Liang Hong also recognized the people who passed by, and never forgetting is the basic quality of an excellent special soldier. I didn't expect www.biquge.info to meet this Boer officer in Johannesburg, which was a bit haunting.

Urging the crotch mount, trying to leave as soon as possible, he didn't go far before he heard someone shouting behind him.

"Stop!"

Liang Hong pretended not to hear, and the horse ran faster and turned into a remote alley.

The other party suddenly sped up, and Galby believed that he recognized himself and was a thief, and he believed that the other party must be like this. So he drew his pistol from his waist and urged the horse to chase after him.

The alley was narrow and secluded, with no pedestrians passing by, only two or three small children playing.

As soon as he turned the alley, he saw the yellow natives standing in front of him, smiling at him. Something was wrong, Galby was alert, the other party didn't continue to run away, a few white people in the same company didn't know where to go, and even the looks of a few children in the alley were wrong.

Immediately turned the horse's head on the spot, and before he could exit the alley, he heard two jumpings. Instinctively dodged, but the shoulder and arm felt sharp pain at the same time. The right hand holding the gun was a little numb, and he tried to pull the trigger, but he didn't listen to the call.

Galby immediately understood that he had been hit by a crossbow arrow, and that he was also the most vicious crossbow among the natives. He hit the horse's belly with his heel, trying to get away from here as soon as possible, and heard the sound of a machine spring in his ears again. He only had time to hug the horse's neck, hoping that this old fellow would be able to take him out of danger like he had done last time. He felt a sharp pain in his back, wondering if the crossbow arrow would kill him, but remembering that the horse ran up and rushed out of the alley with him.

If it weren't for the fear of causing chaos in the city and worrying about disturbing the big matter of intercepting gold, Liang Hong would definitely not let Galbi run out alive, and only a dummy bullet would have killed him. However, now is by no means a good time to continue the pursuit, so he has to leave the city quickly with his men.

By the time Joshua arrived at the hospital, Galby's surgery was nearing completion. The horse led him out of the alley, and then Galby, unconscious, fell under his horse. Fortunately, this is a city, and it is still a southern city where rich people live, and someone called the police in time. The police who arrived recognized him and took him to the best hospital in the city, and called Joshua to inform him.

Dr. Foreman walked out of the operating room wearily and met Joshua standing in the doorway. Although he didn't wear a military uniform, Dr. Foreman still remembered him, and he was so impressed. In January '96, the damned expeditionary force was wiped out outside the city, and he was forcibly recruited by the Transvaal Military Investigation Bureau, and he endured a nightmare month in his life. In the purgatory-like basement, the screams of ghosts and wolves would be heard at any time, and many people were rescued and soon sent in again for treatment. It was this young man, who was younger, probably in his early twenties, who saw with his own eyes put his hand into the wound of the wounded and stirred it in order to extract a confession.

"What are you doing here? The man was not out of danger yet. ”

Dr. Foreman subconsciously blocked the doorway, though he also knew it was almost futile. The injured person was sent by the police, and they paid great attention to it, so they attracted this demon, and the doctor made up the cause and effect.

"Get out of the way"

Joshua only exerted a slight force, and his hand, which was accustomed to guns and torture instruments, ripped the doctor away.

"Even sinners can be saved, and you can't kill the man the doctor just saved." Dr. Foreman protested loudly in vain.

"He's not a sinner, and I'm not going to kill him," Joshua then understood why the doctor had just been nervous and stopped him, and he recognized that the doctor had dealt with him. He looked back at the doctor who was unwilling to follow up, and added, "Thank you for saving him, he is my brother." ”

Galbi lay on his side on the operating table, with several wounds in front of him and behind him, blood still oozing out through the wrapped bandages.

"Awake, Galby, can you hear me? I'm Joshua, tell me who did it. ”

Joshua crouched down and called out in Galby's ear, his hand grasping his arm and shaking it slightly. It's a pity that the cousin is still in a coma, poor fellow, and he has walked through the ghost gate twice in two months.

"Hey, sir, what are you going to do, do you want to kill him, what if the wound breaks?"

Dr. Foreman mustered up his courage and rushed forward to pull Joshua away. He could see that the two were really close, so he dared to jump over to stop him. Joshua obediently spread his hand, stood up and turned around, but the fierce light in his eyes made the doctor feel even more terrifying.

"You, what are you going to do?"

As Joshua pressed in, the doctor was pressed into a corner.

"Tell me what wounds he was wounded and what weapon he used."

"Crossbow, the bolt is on the plate on the table."

Dr. Foreman pointed to the table next to him, and there were four half-meter-long crossbow arrows on the plate, and the black head was quenched and poisoned.

"Hit four poisonous crossbows?"

Joshua gasped, the hapless Galby had provoked someone this time.

"Fortunately, they didn't hit the vital point, and they were all shot by a small-powered crossbow, otherwise it would be enough to penetrate the organs." Dr. Foreman added a little proudly, "The poison used by the Bushmen hunts is more narcotic than poisonous, but fortunately I learned it in the Bushmen tribe and know the way to detoxify." ”

On June 18, the days are longest in the Northern Hemisphere near the summer solstice, but in the Southern Hemisphere, the days become shorter. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was already setting in the west. The area in front of the building was cordoned off by company security guards with live ammunition and guns. Two horse-drawn carriages were parked in front of the building, and porters were loading heavy boxes from the building. The boxes don't look big, but the weight is heavy from the effort to carry them.

Owens, the stout head of security, is responsible for supervising the scene. Seeing the fat man pacing slowly out of the building, he hurriedly took two steps to meet him.

"Mr. Brown, you're almost done loading, and then we're going to the train station."

"Okay, let's follow the rules here, let these people stay in the company tonight, even if it's an extra night shift."

Brown, the manager of the company's administration department, nodded and instructed the female staff member of the administration department who was following behind him. The Uni-President Gold Mining Company is strictly managed, and all rules have been personally reviewed by the big boss Rhodes.

On the top floor of the three-story residential building opposite, behind the curtains drawn, Spy Zero Seven was holding a telescope to spy on everything that was happening in front of the gold mining company's building. It was not until the two carriages left surrounded by a large number of security guards on horseback that they left the window, hurriedly wrote two notes in secret words on the table, and then climbed to the top of the building.

Coo, the two pigeons were crying softly in the cage, and they showed special excitement when they saw someone coming up.

Spy Zero-Seven inserted the notes into the small tubes tied to the pigeon's legs, took the pigeon out of the cage, and threw it at the sky under the setting sun. Fluttering, the pigeons spread their wings and flew towards Bond's residence in front of the train station, where their nest had been.