Mysterious journey

Maybe he didn't know where Leiber was now, but as long as he was with this old friend, he should be able to stay safe for the time being.

Rosdam is the best at escaping and protecting himself.

Cohen walked to the window and looked out. It was dark outside, and he could faintly see the lights and firelights in the huts in the distance.

.

"Where is this?" he turned around and asked.

"The place where I was born." Rosdam answered, grinding the fireflies with concentration, as if they were the most precious treasures. "You're unconscious

For a long time, half asleep and half awake, I brought you back here in a borrowed bullock cart. "

"Are we safe? Now." Cohen was a little worried. Leiber was not an easy character to get along with. Although the man in black was torn apart by external forces,

Half, but Leiber still has unpredictable means and power. That man's will and body were simply incredible.

"Of course it's safe, until early tomorrow morning." Rosdam replied with a smile on his old face like a chrysanthemum.

"This village is no ordinary small village." He whispered. "It's the peace and quiet you're looking for."

"I can't understand, you mean supernatural forces? Here?" Cohen asked.

"I was born here and grew up here until I left. You will soon fall in love with it." Rosdam said with some profound meaning.

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next day

Snapped.

A green branch with leaves was broken off. He was in the hands of a strong and violent black man with short hair.

He put a leaf from the branch under his nose and smelled it carefully.

Hiss.

He inhaled deeply through his nose and made a hissing sound.

"Southern Cohen, you can't escape." The camouflage combat uniform on the black man's body was in tatters, with only one left.

Some strips of cloth were hanging sparsely on his body.

He held a black dagger in his hand, and from time to time he cut through the branches and weeds in front of him.

This is the inside of a very magical forest. Different from the yellow-green prairie outside, this is a continuous and somewhat undulating yellow-green forest.

.

Wow

Suddenly there was a crashing sound in the distance behind him.

Someone was shouting in American English.

Lei Bai lowered himself quietly, with only one pair of eyes exposed, and he burrowed under an arched tree root on the side, looking back.

"Hasn't someone already searched this direction? Why are you still coming here?"

"Don't worry about the orders from above."

"There are not many manpower now. I really don't know what the higher-ups are thinking."

Several men wearing yellow and green camouflage uniforms were searching here with guns in hand.

Lei Bai lowered his head and looked there from between a patch of grass.

He noticed that the clothes on these people's arms had a black eagle symbol.

"Nighthawk." He knew the sign.

Some time ago, he combined with other forces to severely damage this mercenary group.

"It seems that something new happened during the time I didn't go back." He understood clearly.

boom! !

Suddenly there was a burst of gunfire in the distance, and then the wild roar of a bison.

"Shit!! Kill it! Kill it!!" A voice shouted.

Bang bang! !

There were several more gunshots.

Several people patrolling here raised their guns nervously, but when they heard the roar of the cows, they put them down with a smile.

"This group of rotten people will be in trouble if they attract those people from the inspection vehicle patrol team again, can't they just be more worried?"

A black man spat, turned back from the direction of the gunfire, and suddenly found that the surroundings were eerily quiet.

There was a trace of vigilance and doubt on his smiling face, and his hand unconsciously raised the gun.

Click!

A big hand reached out from his throat like lightning and pinched it.

The body fell softly and was slowly placed on the ground while being supported.

Leiber spat and took some things he needed from the three corpses in the grass, including guns, water bottles, insect repellent, and some

Food and snacks to take with you.

He thought for a while, picked a person with a similar figure to him, quickly took off his clothes, and then put them on himself.

The body was lying in the grass and woods about half a man's height. There was no way to notice anything unusual unless you got very close and looked.

Leiber sniffed and continued to chase in the intended direction. Like a silent cheetah, extremely fast and silent.

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Gallon stood on a yellow-green off-road vehicle, holding a pair of binoculars in his hand and looking far into the distance. He changed into a close-fitting yellow jacket

He was wearing a green mercenary uniform with a black large-caliber pistol on his waist.

He was surrounded by mercenaries who were responsible for driving and bald heads.

Behind the car were four off-road vehicles of the same style, all of which were filled with Nighthawk's peripheral mercenary soldiers. Some were holding machine guns, and some were carrying machine guns.

People were checking rocket launchers, and someone even had a small mortar.

Several elite members of Nighthawk all had gloomy expressions on their faces, and they were all silently checking their anti-equipment sniper rifles.

"Carlo, are you aware of the search status of each unit?" Garen had already taken over the command of Nighthawk in place of Bald Head.

He was wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, and a screen of light shimmered faintly on the left lens of the glasses, which turned out to be a small display screen.

This is the latest research success. It can be a high-end microcomputer with functions such as video recording, photography, recording, short-distance communication, and Internet query information.

This tool is specially made by them, and the Nighthawk people call it Eagle Eye.

"Fortunately, everything is going well... there is something wrong." The voice came from an earphone connected to the glasses.

Garen raised his hand.

"Mark the location."

More than 20 people in the four vehicles all began to check their weapons and equipment, and the elites began to adjust and test their communication glasses.

A big fat man in a car even set up an aviation cannon that is only used on airplanes.

More than 20 people carry bombs and grenades, machine gun rockets, heavy machine guns and mortars, all the most powerful weapons that an individual soldier can master, all here

It’s all there.

After all, Nighthawk is a mercenary group on the battlefield. In addition to a small but elite beheading team, it also has an equally powerful and huge firepower set.

group. With just such a team of more than 20 people, all of whom are veterans who have experienced war, they have been able to capture a small city in a short time.

Town.

In Africa, such an army is already the top elite.

Not to mention that behind the four vehicles, there was an even larger mercenary team gathered by Nighthawk - a huge Nighthawk legion of hundreds of people.

They are all Nighthawk's peripheral legions. This time they are really at odds. Without the restraints of similar mercenary groups such as Black Knife, Nighthawk

Eagle spent a lot of money to temporarily hire these mercenaries who flashed across the battlefield.

Under the prestige of carrying the killing black knife, a large number of mercenaries actively participated. Fighting with a powerful legion can not only get a good commission,

It can also minimize your own casualties. Therefore, mercenaries have always liked to join the team of the stronger side. They are like grass on the wall

In this way, whichever side shows strength will flock to join that side. Therefore, on the mercenary battlefield, the most important point is not to show that you are stronger than you.

The opponent is weak, even if he is weak, he still has to be life-threatening and crazy to make others fear him.

Garen stood on the off-road vehicle at the front and glanced back at the three vehicles behind him.

The people on these three cars are the real internal members of Nighthawk, that is, the real members except the elite, and they have a certain solid relationship.

Department of people. And those people in the back are just here to fight with the wind.

"The location has been determined. A patrol team was attacked and three people died." Carlo's voice came from Eagle Eyes.

"Go in that direction."

Garen nodded. When he put on the military uniform, he unconsciously had a harsh and cold feeling about him.

"yes!"

The convoy began to turn and headed in the marked direction.

The team at the back, under the command of the front, divided into several teams to surround them and move forward.

Garen's eyes returned to a cheetah lying on a tree trunk not far away, and he looked at a large group of black creatures in front of him.

The convoy didn't drive long before a large herd of African wildebeest rushed out from the front.

Coo coo coo.

Countless black wildebeests neighed and ran sideways in front of the convoy, like a wide black river flowing on the yellow-green grassland.

Endless.

This kind of horse that looks like a cow has two curved horns. The difference between them and buffalo is that their face is very long and their body is thinner.

some.

But no matter what, when this creature rushes and runs, it is no worse than a car rushing towards it at full speed. Powerful.

The Legion's ranks had to stop temporarily.

"We should be catching up with that guy soon." The bald man touched the gauze covering his one eye and whispered. "Leiber wore our clothes, no?"

The person who passed us had a miniature tracking signal on his clothes, so he couldn't run away. "His expression was a bit hateful. His eyes were damaged by Leiber's own hands.

Stab the blind, in close combat.

"There's no rush." ​​Garen said calmly.

Suddenly he pressed Hawkeye's earphones and looked back to the side.

There, a soldier with a painted face walked over from the grass and stood beside the car. He was holding three small yellow things like embroidery needles in his hand.

, like an ordinary bamboo stick.

"Sir, I found three signal transmitters of the attacked soldiers nearby."

the soldier shouted.

Garen glanced at Baldhead, who punched the car door hard, making a loud bang.

"Is there any way to keep up?" Garen asked in a low voice.

"Satellite, with this weather, it should be fine." A ponytailed woman next to the bald head answered. "However, accuracy cannot be guaranteed."

"Do it." Garen nodded.

The woman opened the laptop, and after a dazzling screen flickering and crackling keyboard sounds, she turned the computer around.

Facing Garon and others.

"I can basically locate the approximate area, but the cost of renting satellites is too high, so I need authorization from my boss."

Garen nodded to the bald man, who stretched out his index finger and pressed on the computer fingerprint input device.

drop.

After a soft beep, the woman turned around the computer again and began to search intently.

"Although we can't quite find Leiber's whereabouts, there's still no problem with Cohen's specific location. He has a satellite phone on him

, we can locate his location through technical means. He had only used the phone not long ago. "The ponytailed woman explained in a low voice. "Lei Bai must be

After chasing Cohen, we just need to grasp this point. "

Garen nodded.

At this time, the wildebeest herd also passed by, leaving behind clouds of yellow dust.

The convoy moved on.