The boss was so surprised that he didn't even know that the good cigarette had fallen to the ground. I refilled a cigarette for him and motioned with my eyes for him to continue.

Seeing that the boss lowered his head and smoked without saying a word, I had to pretend to knock my fingers on the glass on his counter in a different way.

"I'm on a secret mission right now, and my superiors have authorized me to catch anyone who doesn't cooperate with me. I mysteriously pulled out a document from my pocket and shook it in front of him. It was a captain's ID that I had stolen from the team that had taken Juliet back to the capital.

I shook my ID in front of him, and his eyes immediately found focus again, and he nodded at me. Although Guinea is a democratic republic, everyone knows that the president is nothing more than a puppet pushed up by the army.

Not only did I get the answer, but I also got fifty Guinean francs. Pocketing them and under the watchful eye of the boss, I left the grocery store. Now that I know about this notorious lair of human traffickers, then my life, including this big black man, will be mine sooner or later.

But I still underestimate the sin and greed that people hide in the depths of their souls in this land of Africa. Not long after I left, the shrewd and showy boss picked up the phone and hurriedly said a few words, and it wasn't long before the big black man who wanted to buy Meisha came out of a shop in the alley, and after being very careful to make sure that there were no suspicious people around, he went into the grocery store. Half an hour later, the big black man came out of the grocery store alone.

Back at the hotel, Mesha was sitting on the bed crying alone with Pooh in her arms. Seeing that I came back was no longer as enthusiastic and clingy as before, but looked at me cautiously with a pitiful look.

I hurriedly walked over and picked up Meisha, wiped the tears from her little face and asked, "Meisha, why are you crying?

Meisha shook her head and tucked her long, plump chestnut hair into my chest.

"I thought you didn't want me anymore. ”

What a lovely little angel, I picked her up and spun her around a few times, and then threw her up and down into the air. These few actions really made Meisha forget her fear just now, and giggled and cheered.

"Meisa, didn't I promise your God, I won't want you, haven't you forgotten?"

Meisha opened her big beautiful eyes and wrinkled her small and straight nose: "But I thought I had upset you, so you abandoned me and Pooh." A lot of people in our village are like that, when they don't have money to buy alcohol, they sell their children, I don't want to be sold, and I don't want you to leave me alone. ”

I held her tightly in my arms. This kind of insecurity that has accompanied Meisha for many years cannot be cleared away in a moment, and it can only be relaxed and believe in me little by little.

"Trust me, I won't abandon you and Pooh. This action and promise immediately made Mei Sha smile, and brought the little mouth in front of me again, I still handed her face as before, but I didn't expect her to pull my face hard, let me face her, and then, the soft little mouth kissed my mouth.

"Meisha, girls can't kiss boys' mouths. ”

"It's okay, you're mine, no, I'm your person, it's right to kiss. After Mei Sha finished speaking, before I could react, she kissed me twice like a bird. Only then did he lie in my arms and whispered: "I only want you, I don't want to miss my mother, I don't want to miss my sister, I just want you not to leave me." I've prayed to God, and that's what I want. ”

Meisha, who had relaxed, began to feel sleepy again, and her little head was dozing off, wanting to sleep but not daring to sleep. I had to coax her to go out and buy something and then go to a bigger city. He promised her God that he would not abandon her, and he put her to sleep.

Walking out of the room, I put the silk on the chest of an adult outside the room, so that even if Meisha opened the door, the position of the silk would not hurt her.

When I came to the second floor of the hotel and looked down, I happened to see the big black man walking outside, and he was eyeing a little black girl, about ten years old. These blacks generally only dare to attack people of color, and I was too far away to warn them, and just as I rushed down, the big black man was already running into an off-road vehicle with the child in his arms. At this time, the black mother who had lost her child was still chatting with a young woman with an interesting face.

When I saw the police who were deliberately turning a blind eye not far from the street, I knew that this big black man was probably the most famous local gang member, who had already bought off the police officers near this famous tourist hotel.

When it comes to tracking, I'm confident that as long as I want to track, I will never lose anyone. When I walked to the door of the hotel, the two women chatting found that the child was gone, and seeing that the police were hypocritically rushing over to inquire about what had happened, I just sneered, opened the car door and lit the fire, and chased in the direction where the off-road vehicle had disappeared just now.

It was a Ford's old-fashioned Road Shaker off-road vehicle, with 265/60R/20 tires, which were off-road tires and were more suitable for amplifying torque on muddy roads with a four-wheel drive system.

The roads in downtown Kangkang are muddy after the rain, and there are a lot of off-road vehicles on the streets, but in the eyes of people like me, who have undergone top-level professional training, the ruts of the Ford Shaker are very conspicuous.

The relatively tidy urban area is left behind after half an hour's drive, while the suburbs seem to be another world.

The messy streets are littered with garbage, and scrawny refugees sit lazily under low, leaky shantytowns playing poker.

Beggars who have been evicted by the police in the city are everywhere like weeds. In front of a few houses, children as young as seven or eight years old were chained and lying in their dens like dogs. When I heard the sound of a car passing by, I raised my head and looked at it blankly.

I was stunned by the scene in front of me, this impoverished shantytown was obviously not the location of the human trafficking syndicate, but these children seemed to be trafficked.

I put the pistol on my waist and cautiously got out of the car to look around, and walked over to the child in chains.

Before they could reach the children, a group of scrawny beggars appeared from the ground, holding broken plastic basins in their hands, and their eyes were full of anticipation and shouted in English: "Please give me money, please give me money, I need money." ”

Under these circumstances, I could not get close to the poor children, so I threw a dozen guinea francs into the air, and turned away while the beggars were looting.

I drove slowly forward and saw that there were even more poor children inside. The chains around their necks were wrapped around rags to prevent them from breaking their tiny necks. When he saw a car passing by, he just crawled out numbly and took a look, then turned back to his kennel-like shelter. One child's legs were neatly severed, and the other lost his left arm.

The beggars looting the bills behind me faded from the rearview mirror, and I got out of the car to get a closer look at the two tethered children in front of me. Before I could get there, several black men with cigarettes in their mouths rushed out of the room, staring at me with daggers in their hands.

I understood the fate of these children, but I was powerless to change it. I spread my hands and stepped back, indicating that I had no ill intentions. Then, under their fierce gaze, they hurriedly left the place.

Even if I kill them all, the children they maim will die here. They have lost the ability to live independently, and if they want to blame, blame themselves for being born on this land.

Further on, the road is getting more and more muddy, fortunately this time-sharing four-wheel drive is very powerful, although it is not fast, but this muddy road is very brave.

There are fewer rut marks ahead, and more and more heavy-duty large transport trucks appear, indicating that there are mines and other mineral deposits nearby. The more places like this, the more chaotic it becomes.

Further on, rolling hills began to appear, and a small village caught my eye.

It is a lifeless village nestled beside a small river in the distance. It's not far from the road, but if you want to get there, you'll be exposed on the only path leading to the village.

I estimated the distance, and from here it was about two kilometers from the village, which was a safe distance.

I slowly took the sniper rifle out of my backpack and assembled it, then squinted my eyes and began to carefully observe all the places around the village that could be used to hide the sniper. Now I don't dare to rely on my hearing that has not fully recovered, and I can only rely on my keen eyesight to observe.

Sure enough, in a grass hut at the highest point of the village, I spotted the reflective spot of the sniper rifle sight. Two kilometers away, I could only see a motionless figure lying on its stomach.

I pulled out my military monoculars and slowly adjusted the focus to focus.

This is a black sniper with little experience, lying on his stomach in a grass hut on a high place, wearing a Walkman headset and shaking his head and listening to music. The sniper rifle, which appeared to have been modified, was mounted in a gap in the wall panels of the hut, facing the only road in the village.

With this level of sniper, I was able to kill him ten times without a sound. I pointed my telescope at the lifeless village and saw that it was really uninhabited. Not only is it uninhabited, but there seems to be a strange uncomfortable feeling.

The ruts of the black SUV disappeared along the path to the village. Carefully watching the sniper, I pressed the gas pedal to the ground and sprinted along the muddy path.

As expected, the snipers hiding in the high ground thought I was a rookie and didn't snipe at all at the best distance. As I drove to the entrance to the village, I saw the barrel of the sniper rifle slowly moving towards me.

A "bang" gunshot hit the front tire of my car. This is a sniper with a cat-and-mouse mentality, leaking car tires to prevent me from escaping, and then slowly sniping me.

I just don't know, I'm the real hunter. And he's just a prey that can be killed at any moment.