"Guys, it's up to you." As Olivia approached the checkpoint, the enemy soldiers on the opposite side dragged the wooden fence wrapped in wire along the road to block the jeep.

One of the soldiers at the head walked up to him holding an AK47 and said, "Please get out of the car and be checked."

Olivia stopped the car, and the other man walked to the passenger seat, looked at Hugh, Hugh raised his hand, put a desert eagle hidden under the car door on his head, and pulled the trigger before he could react. The opponent's head was sprayed with blood mist, and he fell backwards into the sky.

Seeing this, the enemy soldiers raised their guns and fired, Olivia stepped on the accelerator and accelerated forward, Katyusha leaned out and aimed the grenade launcher mounted on the assault rifle at the soldiers in front of him, after a loud bang, most of the enemy casualties, two of the surviving soldiers ran towards the gatehouse of the checkpoint, trying to avoid danger.

A soldier picked up the phone and was about to dial for backup. Olivia drove through the barricade, Louis saw the opportunity, opened the safety rings of the four grenades, and threw them all into the gatehouse, and after the GAZ jeep rushed out of more than thirty meters, there was a series of explosions in the wooden gatehouse, and the broken wood chips were blown up all over the sky. All enemy soldiers were killed, and the GAZ jeep managed to break the siege and drove into the Grand Canyon.

"Well done so no one knows we've passed through here." Hugh fastened the Desert Eagle to the safety and placed it in a gun holster.

"It's too unchallenged, vulnerable." Louis took a Havana cigar between his fingers and puffed out the window.

"It's not that far from the capital of Serrania, and it's expected to be there in two hours." Olivia looked down at her watch and drove the car across the Grand Canyon via the highway. Heading in the direction of the capital.

"The real opponent is there, don't underestimate the enemy, disguise yourself, blend in with the local people, try not to go head-to-head with the government army, there are their people everywhere." Katyusha reminded everyone.

More than an hour later, the jeep entered the suburbs of the capital, and a huge personal oil portrait of a warlord dictator appeared on the side of the road: he was seen standing in the stands of the military parade, with a big beard, his military uniform on his chest was full of various badges, holding a white scepter with gold trim, looking majestically and coldly at the rows of soldiers and armored vehicles waiting to be reviewed, and above the oil painting, several jet fighters streaked through the air for a long time, throwing down leaflets with the words "Long live the president".

"What a great dictator." Louis popped the cigarette butt out the window and hit the center of the president's portrait on the brow impartially, leaving a pitch-black stain.

"The root of all suffering in this country." Hugh looked at the portrait of the president that was fading away.

"If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, and sooner or later his nest will be destroyed by the people." Katyusha prophesied.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't think it's a way to drive such a military jeep around the capital, and sooner or later it will arouse the suspicion of those guys, and it is better to change the means of transportation and follow the customs of the locals." Olivia suggested.

"I think the milk truck in the back is good." Louis pointed in the direction of the rear of the car.

I saw a medium-sized van with an advertisement for "Capital Fresh Milk Express" on its body, full of canned milk, and billowing smoke from the back of the car, struggling to drive behind the GAZ.

"This is a good disguise, you go down and have a look." Olivia stopped the car and got in front of the medium-sized van, and Hugh then jumped out of the jeep and headed towards the van. Its driver then stopped, his head poking out of the window.

"Hello, uncle. How does this car sell? Hugh said straight to the point.

"My car is delivered to the city, and there is no way to sell it." The truck driver said in embarrassment in not very fluent English.

"You make a price, and I'll pay double the price. Tell me the delivery address and the bag in the car will be delivered to your home. Hugh threw out the conditions.

"Let me think about it." Faced with such a condition, the other party could not refuse. "Or 10,000 dollars?"

"No problem. Sold for $20,000. Hugh beckoned to Katyusha, who threw two stacks of hundred-dollar bills from the car. Hugh grabbed it and handed it to the other party.

The other party took the banknote, checked it briefly, put it into his pocket with confidence, and took out a small note from his jacket pocket: "You don't need to send it door-to-door, this is the address, it is a wholesale station for dairy products, and someone will naturally sign for it when it is delivered there." I wish you all a happy life. He then turned and walked onto the sidewalk, leaving his van behind.

Hugh came to Olivia's driver's seat: "I'll drive the truck, let's find a place to park the jeep first." ”

"No problem, let's go around first." Olivia responded.

After more than twenty minutes of circumnavigation around the suburbs, the two cars finally found an abandoned garment factory, and Olivia parked the car in a remote corner of the compound. Help Luis and Katyusha unload weapons and gasoline from the jeep, Hugh opens the container door at the back of the truck, and everyone carries the supplies to the deepest part of the shelves, covering them with plastic milk crates. Then start the truck and drive in the direction of the city.

The capital of Serrania is a territory controlled by government forces, and it is obviously much more prosperous and lively than the desolate southern town where the ** armed forces were located before. Although many people fled the city during the war years, most stayed because they had nowhere else to go and only prayed for peace to come. Pedestrians and vehicles still line the road, weaving back and forth.

Hugh looked at the various vehicles running on the road, and found that their appearance and style were still in the nineties of the twentieth century, a full half a century behind his own country, and at the intersections in some remote areas, there were no traffic lights, only a traffic policeman wearing a big straw hat directed the traffic manually.

Many of the shops are small facades in low-rise bungalows facing the street, and only two or three large shopping malls and supermarkets can be seen, which shows how poor the country is.

Olivia drove the truck to the milk source wholesale center, where the staff saw these strange foreigners and asked curiously, "Why did you change people again?" None of you milk-deliverers have been working for three months. ”

"yes. It was a chaotic year, and the weather was unbearably hot. Everyone wants to earn some money and find a safe place to take refuge. Katyusha deftly picked up his words.

"Here's your payment. I'll send it early tomorrow, and the fresh milk at this temperature is not tolerant. The other party handed over a check.

Olivia took it and put it in her pocket, thinking to herself, "I didn't expect to have the opportunity to earn some extra money on delivery in this country, it's amazing."