Humming a country tune whose name he had forgotten, Dennis, who was driving a heavy truck, grabbed the kettle that was resting beside him and shook it, muttering in annoyance, "Can't you just leave me some?" ”

Holding an M14 automatic rifle, Kane, who was sitting next to Dennis, shook his head a little disapprovingly, and smirked and spewed a puff of alcohol at Dennis: "Come on...... When I'm done with this trip, I'll treat you to a drink or two! Authentic tequila, and pure malt whiskey, as long as you can drink it, I'll buy you all the liquor in the transshipment base bar......"

With a smirking sip at Kane, Dennis tossed the empty kettle aside and focused once again on the bumpy dirt road in front of him......

Compared with those high-end mercenaries who are concentrated in batches towards the transfer base, the private security team to which Dunnis and Kane belong are not at the same level at all, so the only work they can get is to build defense facilities inside and outside the transfer base, as well as the trivial errand of transporting some guns, ammunition and daily necessities.

Naturally, this kind of work, which is similar to doing odd jobs, doesn't make much money at all. In particular, after the construction of the core position in the transfer base, the mercenaries who were responsible for transportation and construction tasks were completely isolated in the outer area of the transfer base. Even the replenishment of oil, drinking water and food can only be carried out on the periphery of the transshipment base.

After a long journey, after transporting the materials to the ground, there is not even a place to rest, and even the food is only provided with those individual field rations that taste like chewing wax, although the mercenaries who are responsible for the transportation task understand that the high-end mercenaries who control the entire transfer base are not characters they can afford to provoke, but they have been eating blood for a long time, even low-end mercenaries have too good temper and self-cultivation. Conflicts that break out intentionally or unintentionally are inevitable!

Completely different from the default rule of only using fists and not swords and guns when clashes between mercenaries in the past, several high-end mercenaries had already appeared at the scene of the conflict with loaded guns at the beginning of the conflict. Under the attack of more than a dozen tasers, several low-end mercenaries who had intentionally or unintentionally caused the conflict all screamed and fell to the ground. And in the defensive fortresses that have not yet been fully completed near the place where the conflict occurred, the barrels of guns with shooting holes protruding also send a clear message to all the low-end mercenaries who are forbidden to enter the transfer base - if necessary, the high-end mercenaries who have controlled the entire transfer base do not mind saving a little personnel hire for the financiers behind them.

After learning enough lessons, the low-end mercenaries who were tasked with transport and construction tasks had to shrink their hands. After completing the transportation task, they all lost the intention of staying in the transfer base. He would rather drive back to the cargo terminal hundreds of kilometers away from the transshipment base overnight than watch those swaggering faces dangling in front of him outside the transshipment base.

Raising his wrist and looking at his watch, Dennis moved his somewhat sore neck bone, and muttered in a low voice again: "I can't raise my speed at all on such a broken road, and it seems that it will be midnight to reach the transfer base today......."

Before he could finish speaking, Dennis suddenly felt the front of the car fall down. Before Dennis could react, the speeding heavy truck had already crashed headlong into a dirt pit that was only half a meter deep but traversed the entire length of the road.

In the scream, Dennis's sternum was smashed several times by the steering wheel. And Kane, who was sitting next to Dennis, was defenseless at all, and the whole person directly broke through the car window, flew out of the car window in a daze, and hit his head on a stone in the dirt pit, and broke his brain!

Seeing that the heavy truck in the posture of Dennis crashed into a pothole in the middle of the road, the five heavy trucks immediately followed by slammed to the brakes. With a tooth-wrenching braking sound, the five heavy trucks finally came to a halt with their bodies tilted. Several mercenaries, who had also been bumped in the car because of the sudden braking, also jumped out of the car or cab quickly, limped down to the ridges or rocks on both sides of the road, and took a defensive posture on both sides of the road with their guns.

In the dust caused by the sudden braking, almost every mercenary widened his eyes and glanced towards the wasteland on both sides of the road, hoping to find the attacker digging a hole in the road as soon as possible - this kind of attack is not uncommon in Africa, many black people living near the left side of the road will dig such a hole in the road when they have nothing to do or even are extremely bored, wait for one or several unlucky cars to crash into the pothole, and then escape from the hiding place near the left side of the road, Happily loot the vehicle planted in the pit, and even remove all the items on the vehicle that can be used, leaving only the owner of the car who was smashed to pieces and groaning in a pool of blood!

Gritting his teeth fiercely, Dennis, who had several ribs broken by the steering wheel, also managed to climb out of the deformed car window, struggled to find his self-defense pistol from the holster on his leg, opened the safety of the gun with trembling fingers, pointed the gun at the edge of the crater as far as his eyes could see, and muttered with difficulty: "Damn....... Come on! I'm going to....... Kill you! ”

To the surprise of all the mercenaries, after the smoke and dust stirred up by the brakes cleared, the wasteland on both sides of the road was quiet, and there was no black man who came to plunder the vehicles and supplies as expected. Hesitantly raising the muzzle of the gun, a mercenary lying on the side of the road turned his head to look in the direction of the truck planted in the hole: "Dennis! Kane! Are you all right? ”

Struggling to breathe, Dennis struggled not to let his breathing induce sharp pain in the broken ribs. Slowly raising his right hand, which was holding the self-defense pistol, Dennis, who was completely unable to shout loudly, shook his arm from side to side, and reluctantly made a wave motion.

Carefully slumped up, the shouting mercenaries quickly leaned against the mounds of dirt and stones on both sides of the road, and scurried into the potholes in the middle of the road. The mercenary who had been looking at Dennis's pale face and had run into the pit suddenly took a breath of cold air, hurriedly crawled to the side of the cab that had been deformed, grabbed a first-aid kit from the cab, and turned back to Dennis.

Struggling to breathe, Dennis watched his companion take an autoinjector from his first aid kit and plunge it into his thigh, and then let out a soft breath: "Duncan is done...... Find these pups...... Kill them! ”

Hurriedly took out the elastic bandage used to fix the wounded place from the first-aid kit, and the mercenary who was crouching next to Dunnis helped him tie the elastic bandage, but he shook his head with a little doubt: "I didn't see anyone!" Most likely, the person who set the trap was not nearby......."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp gunshot rang out from the middle of the road not far from the pothole. With the sound of sharp gunshots, the screams of a mercenary also quickly reached Dennis's ears: "Hell! Bullet Mine ......."