With the silent end of the ultimate force, it seems that all things are back to normal. Africa has also fallen silent, and of course, the silence of Africa has been built on the complete defeat of Blackwater. It can be said that in Africa, with this chaos, the pattern of interests has changed again, and the influence of the United States in Africa has weakened.

Two battles, two setbacks, and defeat can always affect the overall situation, even if it is only a failure that does not take the initiative in the overall strategy. The ups and downs of the world are still going on, the big people are concerned about the national interests, and the small people are constantly making choices, constantly fighting, and constantly choosing under the national interests. There is nothing wrong with putting national interests first.

Therefore, the end of the ultimate force did not have the slightest impact on Xiao Yuanchao and Zhao Ziyang, who were still being hunted down, all the way from the Americas to the Pacific Ocean, from the Pacific Ocean to the Middle East Peninsula, and then into the primeval jungles of Africa.

"Whoa...... Whoa......"

I don't know when the torrential rain will come, pouring down like a beaded curtain on the misty jungle. The water flows into small streams, which flow from high to low, and when they reach low lying, they become a small mud pool.

Zhao Ziyang lay in the muddy pool, revealing a cheek full of mud. He opened his mouth and let the rain pour into his mouth to quench his deep thirst. Yes, it's thirst, and it's normal to have thirst in this primordial forest.

In the primeval jungle, not all water can be drunk. In the absence of an active water source, thirst can only be quenched by relying on water stored in plant stalks. As for the small pools that can be found everywhere, no one dares to take a sip, not even to purify them. There are so many bacteria in it that there are even unknown toxins that even the local natives won't take a sip.

In the white rainstorm, the verdict quickly shuttled through the jungle, one person with two knives, chasing and killing Zhao Ziyang. He had to kill Zhao Ziyang, and only after killing Zhao Ziyang could he become stronger than ever. Because Zhao Ziyang is his inner demon, only death can eliminate it.

It's just that he lost the traces of Zhao Ziyang, and the rainstorm wiped all the traces away. The only thing that can be judged is the feeling, but unfortunately in this weather, the feeling is not very useful.

This is a mud pool, an empty mud pool, a few tens of square meters, but it is rare in the dense jungle. The ruling, who had come here, wiped the rain from his face vigorously, glanced at the muddy pool, and turned to flash into the dense bushes behind a large tree. This is not the best time to hunt down, and bad weather is likely to turn the hunter into the hunted, perhaps only until the rainstorm has completely subsided.

The two men were less than twenty meters apart, and Zhao Ziyang was hiding in the mud, ruling in the bushes. It was as if they knew that after a lot of hunting and being hunted, there would always be a duel. And the place of the duel seems to be here, near a small quagmire in the deepest part of the primeval jungle. There are no tombstones, no flowers and no words of remembrance to die here, just the final decomposition of the corpse, which becomes fertilizer for the shrubs.

An hour later, the rain finally stopped. The rain-soaked jungle became hot again, and the white vapour everywhere blocked people's vision, making people feel hot and unbearably hot again. But the most uncomfortable thing is the ubiquitous mosquitoes, and if there is no mosquito repellent in this environment, it is no different from staying in hell.

Zhao Ziyang was still lying in the pool, revealing a face and squinting his eyes slightly. His face was already covered with muddy water, and he couldn't see what it was at all, and it completely blended in with the color of the waterhole.

He was hunted down all the way, until he entered Africa, where he was still being hunted down. This alone is enough to show how wolf Zhao Ziyang is at this time, not only does he feel that the wolf is unbearable, but the ruling also feels that Zhao Ziyang is a wolf enough.

Is it really a wolf bèi? No!

Africa is Zhao Ziyang's world, as long as he wants to, the verdict will inevitably be torn apart after entering Africa. Maybe it's the local armed forces, maybe it's all kinds of mercenaries, and even some small countries don't mind helping the mercenary emperor solve an enemy, so as to gain Zhao Ziyang's favor.

The reason why he didn't move was because Zhao Ziyang was unwilling to move. He will kill the judgment, with his own hands, for the judgment is his. Genetic mutation, Zhao Ziyang is the mother, and the ruling is just a half-finished product. It seems to be normal for the parent body to adjudicate on semi-finished products.

Looking at the verdict that came out cautiously, Zhao Ziyang slowly stood up from the quagmire and looked at the other party with a smile.

Suddenly seeing Zhao Ziyang, the verdict's expression instantly became nervous. This nervousness was skillfully concealed by him, but after all, it could not escape Zhao Ziyang's eyes.

"Do you want to ask why I didn't run away?" Zhao Ziyang said with a smile: "For you, is it necessary for me to escape?" I'm leading you to keep coming, to keep going deeper, just to avoid everyone's eyes and ears and ask you a question. ”

Facing the calm Zhao Ziyang, the verdict held the two-handed knife tightly and stared at Zhao Ziyang's shoulder. He did not stare at the other person's eyes, but at the shoulder, because all the movements of the person, especially the attack, would first come out from the action table of the shoulder.

"Don't escape, only die!" The verdict made a grim sound.

"Yes, if you don't escape, you will die." Zhao Ziyang shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "It's just that the one who died is you!" By the way, don't be nervous, relax, you have to hold the knife too tightly with both hands, that's because you were determined to chase me and be full of confidence. But when you suddenly saw that I was no longer on the run, I began to question my confidence. You thought you were in a trap, right? You think I've found a way to deal with you, do you? Hehehe...... Relax, you really need to relax, it's not a trap, it's just that I want to find a good place to ask you a question. You know, there are only two people like us in the world, you and me. I don't know if you feel lonely, but at least I do, hehe. ”

"Huh!"

The ruling rushed towards Zhao Ziyang violently, so fast that it left an afterimage in the air, so fast that Zhao Ziyang couldn't lock it firmly. And in fact, this is the case, the speed of the ruling has long been out of the cognition of normal human beings, even Zhao Ziyang would never have imagined to reach his speed. The difference between the two in speed is very different, and it is not at the same level at all.

Suddenly, the ruling stopped in front of Zhao Ziyang, and then repeated the old trick, jumping high up, flipping, and falling!

This is his favorite way to attack, the most surprising, the most deadly, and overwhelming. In the world of killers, this type of attack is called a backstab, but in the hands of the judge, it is a backcut.

Attacked by lightning, Zhao Ziyang's eyes narrowed fiercely, and he didn't need any reaction from his cranial nerves at all, and his body immediately crawled forward and lay down the moment the other party jumped up.

Although he knew the way the judgment was attacked, every time he faced this speed, there was a danger of death!