"What? Our people were killed by the natives? How could it be? Are they all stupid? Don't you know how to avoid these natives?"

"No. 3, yes, I saw with my own eyes, the indigenous tribes are almost pouring out of the nest, and the black pressure is overwhelming, enclosing the entire passage, and it is estimated that they will not withdraw in a short time!" O'Neill said as he looked at the battlefield in front of him with a telescope.

"What about the Silver Fox, did they break through?" for Number 3, the point was to the left.

"I don't know, I didn't see his figure when I arrived, maybe he had broken out, maybe he had been torn apart by the natives, this is hard to determine, the only thing I know is that he didn't retreat the way he came!" O'Neal said after his eyes widened and he didn't see a figure to the left after looking around the crowd.

"Find a way to rush up, if the silver fox really breaks through, the strength here is not enough!"

In fact, from the perspective of the organization, he wants to die to the left, so that he has cleared a little obstacle for his future career, and at the same time, according to the meaning of No. 1, they must be allowed to see the person to the left, if they can talk about it and use it for the organization, then everyone will be happy, but if the left insists on standing on the opposite side, they will definitely not be soft.

Did they rush out, or were they torn apart by the natives?

For a while, No. 3 actually had a contradiction in his heart, he thought that if Xiang Zuo was torn apart by the natives, then it would prove that the organization had seen the wrong person, but in this way, he had some regrets, because he had always wanted to meet Xiang Zuo in person, to see who Xiang Zuo was, and what kind of person Xiang Zuo was so valued by the organization.

If Xiang Zuo is still alive, and O'Neill has proven that he has not withdrawn the same way, then it is inevitable to face Xiang Zuo directly, and then there will be a fierce battle, and the people of the organization that he can foresee will lose some of it.

"Has the scorpion been contacted?" said No. 3 was silent for a few minutes, then turned back to his men.

"Report No. 3, the scorpion's phone has not been answered, it is estimated that the phone has been lost!" said his subordinate cautiously.

This fake Matthews's real name is Scorpion, directly under No. 3, he is an active special officer of a certain country, good at assassination, disguise and small unit command operations, this time he was ordered to impersonate Matthews, he has never failed in his mission before, this time he met to the left, he was unlucky.

"If you can't get in touch now, then it means something, you tell you to go first and prepare for battle!" said No. 3 with a gloomy face.

Scorpion, although the ability is far from being compared with the left, but it is also the backbone of the organization, it is not easy to cultivate such a person, this is the end of the egg, but it is not the result he wants.

"Understood!" When his subordinates heard this, they immediately went out to make arrangements, if the scorpion was finished, it would be of great benefit to him, because without the scorpion, he would be the direct subordinate of No. 3, and it would be a great honor for him.

"Get up, go to your territory, and see where we should go!" Duan Wuya pinched the scorpion's broken wrist again, waking up the scorpion in pain.

"We're not dead yet, are we still alive?" the scorpion thought that the rollover just now was basically no longer alive.

"Yes, what kind of people are we, how can we die, but those brothers are estimated to be more than lucky!" said Xiang Zuo with a hint of a smile.

"Alas, in our line of work, it is a matter of time before he dies in battle!" To tell the truth, although the scorpion doesn't have much affection for his subordinates, but without these people, he will lose a talisman, and he will naturally be a little depressed.

"Yes, in our line of work, the heads are all borrowed, by the way, don't you see where we should go?" Zhou Chuyun asked with the steering wheel.

"The second fork on the left!" said the scorpion, glancing at it.

These seven or eight forks actually lead to the contact point, but after this fork passes, he is facing the strongest firepower deployment of the contact point, and of course he wants to lead Brother Zuo here.

"There is a situation!" After running for less than fifteen minutes along this fork in the road, you will see small sand dunes, and behind the small sand dunes is a mountain beam.

The desert has a lot of wind and sand all year round, and the temperature difference is huge, if the organization wants to camp here, it should be nearby, this point, Xiang Zuo and Zhou Chuyun can see it, but the strange thing is that there is no shadow of the camp here, not even a single figure.

Even so, Xiang Zuo already felt a strong killing intention, they should have been within the range of the organization, what about the people? Where have the people gone?

"Prepare for battle!" he said, pulling out his pistol from his waist and staring out the window, as he began to search for the figure of the other party.

"Understood!" the brothers agreed, and each took up his weapon, ready to fight.

After looking around to the left, he couldn't find the person on the other side, and suddenly said to the scorpion: "Matthews, where are they, can you tell me?"

"I—how do I know?" the scorpion actually knew very well in his heart, he had been recognized last night, and the reason why he was talking with his neck in hand was just to find a chance to jump out of the car.

"If you don't want to say this, then you tell me where Matthews is now, or what is your name?" A chill suddenly erupted in his left eyes, enveloping the scorpion's body.

The scorpion suddenly felt that it had been thrown into the glacier at minus forty or fifty degrees Celsius, and he couldn't even breathe.

"Ah......" The scorpion hesitated for less than a second, and then Duan Wuya's arm was torn off, and this guy was almost out of breath in pain.

"When you get here, don't pretend, everyone understands people, or I'll do an experiment, chop off your limbs and throw them out, and see if your people can shoot!"

"I don't understand what you're talking about, I'm Matthews!" the scorpion couldn't help but defend himself before he found a chance to escape.

"To tell you the truth, the real Matthews was cut JJ, and he won't pick up girls, understand?"

"Hmph, when you get to our territory, you are still so arrogant, I promise you won't even be able to leave a whole corpse later!" the scorpion roared with a hint of cruelty flashing across his face.

"You shouldn't be able to see the whole corpse that I don't keep!" said to the left, and a lateral student threw the scorpion out of the car window.

"Bang!" the scorpion was thrown into the yellow sand, and before it hit the ground, a low gunshot was heard, and the scorpion pounced in response to the desert, struggling twice, but could not get up.

(End of chapter)