Maybe he doesn't know where Leiber is now, but as long as he is 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 are in a coma.
You have been here for a long time, half asleep and half awake, so 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 are simply incredible.
"Of course it's safe, before tomorrow morning." Rosdam replied with a smile on his old face like a chrysanthemum.
"This village is not an ordinary small village." He whispered. "Here is the peace you want."
"I can't understand, you mean supernatural power? Here?" Cohen asked rhetorically.
"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
Snap.
A green branch with leaves was broken off. It was held in the hands of a strong and violent short-haired black man.
He put a leaf from the branch under his nose and smelled it carefully.
Hiss....
Inhale deeply through your nose and make a hissing sound.
"South... Cohen, you can't escape..." The camouflage combat uniform on the black man's body was in tatters and tatters. There was 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 loudly in American English.
Lei Bai lowered himself quietly, with only one pair of eyes exposed, he burrowed under an arched tree root on the side and looked back.
"Hasn't someone already searched this direction? Why do you want to come here again?"
"Don't worry about the orders from above."
"We don't have many manpower right now. I really don't know what the higher-ups are thinking."
Several men in 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 united 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.
Bang!!
Suddenly there was a burst of gunfire in the distance, followed by the wild roar of a bison.
"Shit! Fuck it! Fuck 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. He 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 limply backwards 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. Guns, water bottles, insect repellent, and some
Food and snacks to take with you.
He thought for a while and picked a person with a similar figure to him. He quickly took off his clothes and 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 predetermined direction. He was like a silent cheetah, extremely fast and silent.
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Galen 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 suit.
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 some even carried small mortars.
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 instead 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, a high-end microcomputer that can have 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 the Eagle Eye.
"Fortunately, everything went well...nothing...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 debug 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 were carrying bombs, grenades, machine gun rockets, heavy machine guns and mortars. All the most powerful weapons that an individual soldier can master are 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.
Regiment. With a team of more than 20 people, each of whom is a veteran who has experienced war, it has been able to capture a small city in a short time.
Towned.
In Africa, this kind of 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.
All of them are Nighthawk's peripheral legions. This time they are really at odds with each other. Without the restraints of similar mercenary groups such as Black Knife, Nighthawk
Eagle spent a lot of money to temporarily hire these mercenaries who flew 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 their 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 that side. Therefore, the most important point on the mercenary battlefield is not to show that you are stronger than you.
The opponent is weak, even if he is weak, he must have the madness to risk his life. Only then can he be feared by others.
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.
Those who are related to the company. And those people behind are just here to fight with the wind.
"The location has been determined. A patrol unit was attacked. Three people died." Carlo's voice came from Eagle Eyes.
"Go in that direction."
Garen nodded. Putting on the military uniform, he unconsciously had a harsh and cold feeling about him.
"yes!"
The convoy began to turn and headed towards the marked direction.
The team at the back, under the command of the front, divided into several teams to encircle the front.
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 motorcade had not been driving for long when 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 less powerful than a car rushing towards it at full speed. It is powerful.
The legion's team had to stop temporarily.
"We should be catching up with that guy soon." The bald man touched the gauze for his one-eye bandage and whispered. "Leibo is wearing our clothes, no?"
The people who passed us all wore micro-tracking signals on their clothes, so he couldn't escape." His expression was a bit hateful, and his eyes were touched by Leiber's own hands.
Stabbing 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 hands.
, like an ordinary bamboo stick.
"Sir, I found three signal transmitters of the attacked soldiers nearby."
the soldier shouted.
Garen glanced at the bald man, 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 replied. "But the 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 back to the computer 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 just used the phone not long ago." The ponytail woman explained in a low voice. "Lei Bai must be
Go after Cohen, we just need to seize this point."
Garen nodded.
At this time, the wildebeest herd also passed by, leaving behind clouds of yellow dust.