Maybe he doesn't know where Leiber is now, but as long as he is around this old friend, he should be able to stay safe for the time being.
Rosedam is the best at escaping and protecting himself.
Cohen went to the window and looked out. It was dark outside, and he could faintly see the lights and fires in the houses in the distance.
.
"Where is this?" he asked back.
"The place where I was born." Rosdam replied, he was grinding the fireflies intently, 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 ox cart. "
"Are we safe? Now." Cohen was a little worried, Leiber is not an easy character to deal with, although the man in black was torn apart by external forces
Half, but Leiber still has unpredictable means and power. That person's will and physique are simply unbelievable.
"Of course it's safe, before tomorrow morning." Rosedam replied with a smile on his old face like a chrysanthemum.
"This village is no ordinary small village." He whispered. "Here is the peace you want."
"I can't understand, you mean supernatural power? Here?" Cohen asked back.
"I was born here and grew up here until I left. You will soon fall in love with this place." Rosedam said with a little deep meaning.
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next day
Snapped.
A verdant branch was broken off with leaves. In the hands of a strong, short-haired black man full of hostility.
He put a leaf of the branch under his nose and sniffed carefully.
Hiss.
He inhaled deeply through his nose, making a hissing sound.
"Southern Koenna, you can't escape!" The black man's camouflage combat uniform was in a mess, leaving only one
Some strips of cloth were sparsely hung on his body.
Holding a black dagger in his hand, he cut through the branches and weeds blocking the front from time to time.
This is the inside of a very magical forest, different from the yellow-green prairie outside, here is a continuous and somewhat undulating yellow-green forest
.
Crash
Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the distance behind him.
Someone was shouting in American English.
Lei Bai quietly lowered his body, revealing only a pair of eyes, got under an arched tree root on the side, looked back,
"Hasn't someone already searched in this direction? Why are you still here?"
"Don't worry about the orders from above."
"There are not many people now, so I really don't know what the higher-ups are thinking."
Several men in yellow and green camouflage uniforms held guns and searched here.
Leibo lowered his head and glanced there from among the bushes.
He noticed that the clothes on the arms of these people had a black eagle logo.
"Nighthawk." He recognized the sign.
Some time ago, he combined with other forces to inflict serious damage on 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 gunshot in the distance, and then the wild roar of the bison.
"Shit!! Fuck it! Fuck it!!" a voice yelled.
bang bang! !
There were several more shots.
Several people on patrol here raised their guns nervously, but when they heard the roar of the cow, they put them down with a smile.
"This group of rotten people will be in trouble if they attract people from the inspection vehicle patrol team. Can't you worry about it?"
A black man spat, turned his head from the direction of the gunshots, and suddenly found that the silence around him was terrifying.
There was a hint of vigilance and doubt on his smiling face, and he raised the gun unconsciously.
Click!
A big hand protruded from his throat like lightning, pinched and twisted.
The corpse fell limply and was slowly placed on the ground by someone supporting it.
Leiber spat, and took some things he needed from the three corpses in the grass, guns, water bottles, insect repellants, and some
On-the-go food snacks.
He thought for a while, picked out a person who was about the same size as him, quickly took off his clothes, and then changed them himself.
The corpse was lying in the grass and woods as high as half a person, and it was impossible to find any abnormalities unless they got very close.
Lei Bai sniffled and continued to chase in the predetermined direction. Like a silent cheetah, it is extremely fast and silent.
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Garen stood on a yellow-green off-road vehicle, holding a pair of binoculars in his hand, looking into the distance. He changed into a close-fitting yellow
Green mercenary uniform, with a black large-caliber pistol pinned to his waist.
Beside him are mercenaries who are responsible for driving and have bald heads.
Behind the car were four off-road vehicles of the same style, all of which were full of peripheral mercenary soldiers from Nighthawks, some with machine guns, and some with machine guns.
People were inspecting bazookas, and some were even carrying small mortars.
Several elite members of Nighthawk had gloomy faces, silently checking their anti-materiel sniper rifles.
"Carlo, has the search situation of each unit come out?" Gallon has taken over the command of Nighthawk instead of Baldhead.
He was wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, and a layer of light flickered faintly on the lens of the left glasses, which turned out to be a small display screen.
This is the latest research success, a high-end miniature computer with functions such as camera, photo, recording, short-distance communication, and online query data.
The tools, they are specially made, and the Nighthawk people call this Hawkeye.
"Fortunately, everything is going well...something happened." 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 can only be used on airplanes.
More than twenty people were carrying bombs and grenades, machine gun rockets, heavy machine guns and mortars, all the most powerful weapons that a single soldier can master, here are all
have it all.
After all, Nighthawk is a mercenary army on the battlefield. In addition to the beheading team of elite members who are small but elite, they also have an equally powerful and huge firepower group.
group. With just a team of twenty or so people, all of whom are veterans who have experienced the flames of war, they have already been able to take down 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 cars, there was an even larger mercenary team assembled by Nighthawks - a huge Nighthawk Legion with hundreds of people.
They are all the peripheral legions of Nighthawks. This time they really broke their faces. Without the restraint of similar mercenary groups like Black Knife, Nighthawks
Eagle spends a lot of money to temporarily hire these mercenaries who flash across the battlefield.
Under the prestige of carrying the killing black knife, a large number of mercenaries participated enthusiastically. Fighting with a powerful legion, you can get a good commission,
It can also maximize the avoidance of own casualties. Therefore, mercenaries have always liked to join the powerful team. They are like weeds
In this way, which side shows strength, they will swarm to join that side, so in the mercenary battlefield, the most important point is not to show that you are stronger than you
The opponent is weak, even if they are weak, they must have a desperate madness to make others afraid.
Garen stood on the front off-road vehicle and glanced back at the three cars behind him.
The people on these three cars are the real internal team members of Nighthawk, that is, the real members other than the elite, who have a certain solid relationship.
Department of people. And those people behind are just here to fight the wind.
"The location is confirmed. A patrol unit was attacked and three people were killed." Carlo's voice came from Hawkeye.
"Go in that direction."
Garen nodded. Putting on the military uniform, he unconsciously had a sense of sternness and toughness.
"yes!"
The convoy began to turn, heading in the marked direction.
Under the command of the front, the rear team divided into several teams to encircle and move forward.
Garen looked away from a cheetah lying on a tree trunk not far away, looking at a large group of black creatures in front of him.
The convoy didn't drive for long before a large herd of African wildebeest rushed out.
coax coax.
Numerous black wildebeests neighed and galloped across the front of the convoy, like a wide black river flowing on the yellow-green grassland
endlessly.
These cow-like horses have two curved horns, but they differ from buffaloes in that they have elongated faces and thinner bodies.
some.
But no matter what, when this creature hits and runs, it is no less than a full-speed car rushing over. Powerful.
The legion's team had to stop temporarily.
"Should be about to catch up with that guy." The bald head whispered while touching the one-eyed gauze he had wrapped. "Rapoo wears our clothes, no
The man who passed us had tiny trackers on his clothes, and he couldn't get away. "He had a bit of hatred on his face, his eyes were the eyes that were touched by Leibo himself.
Those who are stabbed blind, when fighting in close quarters.
"No rush." Garen said flatly.
Suddenly he pressed Hawkeye's earphones and looked back sideways.
There, a soldier with a painted face came from the grass and stood beside the car, holding three little yellow things like embroidery needles in his hand
, like an ordinary bamboo stick.
"Sir, I found three beacons of the attacked soldiers nearby."
The soldiers shouted.
Garen glanced at the bald head, who punched the car door hard, making a loud bang.
"Is there any way to keep up?" Garen asked in a low voice.
"Satellite, it should be fine in this weather." A ponytailed woman beside the bald head replied. "However, the accuracy cannot be guaranteed."
"Do it." Garen nodded.
The woman turned on the laptop, and after a burst of dazzling screen flashes and crackling keyboard sounds, she turned the computer on,
Facing Garen and the others.
"Basically, I can locate the general area, but the satellite rental fee is too high, and I need the boss's authorization."
Garen nodded at the bald head, who stretched out his index finger and pressed it on the computer's fingerprint input device.
drop.
After a soft sound, the woman turned back to the computer and began to focus on searching.
"Although we can't find Leiber's whereabouts very well, there is no problem with the specific location of Kohenna. 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 ponytail woman explained in a low voice.
Going after Cohen, we just need to grasp this. "
Garen nodded.
At this time, the herd of wildebeest also passed by, leaving behind waves of yellow dust.
The convoy moves on.
(end of this chapter)