A thin thread connects the wind and the helicopter.

Of course, this is not an ordinary thread, if this is an ordinary silk thread, it would have been planted from the clouds long ago. Although the silk thread is thin, it is made of special military ropes, and even if a light chariot is hoisted underneath, it will not break.

It is like the wind and the helicopter, one on top, one on the bottom, one in front and one behind.

At first, the flight speed is slow, and you can see the jungle under your feet into the sea of green waves, with the occasional white cloud drifting by your feet or beside you. Later, the speed of the flight became faster and faster, and the huge wind pressure was blowing in his face, and he could barely open his eyes, and even breathing was extremely difficult.

He had no choice but to close his eyes and buckle his head to his chest to avoid the pressure.

Fortunately, the high-speed flight was not long, and after thirty or forty minutes, he felt that it was not so difficult to breathe, and when he opened his eyes and looked down, he saw that the jungle on the ground in front of him was thinning, and many houses were already in sight. The town is almost here!

The plane was adjusting its attitude and flying towards the town, and on the left side of the flight, a silver jade belt could be seen, which should be the river.

Suddenly, the rope loosened a little, and it turned out that the helicopter began to descend.

Mo Rufeng took the opportunity to tighten the rope and shorten the distance between him and the helicopter. After a few back and forth, his hands had already grasped the landing gear of the helicopter. He then wrapped his feet and one hand around the landing gear, and with the other he untied the rope that was wrapped around the landing gear.

At this time, the helicopter continued to descend, estimated to be about 500 meters above the ground.

It's time to leave!

Mo Rufeng let go of his hands and feet, abruptly left the helicopter, and fell.

He was leaning back and closing his eyes to recuperate, thinking about how to find a reason to deal with the investigation team if his plan was exposed, and it was best not to alarm the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

As the helicopter descended, he suddenly felt a jolt and opened his eyes suddenly. His eyes looked out the window, and he suddenly found an umbrella flower blooming between the white clouds and blue sky, and he didn't feel strange.

After a moment, he realized something.

"Eight grids!" Under the bridge scolded hatefully, "Chinese, what cunning!" ”

The helicopter slowly landed in front of the building of the rescue center. The rescue center was set up temporarily on the basis of a hospital in a local town, and it is not large, but it is quite well-equipped.

After the helicopter stopped, rescuers helped him out of the helicopter under the bridge and helped him to walk towards the infirmary. He stopped abruptly under the bridge, tore off the number plate of Bello, and said to the rescuers: "I'm sorry, you made a mistake, I suggest you better go again, the person who needs to be rescued is still in the place just now!" ”

Before the rescuers could react, they had already turned away under the bridge. A rescuer stopped under the bridge and said, "Stop! You've broken the rules of the game! ”

Turning under the bridge, the muzzle of the AK-47 was raised, aiming at the rescuers who stopped him: "This is a war, not a competition, there are no rules, only victory and defeat!" ”

The rescuers were dumbfounded, snorted under the bridge, and walked away quickly.

Looking at the map under the bridge, I knew that the rescue center was separated from the town of Hassan by a river. The river is a tributary of the Amazon River, and although it is not very wide, the current is fast, and the river is infested with crocodiles, which is very dangerous. The only way to cross the river is to go two kilometres south and take a boat to the nearest ferry to the rescue center.

Since there are people living here, there are roads to walk in the forest, and the speed of travel is much faster than in the jungle.

After advancing for more than a kilometer, there was a flat ground in front of me, and in the distance, I saw a person squatting on the ground, not knowing what he was busy with.

Bending down under the bridge, he slowly approached the man, and when he was about twenty meters away from the man, he could see clearly. The man was dressed in camouflage and was crouching on the ground folding a white cloth. There was a camouflage backpack beside him, and the bright five-star red flag pattern on the camouflage backpack could even be seen under the bridge.

It's like the wind! He just parachuted off a helicopter and is now folding his parachute here!

There was a burst of ecstasy in the heart of the bridge: It's really a narrow road, look at how you escaped from my palm this time!

He felt the electronic pistol, and a murderous intent suddenly rose in his heart, and he reached for the AK-47, gently turned the muzzle of the gun, aimed it at the man crouching on the ground, and then walked towards him step by step.

The man was still working on the ground with all his heart, and it seemed that he didn't feel the slightest threat from behind. This is also in line with the habit of this Chinese, who loves umbrellas, and when others throw away umbrellas as a burden, he folds them on his back, and now, he treats his umbrella like his friend.

"Zhina, this will be the last time you fold your umbrella!" Thinking about it while moving forward under the bridge, he even thought of the whole plot: force Mo Rufeng to the river with real guns and live ammunition, kick him into the river, and leave the rest to the legendary crocodile!

Thinking of the scene of Mo Rufeng being bitten by a crocodile, he felt a huge sense of happiness in his heart under the bridge.

The muzzle of his gun had already reached the back of Mo Rufeng's head, and only then did he calmly shout: "Freeze!handsup!" Hands up! ）”

Mo Rufeng was obviously frightened, and raised his hands tremblingly.

"Standup! ", the bridge continued to order.

Mo Rufeng slowly stood up.

“turntome! (Turn to me!) Hashimoto suppressed the joy in his heart and shouted.

Mo Rufeng turned around.

Suddenly froze under the bridge: I saw that this person was dark-skinned and had an old face, obviously a local black and indigenous old man, where is Mo Rufeng!

At this time, I only felt a tightness at the back of my waist, and a hard thing was pressed against the back of my waist.

At the same time, the familiar voice came: "Hashimoto-kun, it's been a long time!" You'd better not move, though! Learn from you, I'm using the real guy! ”