Traffic
After chatting and joking for about an hour, Li Bai's satellite phone suddenly rang.
Someone was calling.
"Hello!~"
Li Bai picked up the satellite phone and walked over to the café's glass curtain wall.
That was the one downside of satellite phones: indoors, the signal quality became very poor. It was only stable in the open air.
Sometimes bad weather could also affect the stability of the signal.
A moment later, he put down the phone and walked back.
"Are they almost here?"
Sun Nanzheng was about to pick up his luggage, assuming the car coming to pick them up had nearly arrived.
"No, no. There's a gunfight in the city center. The Chinese Embassy's car is stuck on the road and can't get through for now. They told us to find somewhere to wait."
Li Bai shook his head.
Gunfire was popping off in the streets. The embassy's car wasn't an armored vehicle, so naturally it couldn't get through.
They could only continue waiting.
"Fuck!" Sun Fatty was dumbfounded.
When they were in Huaxia, where would they ever have run into something like this?
Reporter Ximen said to Old Hei, "Chaka, looks like you'll have to wait too."
Old Hei's cousin still hadn't sent any word. He was probably stuck on the road in the gunfire just like the people from the Chinese Embassy.
The moment he finished speaking, two military jeeps pulled up one after the other outside the Seafarer Café. Several black soldiers armed to the teeth got out.
The half-open jeeps were also fitted with heavy machine guns and large ammunition boxes.
The atmosphere inside the café suddenly grew tense.
This was a port, not a military camp. A group of armed soldiers had suddenly shown up, and there weren't many of them. They might