Here, the chief not only bought guns. He quickly changed his makeup, outfit, and bought a few passports for several families. Those are similar to the passports that Hou Dasheng issued back then.

Passports of missing persons. As for why they disappeared...... The governor doesn't care, there are more people missing every year. According to incomplete statistics, more than 2 million missing persons are registered every year in the world.

and are still counted, and those that are not counted may be more than double the number that has been published. But unlike the kind of clean passport that the service station provided to Hou Dasheng, this kind of passport cannot be so clean.

Maybe there will be a lot of trouble, but what does it matter to the manager?! Anyway, he just needs disposables. When they are used up, they are all thrown away, which is completely different from Hou Dasheng's request for a formal, legal, and problematic identity.

It was also at this time that the chief steward was extremely impressed by the crow's incomparably adequate preparation. As long as you enter the city, then money is everything. Being rich does not mean that you can do whatever you want here, but that you can make the manager hide his identity very well.

Especially when the other party's attention is almost all in the jungle now. Even if they sensed that the Governor had escaped, they would not be able to immediately determine the Governor's location. What the manager is doing now is what people in the city do almost every day in the shadow of the sun.

Screening in this area is not much easier than searching for crows in the jungle.

For the crow, the jungle is his territory. Correspondingly, for the governor, the city that hides filth and dirt is the territory of his survival. He can find everything here that allows him to hide.

Coming out of the black market in the slums, the manager did not return to the hotel he had opened before. Instead, he changed his outfit and carried a large second-hand suitcase to a small hotel that did not require identification.

The room that has been open for three days, in the very corner. The manager took out his newly purchased passport and carefully scraped off the photo on it. Then look in the mirror and start applying makeup. After that, he took a few ID photos of himself.

It's all different makeup, different outfits. Passport, photo, cash, ...... He stuffed them into a second-hand bag he had just bought. Hung it in the lining of his clothes, and then he chose a passport and restored the makeup.

Carrying a small suitcase and wearing a peaked cap, he left the hotel.

"Rusena Tijuana!" Riding in the car, the manager spoke in Spanish, which was slightly hoarse but spoke with a strong local accent. The driver didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly drove the car to the hotel with the manager.

Leaving the fare and tips, the manager got out of the car and took his luggage and walked to the video surveillance corner around the corner. About half an hour later, the manager came out again and was already a different person. Even the walking posture and posture have completely changed.

With the passport he had just made, the manager successfully opened a room in Rusena Tijuana.

Until now, the manager had no intention of contacting the lame dog. The crow's arrangement is good, but that doesn't mean there isn't any danger. The manager never entrusts his safety to others when he has a choice.

So, he chose to make sure that he could keep himself safe. will contact the lame dog.

Even, if he doesn't feel safe. He would choose not to contact the lame dog, but to find his own way to leave. I took a shower and asked the hotel to bring the meal.

The manager finally ate his first hot meal, and this hot meal almost brought tears to the manager's eyes. He had been in the jungle for a long time, and he had brushed shoulders with death many times.

Now, he has finally escaped the danger and returned to the city for a while. This feeling is like living alone, accustomed to living in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, and accustomed to all modern transportation, food and entertainment. Then he was suddenly thrown into the middle of nowhere, and faced a life-and-death dilemma.

But he escaped alive and temporarily returned to a second- and third-tier city. Although the environment here is not very enjoyable, the manager does not dare to open too high-end rooms. But that's it, and the manager feels very comfortable.

The manager did not contact anyone that night. He chose to eat a full meal and get a good night's sleep.

While the steward was sleeping, the raven woke up. When the crow wakes up, it means that the killing will continue. Either he dies, or those people die. Raven didn't intend to die, so he was going to let them all die.

After examining the traps and thunderbolts he had left behind, Raven smiled. Naturally, these people are not all stupid, although they have been recruited by a few. But some of them really got hit, and the other part was deliberately detonated by them.

Even on the edge of the Trick Mine, they made their own Trick Trap. With no intention of exposing himself, the crow turned a blind eye to all these tricks and traps. He chose to quietly follow the other party's traces and grope their path.

This time, the crow was lucky. It was about the luckiest he'd ever been in the jungle. Because, he tracked down a drone control team. Two drone operators, and a team of five to protect them.

Of course, those two people are not completely ineffective. It's just that the combat effectiveness is limited, and they even carry guns behind their backs. There is an operating table hanging from the chest. He wears a pair of machines that resemble an eye patch on his eyes.

The crows knew that it was through that instrument that they were able to get the drone's field of view. Then maneuver the drone to conduct reconnaissance, or carry out strikes.

As for the five-person group, it was more relaxed. They were not attacked for the entire day. The drone's search back and forth also yielded nothing. They even thought that the damn bastard might have run away.

Think about it from their own perspective, if it is themselves, even if they are thinking about avenging their companions. I will also think of a question first: can I win in the face of so many enemies?! Can you knock it down?!

Obviously, the answer is: very little. The chance of being killed or captured alive is actually higher.

So, if it's them. Then the first choice to make is to evacuate as soon as possible. Then find an opportunity to bring all the people back for revenge. The rest of the squads basically didn't get anything.

Except that when they first entered the jungle, they found and surrounded a few teams of jackals. These days, they don't have anything to gain anymore.

The crow crawled slowly, little by little. Not a single sound, just slowly approaching these people. The other party was very cautious, and although he was resting, he arranged a guard and a thunderbolt.

The crow carefully dismantled the two mines. At the same time, he covered a trap and gradually touched the opponent less than twenty meters away. Then, look at them quietly......