but twitch slightly.
Although she usually shows a strong and serious look, she still retains the unique gentleness of women in her heart. She will not stuff things into her mouth rudely like Cagalli, and even chew loudly on purpose.
The accompanying guerrilla members had long been accustomed to the strangeness, and they all ate quite happily.
After all, they don't get such good food on weekdays. If they go to the city every once in a while, of course they have to treat their mouths and appetites.
Watching Cagalli's almost rude eating movements, Allen couldn't help but smile and shook his head, explaining in a polar voice, "What do you think North Africa's black marketeers do? They are just one The group is wandering around between the Earth Alliance and ZAFT Army. They will serve whoever gives them more benefits, so there is no need to worry about it. Even if the other party betrays us, it will only be after completing the transaction..."