There are several red and yellow hot air balloons floating in the sky, and what symbols are used to mark something on them.
Garen stood at the corner of the street with his head up and looked at it. He didn't think much of it. The sun was too bright, and the balloon was too far away, making it unbearable for the eyes to shake.
He was wearing an ordinary long-sleeved white T-shirt and dark black jeans. His strong figure and blond fringed hair attracted the curious look of the black children around him from time to time.
Some dilapidated streets are painted with white traffic lines, which pass horizontally and vertically. A few dirty cars drove by slowly, and the ground was covered with a yellowish-gray blackish color, scorched by the sun and steamed with waves of heat.
Not far away, at a glance, there are all old buildings and mansions, the surface is faintly old yellow, and some places are obviously damaged.
Kaura, this is not a bustling city in Africa, not a famous tourist city, but a very ordinary and inconspicuous small city.
A group of black women with fruit baskets passed by the door of a small shop on the street. They were wearing bright yellow dresses unique to the local area, with jingling bone bracelets on their hands, talking and laughing.
Garen couldn't understand the language they spoke at all, but it didn't matter. He glanced at the sun in the sky before getting off the train. It should be no more than twelve o'clock now.
The whereabouts of Koenna and the men in black organization should be near this city. Similarly, representatives of several other cultural relic organizations, together with Vincent and a mercenary named Black Knife, invited out their relationship with Nighthawk The local representative of the original color group is okay, and I hope that the two sides can mediate in this city.
Mediation can be true or false, and this is actually an opportunity to test the hidden forces behind Nighthawk.
Garen came here at the appointment, and the members of Nighthawk had been completely concealed, but he had never had the habit of hiding. No matter what he did, he was aboveboard and directly crushed. hide? That's just the means of the weak. For him who has enough power, he will only choose to hide when he encounters a possible threat.
Walking slowly along the sidewalk, Garen put on black sunglasses and glanced at the advertising banners and signs on the side of the road from time to time.
Some black boys hawked cigarette lighters and other gadgets at him.
"Five yuan! Five yuan!" They shouted in proficient American English, maybe they just knew that sentence.
Garen looked at the other people in the front and back. No one hawked to them if they were blacks. Only customers who seemed to be from other places would encounter the same situation as him.
He is not familiar with this city, and he doesn't like it here. There are wild animals everywhere. Night cats and wild dogs run across the streets from time to time. Some people have snakes on their shoulders, and colorful birds stand on them.
Garen even saw a golden spotted leopard sitting in a luxury car passing by.
It's too hot here, and most people are either short-sleeved shorts, or simply a vest, or a thin, almost transparent skirt.
Going along the street, Garen quickly stopped in front of a bar. The bar had a curved signboard with a strange green head painted on it, and there were red lights shining beside it in broad daylight.
The door was deserted, and no one could be seen coming in or out. Only a little guy came out of the side door with a basin of water and dumped it in the sewer ditch.
Garen stood at the door of the bar and waited for a while, when he saw two men in black and white shirts coming out, they nodded politely at him, and opened the door of the bar.
It was so dark inside that nothing could be seen, like a bottomless black hole.
Garen glanced at the two of them, and saw that the other was grinning with white teeth, as if he was smiling.
"Boss, someone is waiting for you inside." A black man whispered in American.
Garen smiled slightly, and strode into the bar. The door behind him was quickly closed, and the bar was completely dark. The places where the doors and windows were exposed to light were covered with black cloth, but it was cool inside.
boom! !
Suddenly, the whole bar burst into incomparable light. The white light lights up neatly in an instant, and all the surroundings are brightened in an instant.
"Welcome, welcome, dear Captain Nighthawk." An old man wearing a cowboy hat and big toad glasses came out. He was completely dressed in cowboy clothes, just like a cowboy in the American West in the movie.
The old man came out and pointed to the left side. There was a group of people sitting there, all of them looked muscular. Tattoos could be seen on the arms and necks. Some people lowered their heads and used a knife. While manicuring her nails, someone crossed her legs and put her arms around the black girl beside her.
This group of people all have one thing in common, they all have a black knife tattooed on their bodies.
"The people with black knives." The old cowboy introduced with a smile, "there are people with Vincent and the octagonal pot over there." He pointed to a group of people sitting on the other side of the black people.
This group of people seems to have all kinds of personalities, company employees, vegetable sellers, bakery owners, lawyers, nouveau riche, all kinds of people, they are a little different from the black knife, Some restraint, not very casual.
But no matter which side he was on, Garen could feel that people on both sides were scrutinizing him.
"Octagonal pot? Do you mean the eight largest cultural relic groups in Europe?" He asked.
"Of course, it's the octagonal pot." The old man didn't introduce in detail which corner of the group he belonged to.
"I've never seen how mediation is done, today I just came to see how the process is done?" Garen said frankly, spreading his hands.
"Since everyone has come here, it's also for my old man's face, for my original color, Captain Nighthawk, you might as well be quicker and make it clear." The old man said with a smile.
After Garen came to South Africa, he immediately distorted his face and appearance with secret weapons, so these people couldn't find out his details at all. At best, he can only rule out his identity through other channels, but he doesn't know what power he represents behind him.
"It's clear? Didn't I just come here knowing it? What else do you want to know?" Garen asked with his head tilted.
"We don't have any major conflicts with your group." Vincent's representative stood up and said loudly, "It's just that your group wants to expel us as soon as it enters the game, so as the weaker side, we have no choice but to join forces to resist."
"The lucky stone clock is in your hands?" Garen didn't answer him, but asked directly.
"certainly."
"Very good." Garen nodded, "To mediate, my request is very simple, hand over the lucky stone clock, and the Nighthawks will have 80% of the treasure secrets obtained. I can just leave it at that never mind."
Wow.
As soon as these words came out, all the people present couldn't sit still.
"Eighty? Hehe, it depends on whether you have this life." The man with the black knife suddenly sneered.
A strong black man in the lead stood up, acrobatically juggling a sharp knife in his hand.
"The first person to break the rules will be punished."
"Hey, I heard that the sniper range of the Nighthawks is invincible on the African battlefield. Could you let me see it?" He walked up to Garen, who was actually a little taller than Garen.
"Sniper field?" Garen knew that the Nighthawks' own special tactics used long-distance sniping techniques to form an encirclement. The snipers in this encirclement could protect each other and kill the surrounding opponents. At the same time, it can also monitor the entire area to a certain extent, achieving a powerful and unparalleled no-dead-angle sniper technology.
Outside the bar, street performers beating tambourines passed by faintly at this time, and the rhythmic drum beats came in clearly, accompanied by the men singing in weird tunes.
Garen glanced around, and everyone's eyes were on him, as if they were waiting for him to change his decision, or to watch a good show.
The Black Knife and the Nighthawk have always been the top mercenary groups that are at odds with each other. The Black Knife is deeply rooted in South Africa, but the foreign Nighthawk took the first place. They must be upset. The Nighthawk was injured. Such a good opportunity for them Anyway, it will work.
Originally, he was waiting for Garen to show his cards, but he didn't follow the steps at all. If this is the case, there is nothing to worry about.
Garen glanced at the man with the black knife. Some of them had already started touching their guns, and some of them unknowingly had extra sharp knives in their hands, staring at him jokingly.
"Before that, I still have a question for all of you to answer." Garen said suddenly.
"what is the problem?"
"Have all the people who besieged my Nighthawk last time arrived?" Garen smiled suddenly.
laugh! !
In an instant, a blood hole was pierced between the eyebrows of a black man present, and he fell to the ground.
"Enemy Attack 1!!"
The head of the black knife slammed his arm towards Garen's neck.
bang bang! !
With the sound of two bullets in a row, his arm paused in the air as if sensing it, just in time to avoid the two bullets that shot in from behind Garen.
The black leader flipped back, and with two extra silver pistols in his hands, he shot Garen with bang bang bang.
This time there were no bullets sniping at him.
"Our people have found Nighthawk! Take him hostage!!" The leader of the black knife roared loudly.
The bar was in chaos, and everyone was looking for a cover at this time. The sofa, bar counter, tables and chairs were all used as a cover to hide people.
Everyone was like a bug whose nest had exploded and disappeared without a trace.
With a bang, a stray bullet hit the crystal chandelier, and the light went out with a bang.
Garen walked in the bar boringly. These people were just ordinary people. He was also extremely bored. At the same time, he also asked the other party to actively gather together, so he agreed to meet the other party.
Under the huge constraints of the original color, the other party obviously thought that they would not really do it, but unexpectedly, he did.
The original-colored cowboy old man rolled skillfully behind the bar without making a sound or moving. He is a sensible person, knowing that since the other party really doesn't intend to give Yuan Color face, the first thing he has to do now is to protect himself.
bang bang bang! !
Subtle and sharp gunshots continued to pass through the bar.
Garen strolled in the bar, as if he didn't care about being hit by a stray bullet. He sat on a chair that was still in good condition, poured himself a glass of clear white wine, no matter what bottle it was, sniffed it, and drank it a mouthful.
The gunshots soon became shorter and smaller, and it was obvious that Nighthawk's men were being suppressed.
One of Heidao's men rolled out of the sofa suddenly, raising his hand.
Boom! !
There was a shot.
Garen tilted his head slightly, and the bullet exploded a brown wine bottle on the wine cabinet behind him, and the wine and glass shards flew everywhere.
When one of the glass shards flew past Garen, he flicked it lightly. At a speed that no one could see clearly, the glass shards turned around and precisely pierced into the black man's eyebrow.
(end of this chapter)