Bo Fu drove along the highway on his motorcycle, and saw signs along the way that gave him a little insight into the place. "In Spanish, it seems that this place is indeed a quasi-real world composed of the fantasy of some origin world. The guy simply parked his bike on the side of the road, and after hiding into a small hill on the side, he began to look through his loot, "Hey, I habitually killed those unlucky guys, and it seems that I still accidentally mistook them for NPCs in the anime world." Let me see what you've got? What kind of money are these?" Bo Fu pulled out a bill, waved it, and looked at the sun. The heads and scenery on the banknotes are completely unknown, and the five-figure amount

"The banknotes in this place are worthless," Bo Fu made this conclusion after flipping through all his wallets, almost all the banknotes are more than four digits, and the coins are basically three-digit amounts, to be honest, Bo Fu doesn't know how much the money in Lu Dao's hand is, and what can he buy. However, the weapon in his hand is very common - it has been used a lot by Bo Fu for a long time, "I didn't expect that there is also M1911 in this world, and there is also AKM. Bo Fu put all the bullets he had collected into a backpack, then threw the AKM onto his motorcycle, and continued to rummage through the contents of his wallet with a pistol in his waist.

In addition to the banknotes, the eight wallets contained notes with unknown words and numbers, and then some photographs of relatives who were clearly family members. Nothing beyond that. Bo Fu had to collect the money in these wallets and discard the excess. After that, I drove my motorcycle along the road again.

The motorcycle came to a halt at a bend - Burfu spotted an armed checkpoint in the distance. Several buses were parked there for inspection by heavily armed soldiers. "I guess there is a fighting between the government army and the guerrillas in this country! "A turn in the car. Bo Fu drove the motorcycle directly into the field, preparing to bypass this blockade. Thanks to this guy's super vision, he had already spotted the checkpoint long before he could enter the sight of the soldiers stationed at the checkpoint, and thanks to the terrain, Bo Fu could enter the wilderness before the opposing soldiers found out, ready to drive the car as far as possible where it could no longer go, and then walk through the blockade.

"It's strange that these militants must know that there are checkpoints in the road. So they must have a joint somewhere to get out of, but I just can't find it. Hey, it's true that maps are the safest only in people's heads? Bo Fu muttered as he steered his motorcycle over the chaotic grassy surface until he reached the foot of a mountain. It's one of a series of hills. It is clear that this small mountain range is a gap through the blockade line, and the reason why there are no 'government troops' patrolling here is also because the mountain range cannot pass through any equipment at all, and can only be passed by a small number of lightly armed mountain warriors. And Berfu can be sure that there must be checkpoints on both sides where this mountain range is easy to travel - fortunately, Berfu has in fact bypassed the checkpoints of the "government forces", and now the question is how to get past the checkpoints of the "guerrillas".

These problems were not a problem for Bo Fu at all - he was walking on the same level as if he were going over the mountains and cross-country anyway. Carrying a large bag and an AKM, he dressed casually and crossed more than a dozen kilometers of mountains in an hour. At the speed of an inhuman beast, he once again stepped onto the road from no man's land. It's actually only a dozen kilometers away from the town marked on the road, and it doesn't take an hour to walk there.

The town is quite prosperous, with at least a few thousand people living here. Hiding his AKM and bullets in a tree trunk, he stepped into the town with an empty bag and a pistol hidden at his waist. Fortunately, the race in this place is typical of mixed southern European and South American blood, and the yellow face of Bofu is not special here - most of the local Indians have this face. He wandered around the market with his bag on his back, buying a newspaper and a tourist map. The newspapers were full of stories about the rebels' glorious victory, and Birfaux had finally figured out where he was - although the Federal Republic of Resas was called a federation, it was more appropriate to call the regions a confederation, and the language of the Indians was completely different from that of immigrants, and for hundreds of years it was completely enshrined into a country by the force of the colonists. In this day and age, the era of colonization is long gone, and in some places there have been calls for independence – with the result that armed conflict has resulted.

The armed conflict, or civil war, in this country has been going on for decades, although in terms of intensity it is completely incomparable to the Chinese civil war in the origin world of Bofu, that is, the level of direct armed conflict between South American guerrillas and government forces, but it still attracts many mercenaries in this world who rely on war for food. When Bo Fu found a hotel to stay in, he found that the owner downstairs had an advertisement for mercenary recruitment.

Both sides of the war in this country are hiring a large number of war dogs, and the cost of these war dogs is cheaper than using their own soldiers - there is no need to pay for them, and there is no need to think about the way out after discharge, the only thing to pay is a little money, there are a large number of outlaws and desperate guys here, although mercenaries are charged by the number of days, but many times those guys die on the battlefield and save a lot of money. Bo Fu also knew how much the money he had on him was worth - he could stay in the hotel for a week, and then he would have to find a way to earn it.

Bo Fu walked around and retrieved his loot, and then he began to look downstairs at the recruitment advertisements of the mercenary group - he was going to find a relatively reliable squad to join in.

"What kind of lofty names have they all given, but they are just a group of war dogs with no way out, what are you talking about Thunder, wolves, foxhounds, etc.? It seems that the mercenary group called the Red Dragon has been crossed out in the advertisement just now? Boss!" Bo Fu spat as he watched, and then he shouted to the innkeeper, "Is there a dart? ”

The innkeeper was not surprised, and most novice mercenaries who couldn't make up their minds would basically find something to gamble on - but some people used darts, and some people used poker. Some people just use dice. The chubby boss gave Bo Fu a dart, and Bo Fu closed his eyes and shook it off. "That's you, what the is the name of the Heaven's Gate Mercenary Group?

Although the name was very unlucky, Bo Fu took the introduction from the innkeeper and applied for the job according to the advertised location. He counted the house numbers and found a small tin house, which was crumbling, and when he walked in, he found only an old man napping inside. Bo Fu knocked on the table in front of the old man, "Hey! I'm here to apply!"

The old man raised his head sleepily, but Bo Fu saw the old man under the table holding a pistol in his hand, and pointed it directly at him, "This old man is a veteran, and his alertness is really good." He pretended not to see it—in fact, a normal person would not have had time to see it at that moment. "You're here to apply? Okay, okay, tell me about yourself. I'm the leader of the Paradise Mercenary Regiment, Old Charlie. The old man yawned and tapped the cup in front of him, which was no longer water. (To be continued......)