The team for this aid to Africa is half male and half female, and many of them are experts in the field of infectious diseases.

In the hands of terrorist organizations, the infidels will surely die, the men will be killed, and the women will be even more miserable.

These are simply no different from madmen and devils! But Wu Yazhi did not dare to make any demands or questions at all, and the person sitting opposite him was the commander of the eastern region of the Hassha terrorist organization, the murderous executioner Garish.

"Let's go!" Sam got up and gave Garish a respectful chest-troking salute.

The three of them were about to walk out of the box, when the air in the room fluctuated, and a figure appeared leisurely, startling the eyes of several people.

"Where are you going?" Ye Fan had a sneer on his face, and released an extremely cold aura from his body, which made these terrifying leaders who killed people without blinking an eye also collectively froze, and even forgot to pull out their guns.

"You...... How do you ......" Sam covered his mouth, both eyeballs bulging out.

Wu Yazhi was getting up from his chair, and at this moment he staggered and almost fell under the table.

"I'm not dead, aren't you disappointed?" Ye Fan didn't make a move, raised his cold and arrogant chin, and slowly walked towards the table: "I didn't expect that I would find here, right?"

Sam's head shook into a rattle, he already felt the breath of extreme danger, this man could come out of thin air and find the place where they met, no ordinary person.

"Kill him!" Garish suddenly said something in the native language of North Africa, and the two attendants next to him immediately came back to their senses and drew two shiny desert scimitars from under their black robes!

This scimitar is popular in the desert regions of Africa, the handle is inlaid with precious stones, the blade is extremely sharp, and the special manufacturing process conforms to the mechanics of the swing, which can easily split the bones and even chop the back of a camel!

The two of them brandished scimitars and slashed at Ye Fan at the same time, with words in their mouths, their movements were brutal and ferocious, and their eyes revealed an extremely savage ruthlessness!

Ye Fan's face was expressionless, he raised his hand and swung out a sword qi diagonally, with a crackling sound, as if something had been cut, and then something fell on the carpet, and a few seconds later, the belated twisted screams filled this box, frantically destroying the ears of the remaining three people!

On the golden Persian carpet, the two severed hands were still beating, but the scimitars had already rolled off, and the two terrorists fell to their knees with their broken wrists in their arms, their eyes tightly closed in pain, and they howled in misery, and blood flowed all over the carpet.

Commander Garish's eyes were shocked, his face under the mask shaking uncontrollably, and his breathing was becoming rapid.

Ye Fan's indifferent eyes swept over Wu Yazhi, and he said coldly: "Wu Yazhi, you colluded with terrorists, looting refugee materials, not to mention, the crime of mutilating compatriots and killing people is enough to sentence you to death!"

"No, it's not, I'm being persecuted, I didn't take anything, you see...... I didn't ask for this gold......" Wu Yazhi's face was pale, there were strong men on the left and right, he was caught in the middle, and he was no longer human.

"There's no need to quibble, someone will clean you up, and you dead fat man!" Ye Fan had already thought of how to deal with the two of them when he came, as for the remaining three terrorists, he would not show mercy.

Garish was about to pull out his gun and fight while Ye Fan was speaking, but before the gun was taken out, his knees suddenly couldn't bear the pressure of the mountain-like force, his legs bent, and he knelt straight in the box!

Not only that, but he found that he couldn't move his hands and feet, his waist couldn't straighten up, and gradually he couldn't even lift his head!

Sam and Wu Yazhi next to him thought that Garish was frightened and wanted to kneel on the ground to beg for mercy, even the backbone leader of this terrifying terrorist organization surrendered at Ye Fan's feet, where did they still have half a bit of courage, Sam took the initiative to kneel on the ground, holding the wooden box in both hands, and offered his stolen goods that had not yet been heated.

Ye Fan didn't even look at him, kicked away a terrorist with a severed hand, came to Garish, raised his hand and pressed his skull!

At first, the two men looked like baptized believers, kneeling reverently at the priest's feet, but within a few seconds, Garish began to tremble, his whole body like a loose robot, shaking wildly, accompanied by the screams of Sishind, which lasted for a full minute!

The palm that pressed on the top of his head made several other people extremely frightened and did not dare to look directly, if Garish is the devil of North Africa, then this hand is the right hand of God who surrenders to the devil!

After getting the information he wanted, Ye Fan turned his head to look at Sam and Wu Yazhi, and without waiting for them to have the consciousness to dodge, he grabbed one with one hand, picked it up and teleported out of this box!

The moment he left, three slashes of sword qi slashed out from the void, splitting the three Hasha members in half!

In front of the No. 19 refugee camp, the crowd still couldn't kneel, Lu Qingyu walked over and tried to persuade them to get up, and called for a long time, including Mingluo, everyone was unwilling to stand up, so anxious that she was in a dilemma, and she didn't know what to do.

Two figures suddenly fell from the sky, like two sacks, and fell heavily under the noses of the refugees, scaring Qin Qiaoqing, who was close at hand, several steps back.

When everyone saw these two faces clearly, they found that these two people turned out to be Wu Yazhi and Sam!

"I'll leave it to you, don't kill them, and leave them alone for now. Ye Fan's voice floated in the sky, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Hearing the savior's words, Amin hesitated for a few seconds, and suddenly burst out loud, and the black-pressed refugees got up from the ground and rushed towards the two people frantically, and the inky tide instantly drowned the two figures......

Ye Fan didn't stop, launched a great teleportation, and fled in the direction of the Sahara Desert!

Ten minutes ago, before finding out Wu Yazhi's whereabouts, he first arrived at the concentration point of Camp No. 1, only to find that the doctors there had been taken away by the people of the Hasha organization, and he interrogated several local black doctors, and only then did he find out where Wu Yazhi and Sam had gone.

Now after dealing with these villains, the first thing he has to do is to rescue the rest of the medical team, for the sake of the same descendants of China, he can't see death without help, although those fellow doctors have no friendship with him along the way, but in the hands of African terrorists, the end will be miserable.

The Hasha organization was about 500 kilometers away from the nearest large-scale stronghold in Selassie, and Ye Fan didn't have much effort to touch this earthen city when it was dark.

This is an extremely dilapidated ruined city, the architectural style is very desert edge characteristics, the perennial wind and sand, those stone houses, earthen walls corroded to mottled land, strange shapes of ruins are dotted, as if the wind will blow will collapse.

Armed men with guns on their backs can be seen everywhere in the city, all of them are covered with black scarves, wearing all kinds of clothes, showing only two eyes, shuttling through the dirt roads.

Ye Fan stood behind a sandy wind rock, quietly observing the layout of this earthen city in the dark.

Torches lit up all corners of the city, and in the boxy mud and stone houses, a nest of armed men were gathering to make a noise, gambling, drinking, playing with women, and doing dirty things that would not be seen in sight. Several important entrances are equipped with tall towers, guarded by machine guns, and the fire is strong. There are even a few out-of-gas tanks in the city, and I wonder if they can be driven.

Ye Fan's divine sense swept to the square in the center of Tucheng and saw the prisoner of the Huaxia medical team who had just been escorted here!

More than a dozen people, divided into two teams, men and women, were driven to the square!

In a row, all of them squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, and the women were forced to stand up straight and be watched.

Torches lit up the square, and the seven women were tear-stained, huddled with their arms folded.

A pair of eerie eyes scrutinized them, and when the leader of the terrorists shouted at the top of his throat, a guy with a rifle walked over, stuffed the leader with half a pack of Arabic cigarettes, and took away the youngest and most beautiful, tearful female doctor.

After that, one by one, money, cigarettes, and alcohol were taken out in exchange for a woman, and the few female captives were quickly divided, and what awaited them was both physical and mental torture.

The rest of the male captives did not know what fate they would behold, and they all buried their heads in their crotches, trembling and frightened.

The leader and his subordinates discussed a few words loudly, pointed at one of them, and made a ferocious throat-cutting motion!

Two terrorists strode forward, one left and one right, and set up Wang Zeng!

"No, don't kill me, don't kill me! I have money, I have ransom......" Wang Zeng suddenly understood what they were going to do, and howled at his throat.

He never dreamed that he would die on the land of Africa, at the hands of terrorists!

A fierce murderer pulled out the Arab scimitar at his waist, a one-foot-long scimitar, which flashed with a strange cold glow in the firelight, and put it on Wang Zeng's shoulder!

In the next second, what awaits him will be a bloody decapitation!