The latest African news is reported on TV, more than a dozen countries, important people have been assassinated, some are symptomatic and some are anti-symptomatic.

It's like having a pair of big hands playing the game of African chess behind your back.

"I can't imagine that Africa is really so messy, shouldn't we go back sooner?"

I don't know when the three daughters of Bella gathered around Liszt, Jessica, who was a little more gossipy, pulled Bella's clothes, like a little mouse about to enter the granary, looking around vigilantly.

At this moment, among the South Africans around Jessica's eyes, there may be a killer hiding at any time.

Bella was also worried: "You said that if something like this happens, will we not be allowed to leave, the kind that restricts leaving the country?"

"Scared, no, it's not that serious, we're in South Africa and not in North and Central Africa, those armed groups can't control South African planes, right?"

Jessica likes to live in a non-life-threatening wildlife sanctuary, but that doesn't mean she can accept living in this strange environment for a long time.

South Africa's climate and Fox are two extremes.

That's how much of her time spent in Jeffrey's "lab" is still a novelty for Johannesburg, but if she were allowed to stay here any longer, not for a week, no, she would be a little nostalgic for the wet earth of her hometown now.

These are all secondary, and the real concern is how many more people the killer will kill, and whether he will come to South Africa.

If an important person in South Africa is assassinated, they will probably be arrested as spies sent by the United States, let alone returned to China, and then locked up in a bottomless underground prison or an interrogation room of a secret organization, with a leather whip and a drop of wax (*∇\*)

Angela could tell that Bella was joking with Jessica, but wasn't that what a good girlfriend was like...... Help Bella add some water to the pit.

"Liszt, did you buy the ticket? Can you go and change it now, let's get out of here today, I don't want to be stranded in South Africa, I don't want to be interrogated by Africans......"

Liszt pretended not to notice Bella's prank, and thought about it thoughtfully, frowning a few times, which made Jessica even more panicked.

"Let's go meet up with Mike and the others first, and Jeffrey is still in the reserve, we can't leave them alone."

Jessica is just a little panicked and a little scared, this is the normal reaction of normal people, but to let Jessica leave her boyfriend, friends, classmates, girlfriends, and teachers without regard for her own safety, this choice is too cruel, Jessica wants to accompany Mike.

"You guys go find someone first, drive the car away, I'll stay and have something to do."

Liszt wanted to know more about the situation in Africa, although the news did not say whether the killers of these important people were men or women, but the first thing that came to Liszt's mind was purple...... What was the purpose of that man's coming to Africa......

Bella looked at Liszt with some concern: "Are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's going to be soon, and this is South Africa, and it's not very friendly to whites and Asians, but it's still safe."

Bella thought that Liszt was also an ordinary person, nodded and was relieved, but thought in her heart, did she find out that there were vampires in Johannesburg?

Liszt didn't find any trace of vampires, and he didn't know why he wanted to stay here, maybe because of the news uploaded on the black market last time, the auction of paleontological specimens? Or are you looking forward to meeting a master of national arts?

The previous Liszt was suspicious, he remembered that one of the Abba he had killed was missing, and that Bella and he had both felt that they were being followed, and that feeling did not disappear until they entered the village.

In fact, when they found the village to join Nandy and the others, Nandy mentioned that a group of armed men had been to the reserve and had gone to find Liszt.

Liszt was sure that he had never dealt with mercenaries, and that the mercenary leader Nandi was talking about was a yellow-skinned, black-eyed Asian American, and Liszt knew that she hadn't said a word, and that person was probably a Chinese.

At this point, in addition to the lack of evidence, Liszt can basically equate those sacred mercenaries who don't know where to go with stalkers and those who stole Ayba's body, and even the Guib bombed outside the reserve may also be the work of these people.

In this way, these people not only have no malicious intent, but they also seem to have helped them in their behavior. Wonderful Pen Court

There is also Tang Zichen's side, as long as Tang Zichen in this world is not too different from the one he knows, that is the "800,000 Forbidden Army Leader".

This level of identity gave Liszt every reason to suspect that the mercenary team would notice him because of Tang Zichen, and this was the only one in South Africa who had an intersection with him and had such ability.

As for whether it was Li Szt sent by Tang Zichen, it is unknown, but there is a connection.

Think about it from another perspective, if Liszt himself is an instructor of so many mercenaries, he has a very important mission in South Africa this time, and he was found wrong after getting off the plane, and a stranger helped him when he was fighting.

Then, the stranger had met him before coming to Africa, and Liszt himself would have asked him to look into his identity.

One is an American policeman, and the other is a world-class black elder who wants to carry out tasks that affect the interests of the United States.

Perhaps, all his information has already been put on the other party's desk.

At the Grand Mansion Hotel in Joburg, Liszt got off a taxi, 600 rand, about 40 US dollars, thirty or forty kilometers away.

Looking at the splendid Chinese-style hotel, Liszt slapped three in the face? Is it so rampant, that the black market is arranged in a hotel, or is it actually legal to sell specimens?

Liszt only heard the address of which street, but no one told him that he was in the hotel, the problem is that there are so many cars outside the hotel, and there are many people coming, all of them are here to participate in the auction?

Liszt didn't believe it, he preferred to believe that he had paid for a fake news.

This matter is not on the driver's head, Liszt paid the money happily, and if he comes, he will be safe, and he will talk about it first, but before that, Liszt still habitually has to do some disguise.

The golden wig, sunglasses, floral shirt, three-point pants, big gold chain, small watch, mustache, beard and beard are sticky and tightly guaranteed not to tear off for three minutes.

When everything was ready, Liszt entered the door of the hotel with the envious and greedy gaze of the black greeter.

In the hotel manager's office, Zhang Qiang, who was still dressed as a waiter, knocked on the door and entered.

Zhang Derong looked at his nephew and was a little surprised: "Why are you here, who is going to watch 806?"

806, the presidential suite, not entertaining, fixed auction venue, with a back door, connected to the restaurant, to check out the convenience of quick evacuation.

Zhang Qiang is not an auctioneer, he is still a waiter in 806, but his job is not to serve.

"Uncle Rong, someone is inquiring about the auction."

Zhang Qiang didn't want to come, but who made him undecided.

"Who's asking around, just let the security guard arrest him."

Those who are qualified to participate in the auction, do not need them to inquire blindly, the hotel itself will send the invitation to the past, of course, the invitation will not appear on the "auction" related words, and those who are not qualified enough to know the auction, and find out that the person who came to inquire about the auction venue in the hotel is either the police or the opponent.

In this case, it is easy to kill people without killing people, but it is a routine operation to arrest and control them with abnormal behavior, and then send them to the police station after the auction is over.

"It's Liszt."

"Who? Who is Liszt?"

⊙▽⊙: "Uncle Rong, have you heard of Alzheimer?" ”

The wrinkles on Uncle Rong's forehead spelled out the word "well": "Isn't it good to live?" ”