The vast Sahara has no edge, the end seems to be connected with the sky, and those who set foot here can feel their own insignificance most intuitively, some worship kowtowers, and some kneel and cry after crossing the desert. No one is conceited to think that they have truly conquered the desert, and all those who have crossed the desert and have intact body parts will subconsciously attribute their success to the blessing of the gods, who have always believed that there is a real god in the depths of the Sahara.

A small black dot appeared in the sharp eyes of a flamingo looking for food in the desert. The small black dot looked extremely dazzling in a patch of yellow-orange-orange sand, and the black dot slowly enlarged in the flamingo's eyes, which turned out to be a man walking alone. The man was draped in long blond hair, with stubble and chapped lips, and bare feet in the soft sand, he should be happy, after all, the corners of his mouth have been raising an arc that cannot be concealed since just now.

The man walked to the leeward slope and sat down cross-legged, he stretched out his hand to greet the birds in the sky, took out the water bottle from the backpack on both sides of the wooden stick and drank two sips, and then groped out a mobile phone from the deepest part of the backpack, which showed that there were twenty missed calls after turning it on, and he called back one by one unhurriedly.

"Hey, hey, be louder, I don't have a good signal here, yes, I'm Mu Qi. Morga. ”

"Have you all arrived? I'll be there right away. Lin, you should really come and feel the feeling of stepping on the sand for yourself, it's great! There is a taste of freedom. ”

"Hahaha, that's right, Modo personally promised me that he would give me freedom after completing this mission. Lin, help me one last time, when I'm gone, the blood net will be yours. ”

"Don't mention Solo to me, he's just the guy who was sent to temporarily serve as the leader of the blood web after Andy's death, and he won't stay long."

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Putting down the phone, this guy who has dealt with Mu Qinghe several times seems to be in a good mood. He lay on the sand, looked up at the scorching sky, and suddenly felt an uncontrollable sense of loneliness welling up in his heart.

He didn't know where his hometown was, he didn't know who his parents were, and he was taken by Andy, the leader of the killer organization Blood Network, from the time he could remember, and became Andy's only apprentice. But Andy's master didn't seem to teach him anything other than killing, he took money to kill people in a mess, followed Andy to join the night organization in a mess, and served the guy named Modo as the master in a mess.

Later, Andy was actually killed, his skills were not as good as others, and he died, but he seemed to be even more confused. He didn't know what he was after, and he felt empty in his chest, as if it didn't contain something called a heart.

Not long ago, when he went on a mission to Leon, he ran into an old man who was so crazy that he couldn't do anything. The old man, who was also a watchman, appeared when he was lurking on the roof of a building, preparing to assassinate a local politician with great charisma.

The old man came up from the stairs and lay down beside him, wanting to exchange half of the corn tortilla in his hand for the sniper rifle in his hand, Mu Qi, who missed the best time for assassination, angrily pulled out his leg knife and stabbed the old man in the heart, but was slapped by the old man and stumbled, and finally he was taken away by the old man with the rope of his gaiter knife, and gagged his mouth with half a corn tortilla.

"Old bastard, Lao Tzu is about to be free, I will definitely go to you for revenge, you wait!" Mu Qi scolded viciously, but what he was thinking about was the scene where he and the old man looked at each other unpleasantly. I remember that the old man also personally prayed for him and comprehended a kind of spiritual energy, but until now, he has not sensed the spiritual energy of the old man who almost brutally pressed his head to pray for blessing, but he can also see this kind of thing, and it is extremely difficult to comprehend a spiritual energy and then comprehend the second one, which not only depends on understanding, but also accounts for a large component.

"Anyway, for me who is about to be free, everything is not so important." Mu Qi got back to his feet, and the loneliness dissipated, and when he met the old fellow, he suddenly knew what he wanted, just like the old bastard who was so mad that he thought of the waterfall-washed waterhole as his own urinal, and the towering mountains as his own chicken coop.

People live their whole lives, but the word is free.

The young man surnamed Morga picked up two huge bags with a wooden stick, and in the heavy packages, one of them seemed to contain the confetti of the wine bottle of the world, and the other was a lonely, free, faithful, proud, lit a cigarette, his hair was messy, and he was barefoot, walking and jumping in the direction of the wind.

On the other side of the desert, a hundred kilometers away from the boy, two off-road vehicles were speeding through the yellow sand.

"I've been in the desert on two missions, Great Sage, do you think I should be glad or should I scold that old guy Xiongqi?" A teenager shrunk in the passenger seat of the first car, looking through the window, there was no end to the yellow sand, the dead desert was quiet and majestic, especially at night, the whining wind seemed to be a lonely undead singing war songs.

"Then you scold Xiongqi, he can't hear it anyway." Shengyou drove the car intently, and replied casually.

At this time, the headset they were wearing suddenly sounded a snorting noise similar to a short circuit, Mu Qinghe frowned, and Xiaomi, who was sitting in the back seat, simply ripped off the headset, plucked out his ears vigorously, and shouted angrily: "Bastard Fubo!" What do you want. As soon as the words fell, I heard a voice that was louder than the noise just now, and more sad and angry than Xiaomi's complaint came from the headsets of all the members of the three teams.

"Mu Qinghe, your uncle! Is there a captain like you? Why let me drive alone to pull gear! When he set off from school, he said that Shengyou, who could drive, and Mu Qinghe, who had taken the second subject test in his hometown, took turns driving the second car. But just after entering the desert a day ago, the two cars of the entire convoy fell into a strange atmosphere, and after entering the desert, they stopped and rested twice in total, but the guys in car No. 1 stopped at a distance of 500 meters from themselves every time they stopped to rest, making it clear that they had been driving car No. 2, and the most excessive thing was that they didn't bring themselves to dinner!

Originally, Fubo wanted to be tougher, but he couldn't bear to eat cold bread after a pause, and in the end he still compromised with this group of demons sadly, no way, there were canned bread sausages and a whole carton of beer in the car, and he was equipped with guns and ammunition from the weapons department and three folding sand motorcycles, isn't this bullying honest people?

"Fubo, don't bump my box." Xiaomi's side sat Yumeng, she obviously just woke up, her eyes squinted slightly, and her voice was cold. Mu Qinghe wanted to tease Fubo for a few words, but when he heard Yumeng's words, he was suddenly silenced. In the past few days, they have usually slept in the car, which also made Mu Qinghe slowly discover that the cold-faced Miss He in the back seat who dared to go against anyone when she picked up a sniper rifle actually had the same problem as other women, and she slept lazy. And the person in front of him still has a very serious wake-up gas, and the others didn't care about this matter until one day Shengyou, who was pushed by everyone to wake her up, was kicked behind the crotch......

Hearing Yumeng speak, the corners of Shengyou's mouth, who was driving, twitched unconsciously.

Fu Bo turned his head to look at the silver box that had been carefully fastened to the co-pilot, and his heart was even more sad and angry, he raised his head and looked out through the skylight, not knowing whether he was looking at the vast desert sky or trying to prevent tears from falling.

On the south side of the desert, the city of Nouakchott was crowded with people from five directions, and they rented a huge camel caravan and walked quietly on the desert with the golden afterglow, nearly a hundred of them without making the slightest sound. After the camel lay down, everyone neatly rolled over, and then under the leadership of an old man, they all took off their shoes and socks that were in the way, and everyone began to run barefoot on this yellow sand where countless creatures were buried and there were endless dangers!

The descendants of those who were too old to be verifiable showed their fangs on such a large scale for the first time on this ordinary day.