There were several corpses lying near this off-road vehicle, and with Zhuang Zheng's eyes, except for the two charred corpses, the other two corpses could no longer be called complete people. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Damn, this kind of large-caliber heavy machine gun has been used, these African militants are really too brutal." Because the corpse, which could not see the whole body, should have been torn to pieces by a large-caliber machine gun.

Zhuang Zheng endured his nausea and continued to look at the situation in the middle of the convoy, the person who called for help should be inside.

The sand dunes at Zhuang Zheng's location are significantly higher than the convoy, so it is clear to see the situation in the convoy.

At this moment, a group of people wearing desert gilly suits were leaning against the back of the car, and many people hugged each other in horror.

And those lying on the car are obviously guards, judging from the skin color of these guards, they should be some local blacks, and the object of their protection is a group of yellow-skinned and black-haired men and women.

After looking at the attacked side, Zhuang Zheng looked in the direction of the guards and guards, and saw that under a dune gap about 200 meters away from the convoy, several armed vehicles converted from "Toyota" pickup trucks were parked at this moment.

The weapons on the pickup truck were also controlled by a group of black men, but Zhuang Zheng, who had excellent eyesight, saw several blond-haired Europeans discussing something in the back of the pickup truck.

"Damn, it's these foreign devils behind their backs." Seeing this situation, Zhuang Zheng took a sip, but at this time he did not act.

Because the large-caliber machine guns on those armed pickups are still extremely threatening, with Zhuang Zheng's current cultivation, he can avoid it if he shoots a single shot, but if several machine guns shoot at him continuously, even if his speed is several times faster, he will be hit.

And if this large-caliber machine gun hits Zhuang Zheng at such a close range, he can't resist it with the best defensive magic weapon on his body now, so Zhuang Zheng doesn't dare to save people so recklessly, it is completely looking for death.

In addition, the reason why Zhuang Zheng is not in a hurry for the time being is that these attackers probably want to live, otherwise they will definitely not be able to resist their attacks with the pitiful firepower of the AK47 in the hands of the guards.

Seeing the disparity in firepower between the two sides, Zhuang Zheng thought for a while, and it seemed that the solution to the problem was not how to save people at all, but how to drive away these attackers.

Of course, the safest thing is to turn around and leave, if the attacked convoy is a foreigner, Zhuang Zheng will definitely do it, but the red flag fluttering on the convoy, as well as the few yellow-skinned and black-haired trapped people, make Zhuang Zheng not do anything to escape from the battle anyway.

Zhuang Zheng turned around and slipped down the sand dunes, looked at the terrain on GPS, and then Zhuang Zheng took stock of the magic weapons he had picked up from the secret realm of Nuwa, and he had a plan in his heart.

First of all, Zhuang Zheng turned his body and bent down at ghostly speed to the sand dunes behind the attackers.

It is estimated that these people are too confident, and there is no guard behind them, which gives Zhuang Zheng an opportunity.

Climbed lightly to the top of the sand dune and poked his head out to take a look.

In all, there were about 16 of the attackers - four whites and 12 armed blacks.

Four of the armed blacks operated heavy machine guns on four armed pickup trucks, vigilantly aiming at the convoy.

Beside each of them was an armed black man, holding an AK47 in his hand, also aiming ahead.

The remaining four black men were lying on the front of the pickup trucks, the doors open, and they were supposed to be the drivers of the pickup trucks.

At this time, the four white men were still discussing something, and they saw one of them with a big nose muttering into the satellite phone in a language that Zhuang Zheng did not understand.

Just when Zhuang Zheng was wondering about the identities of these people, the hook nose who hung up the phone suddenly stood up, came to the back seat of the pickup truck, took out a megaphone from it and began to shout to the convoy.

"Listen to the Chinese people on the other side, I don't want your lives, as long as you hand over that thing, I can send you back to China safely, and you don't have to resist uselessly, after all, that thing doesn't belong to your country, why bother to kill those things outside your body......"

Zhuang Zheng was very surprised by this hooked nose shout, a foreigner with blonde hair and a high nose was able to speak such smooth Chinese.

Of course, the content of what this "Hua Guotong" said also made Zhuang Zheng understand the reason for the matter, it seemed that there was something they wanted in the convoy opposite, so these foreigners resorted to this kind of banditry.

"Humph! If we want to kill or kill you, we can't give this thing to you, and besides, you think I don't know who you are, hmph, when will the notorious "vulture" organization in the whole of Africa have a living ...... under your hands"

The hook nose was just about to repeat his shout, and there was a sonorous and powerful reply from the other side, Zhuang Zheng raised his eyes, and saw an old man with a height of more than 1.7 meters and gray hair standing in the convoy, who also held a megaphone in his hand and expressed his attitude fearlessly.

"Grandpa Min, Professor Min Sen......" Zhuang Zheng almost exclaimed in surprise when he saw the old man's face.

Because the upright old man turned out to be his grandfather's best friend, Dr. Min Sen, a famous professor in the Department of Archaeology of Ludao University.

As for the "vulture" organization in Dr. Min Sen's mouth, Zhuang Zheng is even more thunderous, because his father's special forces once fought with each other when they were carrying out peacekeeping missions in Africa.

So Zhuang Zheng often heard his father and colleagues talk about this organization.

It is an illegal organization active in various African countries, and although it is not a terrorist organization, it is a brutal group in Africa that is even more terrifying than a terrorist organization.

In Africa, almost all targets targeted by the "vulture" organization are spared, and it is very difficult to survive.

These people even take pleasure in killing, and are even more brutal to the local natives, and it is rumored that the vultures once "slaughtered" entire villages just to vent their anger.

As a result, this notorious organization is a change of color among all the teams that come to Africa for work or tourism.

"It's these fucked guys, it looks like I don't have to show mercy today." Zhuang Zheng, who was originally unaware of the situation, was having a headache about how to save the convoy without harming the other party's life.

Now there is no need to have a headache, since the other party is a "vulture" that everyone can be punished, then Zhuang Zheng will not be soft?

You must know that the offensive magic weapons that Zhuang Zheng has now are most of the one-time attack magic weapons that kill and injure at every turn, if you can use these magic weapons, Zhuang Zheng is still sure to deal with these people in front of him.

"Since you yellow-skinned monkeys don't know how to lift, then don't blame us for being rude, Jerry, get ready to fight, and no one else will have to stay alive except that old man." (To be continued.) )