Of course, Xia Ruofei didn't make a detailed plan, after all, Wadila was in turmoil everywhere, and the situation was changing every day, no matter how detailed his plan was, he couldn't catch up with the rapid changes.

When driving across Arulei, Xia Ruofei did not forget to tell Xia Qing to pay a little attention to the killers in the space cage through the telephony of his mind.

He is now busy with the affairs of the mercenary group, and he has no time to clean them up for the time being, and when he frees his hands, he doesn't know how many days it will take.

These people are locked together, and the probability of being suffocated is not large, but they can't stop eating or drinking!

So Xia Ruofei asked Xia Qing to look at it a little, if everyone was so hungry that they were about to die, they should throw some food and water into it appropriately.

Of course, he didn't forget to let Xia Qing warn those killers when he put the food, not allowing them to have disputes, it is not impossible for them to fight for food when they are hungry and crazy, and these are all murderous goods without blinking, if you really want to fight, it is normal to kill a few, these are all Xia Ruofei's free labor, and they worked hard to catch them into the space, even if they die, it is a loss.

However, with Xia Qing here, Xia Ruofei is also very relieved.

When necessary, using the invisible power of space to restrain those lawless killers is also a very simple thing for Xia Qing.

When Xia Ruofei drove to the western border of Arulei Kingdom, the sky was gradually brightening.

He still found a hidden place and put the car into the space.

He had to drive hundreds of kilometres in Wadira this time, and he did not plan to use the second-hand pickup truck he bought in Arure, but he expected to stay in Wadira for at least a few days, and it was very unsafe to hide it on the Arure border.

If the car is lost, Xia Ruofei doesn't care about the loss of thousands of dollars, but he doesn't want to be touched by people from the clue of the car, even if there is a slight possibility of arousing suspicion, Xia Ruofei wants to avoid it.

Therefore, after he ended his trip to Africa this time, he was also going to take the pickup truck away directly with space, and find an appropriate time in the future to throw the car into the sea when he went to sea, which would really completely eliminate the clues.

After putting the car into the space, Xia Ruofei did not rush to cross the border.

After all, it's dawn now, and it's not a good time to sneak across the border.

And from the time he attacked Basoko Town at night until now, except for a little rest at Basong's house the night before, he has basically been rotating continuously for the past few days, although he will not be physically unbearable, but his spirit is also tired!

So, after Xia Ruofei checked the handheld GPS, he walked to a border town ten kilometers away and found a hotel to stay in.

After tipping fifty US dollars, the innkeeper happily opened the room for Xia Ruofei without checking any documents.

In fact, trade in the border area is very active, even though Wadila is currently at war, but the border trade is still thriving, especially because the war has also spawned some gray trades, such as arms smuggling, which makes this border town look more prosperous.

People of all colors come to the town every day, and innkeepers are not surprised by guests who don't want to reveal their identities.

Of course, Xia Ruofei's $50 tip also played a very important role.

Xia Ruofei came to this border town this time, and changed another appearance - that Thai appearance has been used many times, out of prudence, this time through the means of disguise reconnaissance to change the complexion of the skin tone a lot, at the same time make the bridge of his nose higher, and his facial features have also been adjusted, looking more like a Eurasian mixed-race.

After he checked into the hotel, he had been resting in his room, and he had to take out some instant noodles and biscuits from the space to solve the simple problem.

Of course, after eating these convenience foods, he carefully stored the bags into the space.

After resting until ten in the evening, Xia Ruofei left the room and walked around the town briefly, and when it was dark, he returned to the hotel.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, Xia Ruofei turned off the lights, creating an illusion that he was resting with the lights out.

In fact, after a few moments in the dark room, he unknowingly climbed out of the back window and, under the cover of night, quickly left the town and made a quick advance in the direction of the border.

Because of the chaotic situation in Wadila, the border protection of the Arure country on this side is relatively tight, mainly to prevent a large number of refugees from crossing the border.

The economy of Arure itself is very backward, and if a large number of refugees pour in at once, it will not be able to feed at all.

Of course, those who fled because of the war will not flee in the direction of Arulei unless they have to.

Xia Ruofei carefully bypassed several waves of patrol guards, and after staying away from the border town, the defense was indeed loosened a lot, but a long barbed wire fence was built along the border line, and it seemed that it was still electrified.

This kind of barbed wire can have a blocking effect on ordinary people, and for Xia Ruofei, it is naturally nothing.

With a slight kick on the soles of his feet, his figure rose from the ground, lightly over the barbed wire wall, and then quickly disappeared into the vast night.

Xia Ruofei ran forward in the dark night, and at the same time released his spiritual power to scatter and probe around—after crossing the border, it meant entering the combat zone, and he had to be very careful.

At present, the government forces and rebels are mainly concentrated in the central area of Wadira, and the area bordering Arure is generally stable, and there is no large-scale fighting, so Xia Ruofei did not encounter much danger along the way, and encountered several patrols of the border guards of the Wadira government, all of which avoided in advance after being detected by mental power.

Xia Ruofei only roughly determined a direction, and then kept moving forward at a high speed, he used this state of high-speed running, and walked forward for a full hour, almost thirty kilometers.

I have to say that the physical strength of a cultivator is indeed extremely powerful, let alone running in this kind of terrain for ordinary people, even if it is on a flat road, it is impossible to run so far in an hour.

Of course, Xia Ruofei didn't run forward stupidly, this side to the Boeta area where the Mode Mercenary Group has been active recently, at least seven or eight hundred kilometers, he can't run all the time, he must get a car first.

Therefore, after Xia Ruofei stayed away from the border area at the junction of Arulei and Wadila, he found a hidden depression to hide in, sat cross-legged on the ground, and took out a piece of Yuan Crystal to start cultivating, and by the way, he also recovered his physical strength and mental strength.

The night was peaceful.

Wadila is a vast country, with vast wilderness areas on the border with Arure, and no one is free to wander around here at night.

When the sky was slightly bright, Xia Ruofei had already set off.

He wears a plaid shirt and army-green vest, gray cargo pants and high-top outdoor boots, a backpack and a DSLR camera on his chest.

This is the identity that Xia Ruofei set for himself during the Wadila event - war correspondent.

Freelance war correspondents, to be precise.

In many war-torn areas, there are a large number of active war correspondents, some of whom do not belong to any news organizations, but who are free to cover war-torn areas, obtain first-hand news materials, and sell them to major news organizations.

Some of these people are dreaming of journalism, while others are making a living from it, and regardless of the purpose, the objective situation is that there are a large number of freelance war correspondents who are active in various hot spots every day.

These people are really fighting for their lives, and there are many casualties every year - kidnapped and beheaded by extremist groups, hit by stray bullets, killed by various accidents or diseases......

These freelance war correspondents come from all over the world, and Xia Ruofei will not attract attention at all when he uses such an identity to operate in the warring zone.

He walked on an improvised road with a camera bag and a camera on his back.

The handheld GPS showed that about fifteen kilometers ahead, there was a small town controlled by government troops, and Xia Ruofei was ready to see if he could get a car after he got there.

Xia Ruofei turned his back to the morning sun and walked along this improvised road towards the west.

After walking about four or five kilometers, Xia Ruofei heard the sound of a car engine behind him, and he gave way to the side of the road a little - this simple road is not too wide.

A dusty Ford SUV drove up from behind, but instead of going away, it slowed down and honked its horn twice.

Xia Ruofei turned his head to look, and a white man with messy hair and a stubbled beard poked his head out of the car window and shouted, "Hey, buddy, do you want a ride?"

Xia Ruofei was stunned for a moment, and there are such enthusiastic people?

However, he was not afraid that the other party had other plans, so he nodded with a smile and said, "Thank you!"

The white man with messy hair stopped the car, and Xia Ruofei opened the co-pilot's door and sat down.

He saw that the back seat of the car was stacked with all kinds of photographic equipment, including lenses of various sizes, several DSLR cameras, a portable workstation dedicated to video, and a drone.

Xia Ruofei immediately understood that this person was probably also a war correspondent, but his equipment was much more complete than that of his own fake reporter.

The white man introduced himself as he drove, "Dude, you're a war correspondent too?"

Xia Ruofei said with a smile: "Yes, my name is Yan Nasen, and I haven't been doing this for long time. Brother, what do you call it?"

The white man wriggled to the music in the car and said, "Just call me Tony!"

Hearing this name, the first thing that came to Xia Ruofei's mind was the "Teacher Tony" who was snorting and doing hair in the washing, cutting and blowing shop, and strongly recommended a membership card, and couldn't help but show a smile.

Tony is also relatively good at talking, chatting with Xia Ruofei non-stop along the way.

Xia Ruofei was more coping with it out of prudence, and didn't say too much to Tony.

However, in such a small talk, Xia Ruofei also got a lot of information.

Tony's destination is the town of Dika about ten kilometers ahead, which is the town where Xia Ruofei wants to find a car.

Tony had received information that there seemed to be rebels operating in the town of Dika these days, and he wanted to rush over to get first-hand information.

In addition, the situation in Wadila seems to be becoming more and more tense recently, and the rebels have hired a number of international mercenaries into the battlefield, these mercenaries are well-equipped and experienced in combat, and the government army is no match at all for the same number.

The commission of the mercenary group must be very expensive, and the rebels can operate so lavishly, it is estimated that there are foreign forces behind it, and the purpose is naturally to overthrow the government of Wadira.

Xia Ruofei also learned from Tony that there were indeed several mercenary groups active in the Boeta area, and the local government forces were also retreating, and the battlefield had advanced further east.

From the place where Xia Ruofei got into the car, it was only about ten kilometers to Dika Town, and the town in front of him was already far away after a while.

Tony parked his car in the small square at the entrance of the town and said with a smile, "Dude, I can only take you here, and then I need to find interview material!"

"Thank you very much!" Xia Ruofei said.

"Good luck!" Tony smiled, "I don't know how long this damn war will last, remember, life comes first, don't work too hard for work." ”

Xia Ruofei could feel Tony's kindness, and said with a smile: "Okay, you are the same, good luck Tony!"

"Goodbye!" Tony grinned at Xia Ruofei after Xia Ruofei got out of the car, waved his hand and drove away.

Xia Ruofei walked slowly on the streets of the town with his bag on his back.

The town is quiet in the morning, as if the haze of war has not been touched here, some shops are already open, and the pedestrians on the road seem to be very relaxed.

Xia Ruofei walked and observed left and right, hoping to find a second-hand car dealer or car rental dealership.

He didn't want to be too long here, and once he got the car, he had to travel west to the Poeta area as soon as possible.

Xia Ruofei saw a trading house and walked over, usually there are people in this kind of place who understand English, he wants to ask where he can rent a car in the town.

Just then, a violent explosion rang out, shattering the silence of the town.

The people on the street were stunned by the sudden explosion, and it took a few seconds for screams and cries to fill the street.

When the explosion occurred, Xia Ruofei almost subconsciously dodged to find a cover, and then his spiritual power was quickly released.

He soon discovered that there were no armed men operating nearby, and that the explosion had taken place about two hundred meters away in a café that was already in shambles.

Xia Ruofei's mental power detected that near the café, there was a Ford off-road vehicle parked, which was the one that Tony drove just now.

Although there was no frontal attack, the glass of the Ford SUV was completely shattered under the blast wave of the explosion.

Xia Ruofei couldn't help but stare at him, his figure flashed out of his hidden place, and he ran quickly in the direction of the café.

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