Chapter 33: Bloodstained Gold Bricks (1)

Midnight. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the long street is like washing.

The bluestone ground was pale milky white, and a group of descendants were "babbling", happily playing ghost plays.

Two people sat on the pine staircase, one up and one down. Half of the moonlight entered through the window, leaning between the two.

In the darkness, the voice is particularly low, and the tail note drags out a long voice.

"Old Lu, when Nick told me Cortana's whereabouts, I was scared."

"Huh? Afraid of whom? Brother accompanies you for a while, afraid of a ****? ā€

"I'm not afraid of ****, I'm afraid of myself."

"Oh?"

"My first instinct was to give up on Cortana. As soon as thoughts arise, fear accompanies them. I don't know when it started, I no longer have friends, I don't know when it started, I used to look on the sidelines. ā€

"Normal, you and I are like this, and everyone in the world is like this."

"So please do me a favor."

"Say."

"I'm relieved that I'm here for you."

"Guitar? This is the root of your life, and you will never leave your body. What is more important than life? ā€

"...... Atonement"

……

Inferior leather cracks are vertical and horizontal, and plush plush fillings emerge from the cracks, floating like a flocculation, magically fixed in the air. A pair of hands with slender fingers and short, clean nails. These hands fiddled with the barrel, trigger, and magazine, and countless small parts were adjusted in his hands, and soon assembled into a G17.

The body of the gun is very old, and the friction is black and shiny. Shen Jing glanced at the crosshairs, which were filled with white fluorescence, and then inserted the gun belt under his armpit. Dismantling a P99 with a "click" sound, at least more than 5,000 rounds have been fired, the rifling is smooth, and what is hit from 20 meters away is nothing. Knowing its performance, he was half a minute at ease, pushed the magazine, and inserted it back into his waist to quickly draw the holster.

The backpack is held on the chest and contains survival equipment such as bullets, tinder, and first aid kits. Finally, he rubbed his cheeks vigorously, rubbed out a sickly flush, and pulled the hatch open.

The wind poured back, and it was bitter.

In front of me is a 10,000-foot blue sky, and the probe can see the clouds below.

The sun was blazing, and the sides of the wings were stained with afterglow.

The cab sticks out its head, its eyes are hazy, and its garlic-sized rosacea nose hangs a line of snot. The pilot pulled his long hair and yelled inarticulately, "Hi...... Brother, it's somewhere in place, I can't land, you know. ā€

Nick used his two arms and Cortana's whereabouts in exchange for his own life. He is only a weak link in the chain of interests, and he does not know many details. He picked up Cortana and sent Cortana away, that's all, unfortunately there was a problem in the middle, and Shen Jing was the problem.

Where did Cortana come from and what will happen to her? Nick had no clue.

Uwanggan, a small country in East Africa. Perennial wars and tribal divisions.

Ten years ago, two gold mines were discovered in the country, and the leaders of the largest tribes used brutal means to take possession of them, thus developing into what they are now. Dictatorship, extermination and slaughter, iron bowl control of the whole territory.

No one wanted to come here, so the plane circled back and couldn't land.

The driver scooped up the flat-spout flask, took two sips, and threw a parachute bag.

Shen Jing shook his head: "Thank you, I have." ā€

The driver laughed and spewed out a mouth full of wine: "In this place, the fleas are all second-hand, bring an extra spare." ā€

……

Shen Jing jumped out, the wind pressure was strong, and his lips rose uncontrollably. Dry your saliva instantly, and your teeth will be as astringent as wood wax.

"!!"

My heart was pounding, my blood pressure was rising, and I saw that the dark green canopy was becoming clearer and clearer. The parachute won't open......

After 28 seconds.

Shen Jing hung from the bread tree and thanked the pilot brother with tears in his eyes. Pray that God will bless him with a safe life and happiness for his family......

The trunk is thick enough for seven people. Shen Jing cut the parachute line, used his hands and feet together, and climbed to the ground.

Check your gear, look at the map, get your way, and get into the woods.

Before coming, Shen Jing used an old friend, an old friend to preach morality, and charged him 500,000 US dollars. Arrange the route, including guns and planes, as well as landing and connecting people. The connector can be a guide to help Shen Jing avoid unnecessary trouble.

Shen Jing had no money, so Lao Lu paid on his behalf.

An old friend, also Lao Lu.

The destination is the capital of Uwanggan, Kasari. In other words, there is only one city in the entire territory. The leader's name is extremely long, with birthplace, specialty, hobbies, official position, and wealth level, and he can't wait for the second aunt to join the name. Shen Jing referred to him simply as Baburu, the birthplace.

Baburu had nearly 10,000 troops, 70 percent of whom were used to protect the gold mines, and 30 percent remained in Casari. This is also part of the reason why there is only one city in the country, and there are no more troops available, and building a city is tantamount to giving it away.

An army of less than 10,000 people, with 28 generals. They are all Baburu's cronies and family members, and these people have their own agendas, and all of them are greedy for wealth and power. Coupled with the plundering of various tribes and rebels, it is not easy to keep two gold mines and a city.

Shen Jing is particularly fond of the name Baburu, because the person who picked up Cortana was him.

……

The sunset is like fire, the clouds are like dragon scales, half of it is blood red, and half of it is blue.

The grassland is connected to the sky, and the sky is connected to the grassland.

Shen Jing frowned, the land of Africa could not spend the night in the wild, and predators would treat him as dinner. He suddenly froze, leaned back against a baobab tree, lowered his body, and disappeared into the half-human-tall grass.

In the distance, there were sparse gunshots, and there were occasional "whoosh" screams.

A wisp of black smoke rose from the setting sun, and it was hot black.

Shen Jing had seen this kind of smoke.

Smoke !! burning corpses