Chi Ming City, the capital of country R, is a capital that cannot be noticed anywhere in the world, and the dilapidated Cheng dù is not even as luxurious as some third-tier cities in China. The dirty streets are completely unattended, as if littering here is a positive act of civility.

Centered around government buildings and a few iconic buildings, the entire city is built almost in an irregular circle. Outside of the government office area, which is still a good look, you will see an old and decadent residential and commercial area that is equivalent to the architecture of the 80s in Japan.

Nighthawk was sitting on the third floor of a hotel in the city center, but how it looked like an old alley in a nostalgic movie, quietly looking out the window at the crowd who didn't know what to do. They were yellow-skinned and wore shabby clothes. Being able to walk through the entire street with a few brightly dressed people is definitely a highlight. Nighthawk couldn't help but shake his head.

"Captain, this is the capital? How do I feel that the countryside in Africa is too poor. Yaksha made an exaggerated gesture and stared out the window with wide eyes, a look of indignation for the people of country R.

"It's just that the national conditions are different, there are many wars here, and it's good that people can survive." Nighthawk sighed, and he sighed a lot about the living conditions in this place. If such a country with beautiful mountains and rivers develops well, it still has a great future. It's a pity.

Out of the sacred mountain, the women of the shooting sun tribe were arranged. Nighthawk and his entourage dressed up and came to Zhiming City. Nighthawk finds the local agent, who assigns them a new identity and allows them to quickly integrate into local life without attracting the attention of others.

Fauber: It's easier for them. Speaking with a local accent, the Sunshooter only needs to carry a burden, which is full of fruit. Just find a roadside squat down and sell it, and no one will suspect it for the rest of your life.

Like this kind of mountain people with knives and bows and arrows on their bodies, the people of Zhiming City have long been surprised. However, it was the Nighthawks whose weaponry made the agents very useless. In the end, the agent got two old jeeps and put all the weapons in the mezzanine of the toolbox, so that he could get by.

Country R is a relatively chaotic place, from ancient times to the present, I don't know how many years of war. Here are their own people fighting with their own people, and tribes fighting with tribes. Later, it was the invaders who came to fight the invaders. After the invaders were gone, they fought their own people, as if they never stopped.

So in this country, force represents a qiē. If you have more men and more guns, you are the boss, and you can say what is what.

Many people walking on the street have guns hanging from their waists or chests, showing the peculiarity of their status. However, ordinary people saw that they were all taking a detour. Who would want to mess with these evil stars?

Instead of staying with them, Fauber chose to sleep on the side of the road. Mountain people like them don't stay in hotels. Who would have thought that some mountain people who sell fruit would be willing to pay a lot of money to live in a hotel, isn't that a clear accusation that there is a problem with the family?

Nighthawk had no choice but to choose the hotel near the street where Fauber was squatting. It's the best hotel in the neighborhood, but this is the best red brick hotel with a height of only three storeys. A simple cement paste on the exterior wall and a huge billboard is considered a luxurious decoration.

The interior of the inn is even more shabby, a replica of a small street. The dirty and messy description of the interior walls of the hotel can be regarded as a compliment to the owner here.

I don't know how many years the corridor has not been cleaned is full of thick layers of ash. The filthy walls are covered with peeling wallpaper. In many places, the deep yellow phlegm left by the marks left after it dried up, and people did not want to eat when they saw it.

However, this is in line with the characteristics of this place, because the owner has no restaurant or other place for guests to eat and drink, and perhaps even he himself does not want to stay in such an unappetizing place to eat.

The room was clean. It seems that the boss here is no matter how bad his brain is, and no matter how he has no sense of business. I still know how to make guests feel at home.

The room was immaculately clean, although the simple décor and furnishings were all about the fact that it was a small hotel. But the refreshing feeling can really bring a lot of comfort, at least, it really has the feeling of home.

"Why have these monkeys and mines been out for so long and haven't come back? These two boys are really unconscious, and they are always worrying. Yaksha looked like he hated iron but not steel, and said with a long sigh.

Nighthawk said angrily: "You think it's normal to go to the street to buy vegetables, it's normal to ask about something that is to stay for two or three days, it's only half a day, what are you in a hurry." ”

Yaksha smiled and said flatteringly, "Aren't I worried about them, you see them are a stuffy and a little kid." If you come to this unfamiliar place, if you encounter a situation where you get lost or something, you have to worry about it. ”

Nighthawk didn't bother to talk to him, so he turned around and talked to the black bear. Yaksha was left alone, sitting bored in front of the window, not knowing what to do.

Nighthawk got the exact information, and the Poison King lived in Zhiming City. The agents also told them that the Poison King would come to the city once a day to attend some of the House's meetings.

His position is very important, and the heads of those R countries don't even dare to hold any meetings without the Poison King, and they don't even dare to hold any meetings until the Poison King comes.

Nighthawk sent monkeys and mines out to observe the Poison King's movements. They have no characteristics, they are ordinary people, and they will never be able to find where they are when they are thrown in the pile. Nighthawk was more relieved, so he let them out as soon as he got the news. It's been 5 days in a row today.

But the time of the poison king's visit is uncertain, sometimes early in the morning, sometimes noon, and once he doesn't come until lunch. This pattern makes it difficult for Nighthawk to grasp the direction of the plan. This is on other people's territory, although there are not many people now. But if you take the wrong step, you will probably be wiped out.

The door rang and Yaksha got up to open the door. The monkey and the mine walked in with a calm face.

"How's it going? How is it today. Seeing the two of them returning, Nighthawk hurriedly ran over and asked eagerly. His time was running out, he had been in this place for five days, and he couldn't wait any longer. If you wait any longer, you might find something to come.

Mine shrugged and said, "Today has not changed, the same time as yesterday." After staying for three hours, I went back the way I came. Or four cars, 4 bodyguards each. ”

Nighthawk nodded, observing it for the past few days. Although the whereabouts of the Poison King are uncertain, he will definitely come to the city every day. However, his fleet will always be four, and there are only 13 bodyguards, so it is not difficult to deal with it.

"Captain, when are you going to do it?" The black bear asked everyone's top concern. In fact, everyone is tired of staying here, and the veteran players understand that the longer it goes, the more dangerous it is. A quick fix is also their only option.

It's a bad decision, but it's still a bad decision. After a battle between the heavens and the people, Nighthawk was ruthless, gritted his teeth and said, "Inform them that they will go out of the city overnight today, and we will ambush us halfway." Victory or defeat is all about it. Turned to look out the window. The sky was cloudy, and the wind was blowing suddenly. The thick, dark clouds pressed lower and lower. A storm is coming.

When it's dark, you can't even see the things in front of you, and the big cow who walks in front is tied with a white tissue, commonly known as the "luminous belt", to guide everyone in the direction of progress. In fact, he is also moving forward in the dark, but he has a better sense of direction than others, so the position of the top soldier always belongs to him. Even the black bear of the old soldier, in this kind of night when he can't see his fingers, can only admire the big bull with emotion, and say that it is good to be young.

It was already late at night, and Nighthawk had chosen this time when no one was aware of it and left the hotel. Quietly walked past the sleepy boss's door. In this way, even if he wakes up early the next morning, the boss who will not care about anything will not know that his tenants have disappeared en masse in the middle of the night.

Fauber and his party also followed behind Nighthawk, and they were all dressed in strong suits at the moment. The waist hangs a sharp blade with a long bow, showing a swift and majestic posture. Especially the two Huoying sisters, who have not seen each other for a few days, even in such a dark night, everyone can still feel their feminine charm and feminine spirit.

The location of the ambush Nighthawk was carefully considered, and finally settled on a narrow path about 8 kilometers from the city. The convenient place here is that the drug king must pass through here whether he enters the city or returns home.

The trail is sandwiched between two rolling hills that stretch for a mile. Just enough size for two cars to pass side by side. The lush woods on both sides of the road, which naturally grow on the hills, provide them with excellent shelter. This is definitely a good place to kill people and steal goods, ambush and rob.

Nighthawk saw this place and sighed, this is the place where the Poison King is buried.

It was still dark and dreary, and there was no sign of improvement, but the wind was getting stronger. Whoever blows is a little unsteady on their feet. In the distance, a flash of lightning suddenly lit up the sky, illuminating the faces of the people who were hurrying away.

Nighthawk saw Fauber's solemn expression in the lightning. He was dumbfounded all the way, just silently bowed his head and hurried away, only the occasional rattling of the knife could prove that his love was still very excited.

Nighthawk looked at this middle-aged man who had been trapped in deep self-blame, but who had always forced a smile on his face, and only revealed his true temperament when late at night. Suddenly, Nighthawk understood that he was preparing for the upcoming opportunity for revenge, and was ready to fight to the death.

The distance of 8 km was reached quickly. For them, the special forces and the evil sunshooters with fast feet, it was a matter of the blink of an eye.

The surroundings were pitch black, and I couldn't see anything, but I could only roughly know that I was walking on the path, and the longing black shadow around me was the hill bag that was about to become a new hiding point.

Boom, thunder rolled across the sky, and lightning was like a sharp blade that fell from the nine heavens, cutting through the endless darkness and rushing straight to the earth.

There was another thunderclap, and the rain fell without warning, wetting the people who were looking for cover.

Nighthawk looked up at the sky, and his face ached from the heavy rain. The ground crackled as it fell.

Retracted his gaze and quietly looked into the blurred distance: "The storm is coming after all!" ”