"Search—search carefully, they won't be able to get far."

"What about dogs? Why didn't you bring the dog. ”

"Put two people on each hill, preferably snipers."

“……”

A group of black people are noisily searching around at the moment.

It was the real African black corn, not the third brother's white core that was just tanned, and these blacks were really black, one was like a briquette, as long as you stopped under the shade of a tree, and then closed your eyes and mouth, you couldn't find it immediately.

This is not Mauritius either, but South Africa.

"These bastards." In a crevice in the rocks behind a mountain, a black man cursed in a low voice.

This is also a standard black corn, but not a standard African black corn, but the descendants of those black slaves who were sold to the Americas, his stature is very tall, his physique is extremely burly, and his body is shrouded in a murderous aura, and the thick murderous aura is definitely not cut and killed on the street.

The other man he was with was also black, but he was a little skinny and looked like a monkey...... Black Monkey.

"Do you still have magazines?" The skinny black man asked.

"I don't have it either." The tall black man sighed.

"What now? Bartmund will surely block the docks and airports, and then let his men hold hands and comb the place. The thin black man gritted his teeth.

"It's a pity, we should have left a text message or something before we looked for Batmon, in case something happened, we would pass the news to those Chinese, and those Chinese would go to Batmon for trouble." The tall black man said through gritted teeth.

"Are you sure? The Chinese I know are weak. The thin black man smiled.

"Those people aren't the Chinese restaurant owners you're paying for protection." The tall black man only feels unusually regretful when he thinks about it now.

He knew one of the people who were acting with them, he knew that person was a wizard, and he guessed that the others were also wizards.

The only thing that needs to be dealt with by a wizard can only be a wizard.

"What the hell did you say was going on this time?" The thin black man was idle and bored, and asked casually.

Even if he died, he wanted to die to understand, at least to know who was calculating them?

"I don't know, and I don't need to know, that people like us pay for their lives...... This is normal. The tall black man was quite eye-catching: "I'm sure Bartmund must be similar, and this guy also does things when he gives money." ”

"He doesn't like the Chinese." The thin black man reminded.

"He doesn't like everyone, not even himself, all he likes is money." The tall black man corrected immediately.

At this moment, an unfamiliar voice came out next to him: "It seems that this time I ran in vain." ”

The two negroes felt creepy, and as is customary, they would strike immediately...... Unfortunately, they found themselves unable to move at all.

"You're the Chinese wizard?" The tall black man immediately understood.

"We don't call them wizards." Jiang Ning corrected.

"Is it necessary to be so clear? We all call it that, not only here, but also in the Americas, whether it is North America or South America, it is called wizards, African wizards, American wizards, at most according to different types, some are voodoo wizards, some are Indian wizards, and there are Australian wizards, and there are also Chinese wizards like you. "The thin man looked a little too lively, and his mouth was broken.

"You're not afraid I'll kill you?" Jiang Ning asked.

"I'm afraid." The black monkey shut up, he knew that now was not the time to play treasure, and if the other party was bored by him, he would probably give it to him directly.

He didn't live long enough.

"What about you?" Jiang Ning asked another person.

"Of course I'm afraid, but I also know that it's useless to beg for mercy, if you want to kill me, you will still kill me. And I'm betting you'd love to get to the bottom of it. "Tall blacks are tougher.

This guy's name is Morel and he is the head of this mercenary army.

"Can you find out about this?" Jiang Ning didn't believe it at all.

"I can't, this incident makes me feel very bad, I even suspect that the intelligence department of a certain country is behind it, I have encountered similar things before, but it was not us who were unlucky that time." Morel told the truth.

Jiang Ning knew that this guy wasn't lying.

This guy's consciousness has long been beaten by the demon seed, but the demon seed is not omnipotent, it is impossible to look at a person's memory from the beginning to the end, a person's memory is too huge, I don't know how many trivial things in it, and there are some memories that are very vague, even I may not have an impression, only when I am stimulated by some kind of flash, and what this guy said at this moment is similar to this kind of memory.

"I know you've worked in the French Foreign Legion, since you have this familiar feeling, could it be a trick played by the French intelligence services?" Jiang Ning asked.

This is the correct way to use the demon seed, he has to delineate a range, that is, to give some kind of stimulus, and the memories related to it will come out.

"Maybe." The tall black man said casually.

Jiang Ning immediately knew that this was a lie.

France is now in complete decline, with a very low presence of intelligence agencies, concentrated in Europe and North Africa, plus Asia and North America at most, and places like Central and Southern Africa are definitely intelligence deserts. What this guy really suspects is the British and the Americans, of course, the Americans have a lot of money, of course, there is no need to say much, although Britain has declined, but after all, people have been the boss for hundreds of years, and the members of the Commonwealth are all over the world, so there is never a shortage of Wumao Party and the Belt and Road Party, and there are many people who want to borrow the name of the British, and the British never mind this, anyway, if something really happens, it can be dumped.

He also knew a lot of other things from tall black people.

The intelligence community in Africa is very chaotic, and spies, spies, and informants here tend to work for several intelligence agencies, and one piece of intelligence is sold at the same time. There are also a large number of brokers, and these brokers are even more unprincipled.

Therefore, if the original mastermind behind the scenes was the British or the Americans, in the end, nine out of ten forces from all sides had already intervened and brought some private goods of their own in it.

Jiang Ning had a headache.

He knew that Africa was chaotic, but he didn't expect it to be so chaotic.

It is no wonder that many murderers and drug traffickers have nowhere to go, and end up fleeing either to South America or then to Africa...... It's a great place to hide.

But it also made his eyes light up.

Since so many countries and forces have intervened in Africa and made a mess here, they will definitely not care about any more forces.

He's going to intervene here as well.

Maybe in a while I will go to South America again and open a branch base there as well.

Compared to others, he has a natural advantage - he has a demon seed.

He didn't have to worry about his men betraying him, he just had to lay down a demon seed. Although there is no way to avoid betrayal, as soon as someone betrays him, he will know immediately.

"Would you like to follow me?" Jiang Ning asked, he didn't have this plan.

His original plan was to run over and take a look, and if there were clues, then he would follow the vine, and if there were no clues like now, he would simply take the demon seed and leave.

Now, he suddenly had a new idea.

This is clearly another whim.

"What if I refuse?" The tall black man asked.

"It's okay, just because I haven't been here." Jiang Ning really didn't care, he also knew that the more he didn't care, the more these two black people would care, and on the contrary, these two guys would definitely take care of it.

It's not because black people are stupid, any race is about the same, it can be said that it is an inferior nature of human beings.

At this moment, Jiang Ning felt a warning sign, and his body suddenly flashed to the side.

Almost at the same time as he dodged, there was a red light in his glasses, and infrared, laser scanning, and ultrasonic radar were all alarming.

It was a black shadow, a long, thin shadow, that looked like a snake, but much faster than a snake.

The snake was at first aimed at him, and when it saw that he was reacting, it immediately turned around and pounced on the tall black man.

"Nope." The tall black man reacted as well, and then he realized that he could move.

But it didn't work, even if he could move, he couldn't move as fast as the snake, and he felt a pain in his wrist.

The other negro panicked, and he drew his dagger in a panic, and at that moment he felt the world spin, and when he opened his eyes, it was no longer where it was.

He was teleported out by Jiang Ning, and having him next to him was more of a hindrance.

"It seems that you can't do it, but I can let you live." Jiang Ning said unhurriedly at the tall black man who was bitten.

He casually gave a "life stasis", and also released the demon baby.

Jiang Ning had already seen that the black shadow was actually something similar to the demon baby, as if the spirit of some kind of snake was attached to a magic weapon, and this magic weapon was also refined with that snake nine times out of ten.

There is no mutual restraint of the same type of things, it depends on who has more strength.

The strength of that snake was significantly greater than that of the demon baby...... It's a pity that there is Jiang Ning next to it! There's no way he's going to look at it without helping.

"Voodoo ......" The tall black man's pupils constricted instantly, and he recognized what it was.

"This is voodoo?" Jiang Ning was a little surprised, when he first became a monster, he was full of curiosity about all mysterious things, and he had looked up some things on the Internet, including voodoo.

In his impression, the Voodoo Cult should be similar to the Wumen in Miaojiang, playing tricks such as raising ghosts, manipulating snakes and insects, and cursing (this one is more annoying), at most plus refining living corpses......

I didn't expect that Voodoo had methods similar to those of the Demon Gate.

Jiang Ning can be sure that this thing has nothing to do with the Demon Gate, and it is definitely not a branch of the Demon Gate, because the way of implementation is obviously different, but the things shown by the two are very similar.

"Can you treat an injury like this?" The tall black man looked at his wrist.

The wound was terrible, pitch black as if it had been burned, and it spread quickly.

"I don't have the ability." Jiang Ning is unwilling to do this even if he has the ability, treating others requires his vitality, and he is not a real Lei Feng, even if he is a real Lei Feng, he has to choose an object, and Lao Hei is definitely not among the choices.

"Will you raise me back when I'm dead?" The tall black man asked.

"It's too difficult." Jiang Ning was powerless this time.

"Your so-called saving me won't be refining me into a living corpse, right?" The tall black man thought of the last possibility.

"How do you know?" Jiang Ning is equivalent to admitting.

"No wonder I didn't hear the news that the mayor was dead, I shot him in the chest, and Harder shot him in the head, and even * exploded, I don't believe he's still alive." The tall black man looked like he had come to his senses.

"What do you think of what I just proposed?" Jiang Ning made a look of listening attentively, and could vaguely hear a noisy shouting in the distance.

"Deal." The tall black man heard the shouts as well.