There are several red and yellow hot air balloons floating in the sky, with some symbols and words on them marking something.
Garen raised his head and stood at the corner of the street to look, but he didn't see much. The sun was too bright and the balloon was too far away, which made his eyes unbearable.
He was wearing an ordinary long-sleeved white T-shirt and dark black jeans. His strong figure and blond, fringed hair occasionally attracted curious glances from the black children around him.
Some dilapidated streets have white traffic lines painted on them, running horizontally and vertically. A few dirty cars slowly passed by, and the ground turned into a slightly black color covered with yellow and gray, which was burnt by the sun.
Waves of heat erupted.
At a glance not far away, you can see a cluster of old buildings, with a faint yellow color on the surface and obvious damage in some places.
Kaula, this is not a prosperous city in Africa, nor a famous tourist city, it is just a very ordinary and inconspicuous small city.
A group of black women carrying fruit baskets passed by the door of a small shop on the street. They were wearing local bright yellow long skirts and had jingling bone bracelets on their hands, talking and laughing.
Garen couldn't understand the language they spoke at all, but that 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 Cohen and the men in black organization should be near this city. Similarly, representatives of several other cultural relic organizations teamed up with Vincent and a mercenary group called Black Knife to invite people who have connections with Nighthawk.
The local representative of the original color group hopes that the two parties will mediate here in this city.
Mediation can be real or fake. This is actually an opportunity to test the potential power behind Nighthawk.
Garen came at the request, and the members of Nighthawk had completely hidden themselves. But he had never been in the habit of hiding. No matter what he did, he would do it openly and just crush him. Hiding? That was just a method for the weak. For those who have enough
He is so powerful that he will only choose to hide when he encounters possible threats.
Walking slowly along the sidewalk, Galen put on black sunglasses and glanced at the advertising banners and signs on the roadside from time to time.
There was a young black man selling cigarette lighters and other gadgets to him.
"Five yuan! Five yuan!" they shouted in proficient English. Maybe they just knew this sentence.
Galen looked at the other people in front and behind him. No one was selling to black people. Only customers who looked like they were from outside would encounter the same situation as him.
He was not familiar with this city. He didn't like it either. It was full of wild animals. Night cats and wild dogs roamed the streets from time to time. Some people had snakes coiled around their shoulders. Colorful birds stood there.
Gallon even saw a golden-spotted leopard sitting in a luxury car passing by.
It's so hot here, most people are either wearing short-sleeved shorts, a tank top, or a thin, almost transparent skirt.
Walking along the street, Garen quickly stopped in front of a bar. The bar had a curved sign with a strange green man's head on it, and there were red lights flashing on the side in broad daylight.
The door was empty, and almost 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 poured it into the sewer ditch.
Garon stood at the door of the bar and waited for a while, when he saw two black men in white shirts walking out. The two nodded politely to him and opened the door of the bar.
It was so dark inside that nothing could be seen, like a black hole with no bottom.
Garen glanced at the two of them and saw that the other person was grinning with white teeth, as if he was smiling.
"Boss, there is someone waiting for you inside." A black man whispered in American English.
Garen smiled slightly and strode into the bar. The door behind him was quickly closed. The bar was dark. The light-transmitting areas around the doors and windows were covered with black cloth, but it was very cool inside.
boom!!
Suddenly, the entire bar burst into incomparable light. The white lights lit up neatly in an instant, and the surrounding area suddenly became brighter.
"Welcome, welcome, dear Captain Nighthawk." An old man wearing a cowboy hat and big toad glasses came out. He was dressed in cowboy clothes, just like the American western cowboy in the movie.
The old man came out, stretched out his hand and pointed to the left. There was a group of people sitting there. They all looked like they had strong muscles. Tattoos could be seen on their arms and necks. Some of them lowered their heads and used a knife.
While manicuring her nails, someone crossed her legs and hugged the black girl next to her, raising and lowering her hands.
This group of people all have one thing in common, they all have a black knife tattooed on their bodies.
"The people with the black knife," the old cowboy introduced with a smile, "over there are the people from Vincent and the Bajiaohu." He pointed to a group of people sitting on the other side opposite the black people.
This group of people looks more like they have a variety of personalities, including company employees, vegetable sellers, bakery owners, lawyers, and nouveau riche. They are a little different from the Black Knife people.
A bit restrained and not very relaxed.
But no matter which side he was on, Garen could feel that people on both sides were looking at him carefully.
"Octagonal pot? Do you mean the eight largest cultural relics groups in Europe?" he asked.
"Of course, it's the octagonal pot." The old man did not introduce in detail which corner of the group he belonged to.
"I have never seen how mediation is done. Today I am here to see how the process is done?" Galen said frankly, spreading his hands.
"Since everyone is here, you are giving me the face of the old man and the face of the original color. Captain Nighthawk, why don't you be more cheerful and point it out clearly." The old man said with a smile.
After Gallon came to South Africa, he used secret weapons to distort his facial features as soon as possible, so these people could not find out his details. At most, they could only eliminate his identity through other channels, but it was
I don’t know what kind of power he represents behind him.
"It's clear? Didn't I come here clearly? What else do you want to know?" Garen asked, tilting his head.
"We don't have any major conflicts with your group." Vincent's representative stood up and shouted loudly, "It's just that your group wanted to expel us all as soon as they entered the situation. So as a weak party, we have no choice but to join forces to resist."
"Do you have the lucky stone clock in your hands?" Garen did not answer his words, but asked directly.
"certainly."
"Very good." Garen nodded, "I want to mediate. My request is very simple. Hand over the lucky stone clock, and my Nighthawks will have 80% of the treasure secrets obtained. I can do this.
never mind."
Wow...
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present could not sit still.
"Eighty? Hehe, let's see if you can take your life..." The man with the black knife suddenly sneered.
A strong black man took the lead and stood up, acrobatically playing with 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. I wonder if you can let me see it?" He walked up to Garen, and he was actually a little taller than Garen.
"Sniper field?" Garen knew that the Nighthawks had their own special tactics. They used long-distance sniping techniques to form an encirclement. The snipers in this encirclement could protect each other and snipe the surrounding opponents. At the same time, they could also be certain
Monitor the entire area to achieve unrivaled powerful sniping technology without blind spots.
Outside the bar, there were faintly seen street performers playing tambourines passing by. The rhythmic sound of drums could be heard clearly, accompanied by the sound of a man singing a weird tune.
Garen glanced around, and everyone's eyes were focused on him, as if they were waiting for him to change his decision or watch a good show.
The Black Knife and Nighthawk have always been the top mercenary groups that cannot be dealt with. The Black Knife is deeply rooted in South Africa, but the foreign Nighthawk took away the first place. They must be unhappy and Nighthawk was hurt. Such a good opportunity for them
No matter what, I will take action.
Originally, I was waiting for Garen to show his trump card, but I didn't expect that he didn't follow the steps at all. In this case, there is nothing to worry about.
Garen glanced at the men with black knives. Some of them had already begun to touch their guns. Some of them had sharp knives in their hands unknowingly and stared at him with a playful expression.
"Before that, I have another question that needs all of you to answer." Garen suddenly said.
"What's the problem?"
"Are all the people who besieged my Nighthawk last time here?" A smile suddenly appeared on Garen's lips.
laugh!!
In an instant, a black hole was punched through the head of a black man present, and he fell to the ground.
"Enemy attack 1!!"
The leader of the Black Knife suddenly thrust his arm towards Garen's neck.
Bang bang!!
There were two consecutive bullets, and his arm paused in the air as if sensing something, just in time to avoid the two bullets that shot through Garen from behind.
The black leader turned back, and two silver pistols appeared in his hands, and he hit Gallon continuously with bang bang bang.
This time there were no bullets to snipe him.
"Our people have discovered Nighthawk! Seize him and use him as a hostage!!" the leader of the Black Knife roared loudly.
The bar was in chaos, and everyone was looking for cover. Sofas, bar counters, tables and chairs were all used as cover to hide people.
Everyone was like bugs that had exploded their nest and disappeared in one fell swoop.
There was a crash, and a stray bullet hit the crystal chandelier, and the light suddenly went out.
Garen walked boredly in the bar. These people were just ordinary people. He was bored to the extreme. At the same time, he asked the other party to gather together on his own initiative, and then agreed to meet him.
Under the huge restriction of the original color, the other party obviously thought that they would not really take action, but unexpectedly, he really did.
The old cowboy man of the original color rolled skillfully behind the bar without saying a word or making any move. He was a sensible person and knew that since the other party really did not intend to give the original color face, the first thing he had to do now was to protect himself.
Bang bang bang!!
Small, sharp gunshots kept passing through the bar.
Garen was walking in the bar, as if he didn't care about being hit by stray bullets. He sat on a chair that was still intact, poured himself a glass of clear white wine, and didn't care what bottle it was. He just smelled it and drank it.
One bite.
The gunfire soon became shorter and smaller, and it was obvious that Nighthawk's men were being suppressed.
One of the guys from Black Knife suddenly rolled out of the sofa and raised his hand.
Bang!!
There was a gunshot.
Galen tilted his head slightly, and the bullet exploded a brown wine bottle on the wine cabinet behind him. Wine and glass shards flew everywhere.
When one of the glass shards flew past Garen, he flicked it gently. At a speed that no one could see clearly, the glass shard turned and pierced the black man's eyebrows accurately. (To be continued.