191. Travelers from Barranquilla

Hearing the footsteps in the corridor, Mo Lei hurriedly got up and walked to the door, looking out from the peephole in the middle of the door. A man passed by, didn't stop at the door, Mo Lei walked back to the sofa in the room and sat down, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and looked up at the ceiling.

The meeting with Diggle was already two days ago, and the night two days ago, the mysterious Nixon disappeared with the monster and the coyote and Gao Bing, without telling Mo Lei where Gao Bing was going, and Mo Lei didn't ask: It's safe to not know. If you choose to trust, you will trust thoroughly, not to mention that Coyote and Zhou Rui are more than enough to protect themselves.

Mo Lei and Gao Bing searched in the mountains and forests of the plantation all night, but they did not find the entrance to the underground factory of Volks. They caught a security guard who haunted the Universal Building — a guy Nixon said was a close confidant of Gordon. But the unknown mercenary pulled out a two-inch-long knife from his belt and cut Gao Bing, his death was completely an instinctive reaction of Gao Bing, but then there was an endless pursuit.

The next strategic route is standard, starting with leaving a visible footprint for the tracker to follow, and then choosing the right time to cut off the trail abruptly and unexpectedly. The stalker will be overwhelmed, exposing himself and falling into a trap.

Like many mercenaries active in the world, Mo Lei and Gao Bing can go anywhere in the world with or without official support. The previous job has allowed them to accumulate a lot of experience, and as long as they are willing to spend money, they can buy fake documents everywhere. As for those who can provide concealment, transportation, camouflage and weapons, there are even more innumerable. There are only two basic needs: a fake identity and money.

These two things, as long as they are willing to do them, they will not be lacking. It's just that the shamelessness in their bones for Xiaoxiao's behavior and the stubbornness brought about by the education they have received make them always stop thinking about it when they take that step.

But they still have too little information, far from enough.

Wang Yuwei is still waiting for the test results of those sick Chinese, and the reasons for this are worth pondering.

Although the water supply of the Chinese community has been restored, how can the safety of the water source be guaranteed?

What exactly is poison? Virus? What new technology does Vaux have in its hands?

And who is this elusive Diger? If you can easily find yourself, wouldn't that expose you to gunpoint? Who does he stand behind him? It certainly won't be the Ministry of Finance. So will someone from the Ministry of Finance show up at any time? What is Vaux's next move, his mercenary team will not be a fictitious, and he has killed a lot, how can he let himself go? There are other organizations that will not have anyone to get the so-called template from their hands.

Those years of combat experience had made Mo Lei accustomed to trusting his highly developed instinctive reactions. But this kind of war is not in the jungle, desert, and snow in the face of bloody wounds and bullets, but in the intrigue and intrigue, looking for danger in the shadows.

Sooner or later, someone will visit this hostel in the new district of Barranquilla. Whoever it was, he was instructed to enter the room, with no kind greetings, no names, only weapons, and possible interrogations.

Then come on.

There was a noise outside the door, the sound of someone talking. Mo Lei stood up and walked quickly behind the thick wooden door. Across the hallway stood a beautifully dressed brunette woman talking to the porter who was carrying her bag. Just a small suitcase, alone. The bait has arrived, and it seems that the follow-up hunters will be there soon.

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Leaning against the brick wall of the back alley across from the hotel, Gao Bing allowed his body to relax for a few seconds, swaying his neck back and forth, trying to dispel the stress and relieve fatigue. Like Mo Lei, he ran non-stop for two days and two nights, and after killing the Vaux security guard, he rushed to Barranquilla with Mo Lei, and then drove around the streets to meet the people who helped make the fake documents. This type of person was provided by the five-step snake Shi Zhong, and in order to ensure safety, Gao Bing and Mo Lei found two masters on the road to make a batch of documents - five copies per person, from different countries.

He also got some information about the activities and killers in South America through Shi Zhong, these people are no worse than Nixon, and some are more powerful than Nixon. Although I don't know which of these people is related to Volks, remembering their appearance is a planned thing for Mo Lei and himself.

Straightening up from the wall, Gao Bing moved his fingers one by one, breathing deeply to drive away the thick sleepiness.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed. If Volks, or other people, other organizations, have to use force to deal with the problem, then it is better to fight to the death. Gao Bing doesn't have the tolerant mentality of Mo Lei - if you want to hurt my brother, I'll kill you back, it's as simple as that. As for protecting the community and avenging Meng Chenglong and the Bernikin family, that is the inevitable result after the end. Those people think that their brothers are soft persimmons that are easy to pinch, so let them see that they are actually pinching a grenade with great lethality.

As early as last night, when he first arrived in Barranquilla, Gao Bing called his sister and asked her to transfer to London to return to China. Although my sister doesn't know what her younger brother is going through, she will definitely do what Gao Bing does. After that, let's follow Mo Lei's plan, anyway, Mo Lei has always made a plan, and he and the other brothers just need to implement it. And now it seems that Diggle doesn't know about his existence, and he knows the situation from the guy who helped Digger call himself Mr. Zhou that day.

He already knew Diger's identity, but he didn't tell Mo Lei for the time being, and he couldn't add a trace of pressure to that string.

As he walked down the street, feeling increasingly unable to walk, he struggled to stay awake and avoid the crowds on the sidewalk. To focus, he played mind games in his head, counting how many steps he had taken, or how many cracks he had on the ground, thinking of his most disgusting food, the lyrics of his worst songs, and distracting himself to dispel his tiredness.

I was so tired, I only slept for a few hours in two days and two nights, and my body was not as good as before, which was related to my age and later living habits.

Communication equipment is not available, and there are many people talking indiscriminately in the civil band. Nixon said he would send more advanced equipment, but it hasn't been delivered yet. Can't always call Mo Lei's room, not to mention that the two of them didn't expect that after spending a whole night, what they were waiting for still didn't show up, I don't know how long Diggle or others want to hide and seek with him, is it because the brothers are not calm enough? Is there any chance of winning a fight against these cunning guys?

There must be.

He walked to the café diagonally across from the hotel, bought a hot cup of coffee and took a sip, the bitterness and mellow aroma stimulating the palate, and then pushed the door open—just opposite, a taxi stopped, and a middle-aged man in a black jacket and a gray baseball cap got out of the taxi and stood on the sidewalk looking at the road to the hotel.

He knew the man and remembered the face.

Yes, it's that face. It is said that the event is in Brazil. This guy is a violent maniac and has been linked to many events, both political and money-related. His police records are full of assault, theft and unproven murder, and he spent more time in prison than he didn't. For political events, this guy is more about making money than ideology, his marksmanship is good, and his knife skills are also very strong, and the evaluation of the five-step snake is that the knife skills are comparable to coyotes.

He appeared in Barranquilla, less than a hundred meters away from the hotel at the moment, which is enough to prove that there is a connection with Mo Lei's matter.

Gao Bing gently let go of the hand that was pushing the glass door, and the glass door closed silently. He turned and sat down at a table in the café, staring at the man across from him, pulling out his phone to call the hotel.

"Someone's coming." When Mo Lei picked up the phone, Gao Bing said softly in Cantonese, "One, Brazilian." ”

"There's another one in the opposite room, a woman, not on the list." Mo Lei's voice was also very tired, and it seemed that he hadn't slept well.

Gao Bing suddenly noticed a pedestrian about 50 meters away from him on this side of the café, who was crossing the street, but there was something wrong with him: maybe it was the resolute and resolute expression on his face, maybe it was the eyes behind the light-colored sunglasses that kept scanning the surroundings, that look may be a little confused, but it is certainly not what a lost person should be. And his clothes, the loose cheap checkered suit was very ill-fitting, and the reason for the misfit was most likely something hidden under the clothes, such as weapons.

The man glanced at the door of the hotel opposite, then quickened his pace and walked away.

"Dude, there's another one, not on the list, but the intuition is too obvious." After Gao Bing finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

In the hotel, Mo Lei looked at the microphone in his hand and carefully placed it on the telephone.

Go to the bathroom, turn on the faucet of the washbasin, and look in the mirror to see your own image. The lack of sleep left him with red eyes, a stub on his chin, and he hadn't shaved his face for three days. I didn't get enough sleep for two days and two nights, but shaving and sleeping are not on the list now.

Wash your face and sober up. Mo Lei walked out of the bathroom and turned down the temperature of the air conditioner, which was cold enough to keep people awake and sane. Gao Bing mentioned to Mo Lei his worries about his current situation - the heartstrings collapsed too tightly, and once it got out of control, the consequences would be unimaginable. Mo Lei recalled it and was a little afraid. In the past few days, the desire for bloodlust has always occupied my mind, and I want to kill him, and that state of overreaction does not subside until I quietly reflect on it.

There was a noise in the hallway.

He jerked his head up and hurried to the peephole behind the door to look out, where a kind-faced cleaner passed by pushing a tool cart with white sheets and towels. Is this someone else's hired eyeliner? It's not very professional, this kind of eyeliner has limitations, and a call to the front desk can make her leave.

I was just about to go back to the couch and sit down, when there was a sudden knock on the door. Mo Lei reflexively bounced his body away from the wooden door, and pulled out a pistol in his right hand.

Here it comes!

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