Battlefield Contractor

Several Hummers drove on a deserted road, and everything around them was an indescribable red-yellow color that is unique to Africa. Black Africa is actually not black, but red and yellow. The red is soil, and the yellow is dust and plants.

Hearing Alexei's groan behind him, Lin Rui spit out the cigarette **** in his mouth and handed him a bottle of water. "Drink some. If you don't drink any more water, you will become dehydrated. In this season, it is not a pleasant thing."

Alexei leaned over, drank the water, and finally lifted his chapped and white lips, "Thank you, but who are you and where are you taking me?"

"Don't worry, I'm not a Russian, let alone a member of a secret society. We are just a group of helpers, a military company." Lin Rui shrugged, "But luckily, I was not hired by your enemy. So you can rest assured that we will send you safely to your new boss, American."

Lin Rui looked at the gunshot wound on Alexei's body and shrugged, "Of course, try to be safe."

Alexei smiled bitterly, "It seems that I really made a bet this time. If I bring the intelligence with me, I am afraid that the Americans will not care about my life and death if they find the intelligence. On the contrary, it will destroy the intelligence. , Americans care about my life and death so much."

"Okay, the story between you and your employer has nothing to do with us, and we don't care. I have already contacted the Americans and sent you to Mombasa. After handing you over there, we will be done. Now." Lin Rui shrugged.

"I've heard of you." Alexei whispered, "Are you Rick?"

"Well, I didn't even know that I was so famous." Lin Rui smiled.

"In the Russian intelligence service, the file about you and the black island is so thick." Alexei smiled bitterly, "especially after you killed the minister's female assistant. I'm really surprised, after something like that happened. , You are all right at all. Don't you worry about revenge?"

"If you are referring to the Russian female bear, I can tell you that her death itself is revenge. It is not the Russians who retaliate against us, but we are retaliating against her. It's that simple." Lin Rui whispered.

"Well, I just thought, I should say thank you." Alexey looked at Lin Rui and said.

"No, we've never been heroes who are righteous and brave, just take money to do things." Lin Rui sighed, "and now we still have a lot of our own troubles."

"That girl is also Russian?" Alexei looked at Yelena who was sitting in front.

"We are just a team. We only care about ability, no matter who the opponent is, where they come from, and regardless of the opponent's skin color and race. Therefore, we have everyone in our team training." Lin Rui looked out the car window and whispered, " But Russia, you better lower your head."

"What's the matter?" Alexei was a little dazed.

"On the one hand, she said to my girlfriend, it makes me uncomfortable to stare at her like this. Also, for safety. Someone is catching up from behind, and all prepare me for battle!"

In the distance, several armed pickup trucks were rushing, and the armed men in the vehicle waved the weapons in their hands and shouted loudly, meaning that they should stop immediately.

"Damn it, it should be the secret agency that bought the nearby clan armed forces." Jiang An frowned. "These guys are not professional, but if we don't leave soon, they will have many people."

Suddenly, there was a "slap" of torn flesh and blood, and the militants screaming and shaking their assault rifles exploded a torrent of blood on their chests, their heads suddenly leaned back, and people were beaten to the ground. Others didn't know what was going on. Only then did they hear gunshots from a distance. It was obvious that Yelena was more talented than anyone for sniping from a distance.

As Lin Rui and the others speeded up the sprint, the vehicles of the militants who had been huddled behind began to catch up, and all the vehicles gathered in the huge desert of Africa. There were still seventy or eighty people in this flow of traffic, shooting wantonly at the Hummer of Lin Rui and others.

Lin Rui frowned and said, "Who are these people?"

Jiang An shook his head and said: "I don't know, it should be the armed clan nearby! It is estimated that they were bought by the secret society. These people are willing to do anything with the money."

He didn't finish his words, all the o2 players felt they heard a "huuhuu" wind. It's like the sound of a sharp weapon in the wind. And it is getting bigger and louder, making the eardrum feel punctured.

Lin Rui raised his head and saw an airplane appear in the sky. This airplane looked like an old-fashioned coach airplane, or the kind used to spray pesticides on that farm. Anyway, it is the old wooden biplane, which is very noisy, and I don't know where these people got it.

Sergey exclaimed, "They actually have air support troops. Everyone..."

His voice was immediately obliterated by the gale, and the armed militants armed with weapons came down on the ground and fired at the Humvee on the ground.

But these African militiamen would be great if they could shoot this crumbling thing into the sky, but they didn't have a good shot at it. I don't know how to calculate the advance amount. The dust on the ground swept by the bullets is rising, but it is outrageous. Originally, the speed of this small biplane was faster than that of the Hummer underneath, and a staggering passed. The pilot of the plane could only go in a big circle and turn the nose. Then several bombs were tilted down one after another, and they rang in mid-air. The bombs arrived in an instant, regardless of the enemy's random bombardment, and the road was blown into potholes.

Many African armed men were yelled and screamed. Several cars tipped over on the side of the road, which greatly affected the morale of these black buddies.

Lin Rui was also disgraced by the dust raised in the car: "Isn't this one of them? Why did he even blow up his own?.

Jiang An frowned and said: "This is not a fighter jet. It should be a small civilian aircraft. The specific model is unknown. Because it was dropped too low, it only exploded indiscriminately! And what they threw down seemed to be mortar shells with modified fuses. Although it can explode after being thrown down, since the primer that has not been triggered will also explode, it will explode and fly randomly."

"Really, there are such second-hand goods? Where did they get the second-hand broken plane, and they took a box of mortar shells that had changed the fuze and used it as a bomber? What a **** talent!" Lin Rui couldn't laugh or cry.

The sound of airplane engines, gun explosions, and various shouts and shouts are mixed and intertwined, forming a picture that people will never forget.

No one can describe this style of painting, so cruelly beautiful, so tragic, war-fighting, flesh-and-blood, and the desolation of the sunset and desert in Africa.