After dinner the next morning, Song Jiyan went to contact the group of mercenaries he had found before.

Li Jiang was packing up his things, when Yinhe suddenly said: [Sir, Gu Shanzhong has tampered with Song Jiyan's computer. 】

She immediately stopped what she was doing: 【What did Gu Shanzhong do? 】

[He forged some information and emails on some social software of Song Jiyan, which can prove that Song Jiyan was corrupt and accepted bribes. 】

Li Jiang's eyes turned cold: [Successful? 】

【No. ] Yinhe said, 【Song Jiyan had already taken precautions, and all the account information about him on that computer had been cleared in advance, so the ones that Gu Shanzhong forged were not from Song Jiyan's personal account. 】

Li Jiang was not surprised by this result.

He had deliberately let Song Jiyan discover his actions back then, so it was impossible for him not to be on guard.

She told Yinhe: [Keep watching, tell me what happens again. 】

Song Jiyan was looking for a total of ten mercenaries, and the group had already prepared the parking lot and waited for them.

After getting into the car, Li Li, the lead mercenary, asked Song Jiyan, "Sir, where are we going?"

Song Jiyan didn't speak, but looked at Li Jiang.

Li Li felt strange. Before he could think about it, he heard the long and delicate girl say in a cold voice: "The northern battlefield, the south bank of the Nuohe River."

Li Li was taken aback.

That place is not a good place.

The car started driving and ran on the road for two days before reaching the destination.

Li Jiang also finally saw the barren place standing on the loess.

A long river with a width of [-] meters separates this place from the flames of war in the distance, but suffering is not afraid of water, they will cross the river bank to surround the poor.

Gravel is everywhere, and the front is always yellow.

Li Jiang stood at the entrance of the village, silent for a long time without words.

I came here just to find out the original owner's life experience, to help her realize her obsession, and to tear off Gu Shanzhong's disguise by the way.

But now, I really feel the sadness in my heart.

The place she lived in when she was a child was very similar to this. Even when the sun was shining, the naked eye still saw despair.

Can't change, and don't have the ability to change.

"Sir, there is a river in front of the village, and ten kilometers across the river is the war zone. It is a tribe that is relatively close to the war zone, so there are usually many soldiers from the war zone here. Be careful if we run into them after we go in," Li Li urged.

Song Jiyan nodded.

They walked into the village, passing one thatched cottage after another along the way, but rarely saw anyone.

Until the other side near the river, I saw many beautiful-looking women leaning in front of the door. They were not African-looking, and their skin was about the same color as the yellow sunlight above their heads. Several men with wicked eyebrows and big bellies came and went, pulling the women into the room. In the thatched cottage, there was a sticky and disgusting sound...

No one stopped them, and the bystanders looked indifferent, as if they were used to it.

The arrival of Li Jiang and Song Jiyan startled the group of people.

They are expensively dressed, incompatible with this absurd suffering, like those nobles who cover the sky with their hands in the city and spend a lot of money.

The women's eyes were full of starlight, their longing, longing, and greedy eyes kept falling on Song Jiyan, and their disgusting desires kept spreading around.

The men stared straight at Li Jiang, but they didn't dare to step forward because they were afraid of the man beside her.

Song Jiyan looked at this scene coldly, and a murderous intent arose in his heart that he hadn't felt in a long time.

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