166. Set fire to the mountain

Mexico City, hilly area of the southwest district.

5:10 a.m.

Mo Lei scurried on the slopes of rocky hills, and the clouds and rain stopped. The moonlight was shining, and he had to rely on shoulder-high weeds to hide his figure, and the clothes on his body were wet with the dew between the grass, and the blood stains on his clothes and face were also washed. But he didn't look back to pick up the fallen straw pole, otherwise the people behind him might give up the pursuit, and he only wanted to slow them down, or even break up the formation of these people, and then take the opportunity to catch a live mouth.

Mo Lei's judgment was very correct, the hills here are very suitable for hiding. The farther northwest he went, the grass became dryer, and there was no rain here, but the ramp became more and more rugged, and there were pursuers on all sides, but he had to stop and go in order to carry out his plan.

If you can't get information, you can't make a quick judgment, this is the most anxious thing in Mo Lei's heart, and it is also the reason why he must capture a live mouth. After discarding his motorcycle while running, he once attacked a man who tried to grab a phone, but the other person had no other means of communication other than weapons. But in the process of continuing to move quickly, Mo Lei figured it out again, he was a little anxious just now, using someone else's phone to contact Coyote and Zhou Rui, it would be easy to be traced to the location of the two brothers, anyway, even if he contacted them now, he couldn't help, so he would just make a decision after carefully understanding the situation.

There are three people who have been tracking Mo Lei, and the ridge is long and wide, overgrown with trees, and strange rocks. The three of them split up to block all roads and prevent Mo Lei from escaping to the town under the hills or rushing southeast into the city. Mo Lei believes that if he can catch a pursuer and torture the other party's mind and body for several hours, he will definitely get a lot of useful information.

Mo Lei has nothing to do with this kind of thing, he has heard Sanchez say that there is no one on the hillside who does not deserve to die, and the human skulls in the garbage dump outside the slum can testify. And just before he could throw away his motorcycle, he himself was almost blown to pieces with a shotgun.

There were a few flashlights flickering on the hillside, one, two ......, yes, three people. They had already dispersed, and the guy on the far left was closest to Mo Lei, and in about ten minutes he would catch up and come to the edge of the woods. Mo Lei sincerely hoped that the person who came was the guy who hit him with a shotgun 20 minutes ago. He leaned against a tree and gasped for air, relaxing his muscles. There are also large groups of men guarding the roads and exits at the bottom of the mountain, and their goal is obvious: to find themselves and kill them.

The change happened so quickly that in a moment he was in this wild place. But then again, there are a few patterns to follow. From the beginning of Nelson and Piedough ......, no, starting from the policemen Vera and Cell, to the death of the blonde Smith and the subsequent pursuit of Victor, he was like fighting monsters in a game, and these people he met were more professional than the other. The raid and support in the "park area", the killer who appeared in Venezuela, and the kidnapping ...... Zhou Rui are all traceable. Tonight's attack was not an accident, but the inevitable result of countless articles.

After starting to hide his tracks, Mo Lei began to attack the gangsters. He was like a fox in a swamp, leaving his trail sometimes east and sometimes west, and cleverly arranging broken branches to drink the fallen blades of grass, making the other party think that he was trapped in a swamp beneath a towering rock. As the enemy approached, they saw him appear in the wilderness five hundred meters to the east, and he appeared in several places at once as if he were a gas drifting away from the wind.

The team that joined the search began to line up in a fan shape from the bottom of the hillside, and launched a carpet search in the woods, and the gangsters who continued to arrive joined the people who searched the mountain, and the light of the flashlight flickered around, and there will be more and more people searching the mountain, and the search will become more and more thorough. Two of the three were about 50 meters away from Mo Lei, chopping the dense leaves with a mountain opener.

This is the moment.

Mo Lei hid in the bushes close to the top of the mountain, waiting for the one who was about to catch the trap to slowly approach with a flashlight. His plan was simple, consisting of three steps, each of which was a logical development of the previous one: the first, the Ecstasy, to attract as much attention as possible to the large army; the second stage, exposing oneself to a few people, taking them away from the ranks of others; In the third stage, a certain person who is deliberately scattered is attracted to him, and then waiting for an opportunity to capture a live mouth. As the final crucial step is to start a raging fire in the dry trees to the west, the nets can be closed.

Swoop down the eastern ramp through the trees and run to the right side of the muddy road to collect dry branches and fallen leaves. Mo Lei unscrewed a few bullets, sprinkled gunpowder on the dry pyre, lit it and protected it beside him, and when the flames jumped high, the gangsters who were searching for him rushed over with shouts, and Mo Lei quietly left. He turned north, through the dirt roads of the country, into a dense and water-starved forest, repeating the action of burning a larger pile of dead branches and fallen leaves next to the dead chestnut tree, and the flames exploded like incendiary bombs to the surrounding trees, which seemed to be unable to escape the control of the god of fire.

Mo Lei continued to sneak north and west, lighting the last and largest fire, this time choosing a beech tree that had been hollowed out by insects. Within half an hour, three blazing fires were burning on the hills, and the men gave up their mission to hunt him down and ran around to put out the fire. Fire is always the best means.

Diagonally to the southwest, through the grove, Mo Lei ran along a path towards a house that had been abandoned for an unknown number of years. From where he stood, he could see several thugs standing at the intersection, with automatic weapons in their hands, talking nervously. Mo Lei didn't dare to show his head, this was the force left behind, seeing the chaotic scene on the hillside, these people were a little at a loss - whether to obey the order and continue to stay here, or rush forward to help their companions extinguish the mountain fire. The wildfires in the east of the north are getting bigger and bigger, and if you are not careful, they will spread to the bottom of the mountain.

Crossing the low bushes from south to east again, and finding the location of his ambush, Mo Lei pressed the lighter in his hand, and suddenly felt that his action was ironic - less than two hours ago, lighting a fire and smoking was to attract the guys hiding in the shadows one by one, and at this time, in the hills near Mexico City, the trap was set in the same way.

The chase started again, and Mo Lei knew that the whole early morning drama would come to an end, and the chaser who was originally closest to him was now 3 or 40 steps away from him, and that person would rush into the fir forest in the next few tens of seconds. On the southern slope of the hill, a second man was a few hundred meters away from them, thrown intently to search the ground ahead. The third person was on the far right, and a few seconds ago, the flashlight was spinning back and forth in a half-circle like crazy, but now it was pointing straight to a certain position. The location of the light, coupled with the fact that the person suddenly stopped moving, made Mo Lei a little confused, but there was no time to think carefully at this moment, and the approaching Mexican hooligans had already walked into the range of the grove.

The light swept over the clumped tree trunks and the dangling occupation, Mo Lei broke a few branches and peeled off the bark in many places, and wherever the light hit, it would shine on the white tree. The Mexican hooligans followed the trail left by Mo Lei.

Mo Lei took a step back, hiding behind a tree, and the pursuer passed less than a foot and a half away with a shotgun. Mo Lei stared at the Mexican's feet: a man with a gun in his right hand will temporarily lose his balance when he steps out of his left foot, which is not something that can be controlled by man.

As soon as his left foot left the ground, Mo Lei pounced, grabbed the opponent's neck with his left hand, snatched the shotgun from the Mexican with his right hand, and the light of the flashlight shot between the trees, Mo Lei hit the knee and hit the opponent's back waist, and his arm was straining, mixing the pursuer to the ground. He sat on the other's waist, lifted his left hand, lifted the other's head to the point of unbearable pain, and whispered in Spanish in the other's ear.

"You'll be mine for the next hour, and you'll either tell me the truth, or you'll stop talking for the rest of your life, and I'll make you even your mother recognize you. Now, if you get up obediently for me, and dare to speak loudly, I will kill you. ”

Mo Lei slowly let go of the other party's waist and neck, but his fingers kept pinching the hooligan's throat, and the two of them began to get up.

Suddenly there was the sound of a tree branch breaking overhead, and in the silence of the jungle, it was like a thunderbolt on a clear day, and someone stepped on a branch. Mo Lei turned around abruptly and looked up at the lush foliage, and the scene that caught his eye made him gasp.

Between the two trees stood a figure, a very familiar figure. The last time I saw him, it was on the day I met Monica, and he was walking across the street in a blue shirt. This time, he was standing a few meters away, the muzzle of the gun in his hand pointed at Mo Lei. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, Mo Lei knew that it was him, that guy.

Mo Lei's mind was spinning rapidly. It seems that there are many masters in this world besides themselves. The beams of light at the foot of the hill danced wildly, and then suddenly stopped, most likely because the flashlight was tied to a small tree or a young shoot, bent and then let go, making him think that the owner of the flashlight was desperately searching. And this cunning fellow has already groped his way into the woods.

Carelessness!

It's just an illusion! He could see through it, the frequency of the flashlight's oscillating back and forth was too fast, it lacked the focus of the scan, and more importantly, he didn't see even the faintest light reflected from the metal, and there were no weapons around the light.

"Mr. Mo, you ran very fast last time, I'm afraid you'll be in some trouble today." The voice spoke, and his English was stiff, but Mo Lei couldn't tell which country it was, and he didn't have time to distinguish it.

His fingers that grabbed the thug's throat suddenly exerted force, pinching the opponent's throat bone, raising the gun with his left hand, shooting, and throwing his body to the right. The sudden burst of gunfire echoed through the mountains and forests, stirring up echoes.

At the same time, the shotgun in the opponent's hand also burst into flames.

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