94. Praying mantis catches cicadas

More than ten kilometers away from the port of Ogrande, a coyote dressed as a tourist walks easily on the side of the road, breathing, with the fishy smell of the sea breeze.

The first rays of the morning sun shrouded the harbor of Ogrande, and the previously silent docks suddenly came alive, with a symphony of whistles, iron anchors, the crunching of containers, and the boisterous voices of people, seabirds flying leisurely in the air, and dock workers baring their solid muscles and shouting loudly with the smell of alcohol that had not yet disappeared.

The chaotic streets are lined with tattered cars, a few unlocked bicycles lying on the side of the road, and on the flower beds of the road sit a few young men of 17 or 8 years old, with blue tattoos on their bare skin. They talked and laughed as if no one was around, whistling loudly at the women who passed by the roadside. Cars here don't give way to pedestrians, and people almost rush to cross the traffic light.

The coyote walked to a café on the side of the road, and the seat he chose was facing the door, and he was drinking a slightly sour Huilan coffee, wearing a gray-green plaid long-sleeved shirt with cuffs covering his wrists. Dressed in dark brown cargo pants and lightweight travel shoes, and a hiking bag behind the heel of the soft-brimmed hat, he was dressed as a tourist, with two timid-looking children walking up to him and selling postcards in their hands.

The coyote took out his wallet, took out a large Colombian peso and handed it to them, raising his hand to take the postcard they handed over. He looked at the pattern on it but the Mexican desert and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Three seats behind him, a well-behaved black man also took a sip of coffee and looked at the coyote at the door with interest. The black man was wearing a pair of very neatly ironed trousers, and the leather shoes under his feet were spotless, and I really don't know how he walked. The black T-shirt on his body was tucked into the waistband of his trousers, and the buckle of the belt was a very hideous tiger head, and he seemed to be looking around casually, but he was thinking about what to do with this variable in front of him.

——The young Chinese in front of him is a variable for himself. The long-sleeved wrist that never unravels is hidden with a mechanism, and the slightly raised place at the ankle should be a dagger, the fingers are slender and powerful, and the fist is calloused and thick, which is a good hand at using cold weapons.

Why is he here? Is it also for Mo Lei?

The black man's eyes were calm, and he slowly sipped his coffee, scanning his surroundings. The café is in front of the intersection of three intersections, and visitors have to pass through it whether they are coming in or leaving.

Bowing his head and taking another sip of coffee, the black man just wanted to put down the cup in his hand, his eyes passed, and he found that the Chinese in front of him was turning his head and smiling at him, the narrow eyes under the brim of the hat were full of a tyrannical smile, the eyes were more white and less black, and his lips were open, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth.

Like a man-eating wolf.

The black man smiled, smiled and raised the cup, and the Chinese smiled even more, nodded at him, turned and strode away with his backpack.

The direction he was walking was the road to the docks. The black man sighed, he thought, I hope this kid really left, otherwise, if there is a scuffle later, he will have to watch out for this side, which will increase his percentage of defeat.

At seven o'clock and 05 a.m., there was a faint sound of gunfire on the road towards the Graka Mountains, followed by the sound getting closer and closer to the city. Strangely, the police at Port Augrande are known for being relatively quick to respond, but today the gunfire rang out for several minutes without the sirens being heard.

Several other guests in the café were talking, and some people boldly walked to the side of the road to watch, after all, although gunfights also occur in this harbor from time to time, most of them occasionally sound in the dead of night, and as it is today, the sun has just woken up, and fierce gunfire rang out.

Only the black man sitting in the corner knew that most of the police were in the slums in the mountains to deal with the aftermath, to deal with the bodies of the anti-government-government gangsters, and that a wave of police should be chasing after the gunfire. He even knew that there was also a mercenary named Victor who was being chased, with a strong man full of muscles in his head. They must have been turned around by the guy surnamed Mo.

The black man saw the professional military quality of the two robbers in the first warehouse that was robbed, so he waited here for Victor and others to tire and tire the two guys, and then calculated by himself that the location where they fled must be the port and the road, because they could not choose to flee from the Gracca Mountains, so they could only flee in the Andes Mountains, which stretched for thousands of kilometers, and the danger in them was not a few poisonous insects and beasts.

He smiled and drank the coffee in his cup, still sitting there unhurriedly.

A few kilometers away at the entrance of the town, Mo Lei drove the stolen Suzuki 125 motorcycle, he almost screwed the accelerator to the end, the motorcycle raced on the cement road in disrepair, and the early morning wind blew in his face and poured into his mouth and neck.

Dozens of meters behind him, a van and a pickup truck were loaded with police, and two policemen in the back seat of the pickup truck were holding AK47s and spitting bullets frantically. Mo Lei flexibly grasped the front of the car, dodging quickly, behind him, Zhou Rui wrapped one hand around his waist, and held an AK in the other hand to occasionally turn around and shoot a series of shots, but the bumpy road made the bullets fly in a mess.

And a few dozen meters behind the policeman's car, there was a van with police lights also moving fast, Victor sat in the passenger seat and cursed loudly the policemen in the two cars in front of him, because those stupid policemen couldn't hit Mo Lei with their lame marksmanship, but blocked their own way, and several corpses in the back row were already cold, that was his Victor's brother, the cornerstone he used to maintain his position, but now it has become a corpse.

It's all because of Mo Lei.

The motorcycle sped into the entrance to the town and quickly navigated the morning traffic, the window of a gray Volga sedan wide open, and the owner of the curly tan hair with headphones in his ears was shaking his head and swaying to the music. A bullet from the rear pierced the rear glass window of the Volga and hit his center console, and the owner inexplicably touched the hole that was still emitting heat with his hand, suddenly braked sharply, ripped off the headphones, and ran away like a hell of a car door.

For a while, the streets were chaotic, many people abandoned their cars on the street and rushed towards the shops and buildings on both sides, while Mo Lei and Zhou Rui had already driven their motorcycles into the main street, and after a few turns, the two abandoned the car in an alley.

The policemen and Victor's team also abandoned the vehicle at this moment and chased after them on foot in the direction they had disappeared.

The group of tattooed youths on the street also pulled out their pistols, they thought that the police came to arrest them, but they didn't expect the police to treat them as air, which made the group of young people particularly surprised and angry.

But brushing a sense of presence can sometimes be fatal.

"Are you alright?" Mo Lei looked at Zhou Rui, who was disassembling AK47, he had just picked up Zhou Rui at the pre-arranged location, and then he was playing with the motorcycle frantically, and he didn't have time to see if Zhou Rui's body could eat.

Zhou Rui threw the parts in his hand into the garbage heap and looked left and right, "Fortunately, I sat on a stupid motorcycle twice in a row today, and Lao Tzu's ass shook and blossomed." ”

What he said was that after Vasido went back early in the morning, he also drove him out of the town on a motorcycle from another unknown mountain road, and then he instinctively wanted to go back to assist Mo Lei in an ambush, but he didn't expect this grandson to shout at him as soon as he came over and let him get into the car quickly, and the opportunity for an ambush was gone. However, before getting into the car, he also snatched an AK47 from a policeman in the van who was chasing from behind, and it is estimated that the policeman should retire when he returns.

Mo Lei grinned, "Fuck, be careful to sail the 10,000-year-old ship." I'm right, these grandsons will definitely come to the door, but why is that stupid guy leading the team? If this guy resists head-on, I don't think I can beat him, but it's easy to play him to death, are they no one? “

The two of them left one after the other, walking towards the end of the alley, just turn right and walk a few hundred meters, and then go down the alley, which is the small pier for people to escape. However, they didn't want to go anywhere, they just wanted to take the group of mercenaries around the city, and then go somewhere in the city to rest quietly for a few days, Zhou Rui still needed to recuperate, and the old man Laskar had already rented a house for them.

"Give me a gun." Mo Lei suddenly remembered that he had lost his pistol, and Zhou Rui had two.

"What about yours?"

"Fuck, it's lost." Mo Lei's right ankle still ached faintly, he got some herbs in the valley and rubbed it, but now it started to hurt again, but he took the gun and stuck it in his waist as if nothing happened, and shifted the position of his hand.

Victor rushed into the chaotic traffic and crowd with a gun to find a target, and the vehicles at the front of the traffic also heard the gunshots, and collided with each other in the escape, Victor simply rushed forward, two of the three actions were impulsive, and the other was due to his recognition of his profession.

A small yellow car passed by him, and Victor saw that the person in the back seat was frantically pulling a pistol from his waist. The barrel of the HK416 in Victor's hand pointed at him, and the guy quickly raised his hand.

Behind him, the three uninjured team members and the others who were able to move around were scattered and outflanked, and Victor raised his hand and waved it forward, and the team members searched the alleys with guns in all directions. Then the policemen followed, and they pounced on their territory in good training, and some of them even ran up to the rooftops and watched the street condescendingly.

Victor rolled his eyes, called his brother next to him, and whispered a few words to him. The man nodded, walked over and grabbed a motorcycle from the side of the road and walked away with Victor.

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Mo Lei and Zhou Rui were still walking through the alley, Zhou Rui followed behind, cursing in a low voice the abominable cobblestone alley, his physical strength had not yet recovered, and he couldn't keep up, and this abominable alley was as long and complicated as a maze, and he could only sigh in his heart Mo Lei's ability to memorize the map, and he still slandered himself in his heart that he was old.

A few children play soccer in a quiet alley, and the walls on either side are covered in graffiti, like all towns in Colombia. At the end of this alley, there is a three-way intersection.

At the end, the black man sat at a shop on the side of the street, waiting quietly, and across from him, a boy of four or five years old looked at this genteel compatriot, his big black and white eyes were full of curiosity, and he thought that this uncle was going to hide with him, and after a few seconds he was bored, so he ignored the gentle smiling face of the compatriot and turned and went into the room.

Diagonally opposite, out of sight of the blacks, the coyote stood against a telephone pole, like a guest waiting for a taxi.

But at his wrist, in the invisible cuff, a scalpel flashed brightly, and the extremely thin reed wire passed through the arm of the hand and was connected from the chest to the other hand, and the ends of the reed wire contained simple mechanisms.

The hungry wolf in my heart was howling loudly and ready to move.

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