None of them doubted how those officers died. Perhaps death was too normal for them.

For thousands of years, life and death battles have been staged every day in the vast African savannah. These descendants of Africa are used to seeing these scenes. There is no doubt that someone secretly killed their leader. Several vultures are circling in the sky, waiting for food.

Fresh bones on the ground.

A chase turned out to have this ending, an inexplicable ending. Li Moyang couldn't help sighing. The crisis was over. He was about to get up and return to Song Lingling and Song Yiming's hiding place. A bullet was shot into the mound next to him, and then another

A bullet was fired to the other side. A quick look showed that two bullets, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiched Li Moyang in the middle, and they were exactly the same distance from his body.

Li Moyang froze on the spot and did not dare to move. He knew that the other party was a sharpshooter and that he was being targeted.

However, the other party did not shoot him. The two bullets, one on the left and the other on the right, were clearly meant for teasing. This was a bit meaningful. Li Moyang figured this out, slightly hooked up the corners of his mouth, with a sneer, and raised his hand in the direction of the distant bullets.

He raised his right hand and extended his index finger, and said softly

: "Want to play? I'll have fun with you and see who gets played in the end!" After saying that, without worrying about bullets from behind, he turned around and walked towards the boulder where Song Lingling and Song Yiming were hiding. The fierce African sun could not leave behind his slender figure.

, but that figure is still very chic!

Someone a kilometer away saw Li Moyang leaving gracefully through the scope. He was still very impressed. He pulled and released the trigger several times, but finally did not pull the trigger. He sighed. Li Moyang's mouth shape said clearly,

Okay, let's have fun, aren't you awesome? I will definitely play you to death this time!

…

"Boss, you're not dead? Bah, bah, I'm such a crow's mouth!" Song Yiming said in surprise.

Li Moyang smiled jokingly: "I told you, I am a weakling who cannot be killed. The person who can kill me has not yet been born!"

Song Lingling was stunned for a moment, then threw herself into Li Moyang's arms: "I was worried to death. With that burst of gunfire just now, I thought I would never see you again."

Li Moyang enjoyed this rare moment. It felt so good to have a beautiful woman in his arms. Especially after experiencing life and death, the impact of this feeling was even stronger. The two held each other's heartbeats for a long time and felt that everything was unspoken.

Spiritual communication.

"Ahem, don't forget there's a big light bulb here!" Song Yiming smiled coyly, "Damn, this light bulb is so bright! It's so indifferent to me that I don't exist."

"Let's go. It's okay. Let's see how we get out of the prairie and go to North Africa. Let's go!" Li Moyang also smiled awkwardly and let go of his arms. Song Lingling shyly smoothed the ends of her hair.

"Boss, what happened just now?" Song Yiming asked Li Moyang as the three people turned around and headed north.

"It should be a tribal war, but it seems that it was also caused by us. The guys from Stone City in the south pursued us and were mistaken by the guys from the northern tribes for launching a war of aggression. Therefore, they fought in two attacks and both sides suffered losses. I just gave them more

Just a few casualties..." Li Moyang made a bold assumption and expressed his guess.

"I see, I understand, they are a bunch of unlucky people, haha!"

Li Moyang smiled faintly, but did not say that there was a mysterious killer following closely behind, seemingly playing a game of eagle and chicken, teasing the three of them.

It's time to come, let's have fun next time! Li Moyang turned around and glanced into the distance, then turned around and continued moving forward.

Walking across the African grasslands in the middle of the day, he was sweating profusely and exhausted in a short while. It was not possible to continue like this. Li Moyang stood on a high slope and looked around, without caring about the so-called sniper. He

Once you understand the sniper's psychology and tease yourself until you have a mental breakdown, you won't kill your opponent easily before. What you want is this process, the process of teasing.

There is a town in the distance. There may be cars there, and having a car is much more convenient. But I don’t know what will happen in the town where it is located.

The three of them walked for another two hours, and it was already evening when they arrived at the town. In Li Moyang's impression, it was similar to a Chinese town. There were brick or adobe bungalows on the roadside, and there were not many in the center.

There are several small buildings. There are some storefronts, restaurants and so on along the street, showing some liveliness.

Black people in twos and threes on the street looked at Li Moyang and the three of them from time to time. Even if the three of them covered their heads and faces, they could still see the difference. Only then did Li Moyang understand that this town is not a Muslim, and almost no one is dressed like this. Damn it.

, take it step by step and hope you won’t get into trouble.

There is a bar in front of it. The three English characters "bar" show that the owner of the bar has a white background. In the impression, Li Moyang still has a good impression of white people hanging out in Africa.

Entering the bar, I ordered three glasses of South African red wine and sat down. Several black muscular men stared at the three of them fiercely. Each of them had a beer in front of them. The bar was dark, and they could only see their shining eyes and white teeth. What was on their faces?

The expression cannot be seen.

The bar owner was an old white man, and he looked at the three of them curiously. On the wall behind the bar were two old-fashioned shotguns, and a stuffed wildebeest head hung on the wall to embellish the African style. It was a simple bar, but it revealed a hint of weirdness.

What was strange was a symbol next to the two shotguns. Li Moyang had seen this symbol before and was deeply impressed by it. It was the emblem of the Vito family, the branch of Sicily in Tunisia, a giant black hawk.

Could it be that this is the stronghold of the Vito family? That would be great. We can contact Ferro and the blonde beauty Lydia, and even meet our adopted son, the little black boy Sam Lee. So what about this trip to Africa?

Still very worth it!

However, there is no suitable excuse. Li Moyang doesn't want to expose his relationship with the Vito family just yet. Who knows who the owner of this bar is, so it's better to be careful.

The expected bar fight didn't happen. Li Moyang and the other two ordered three sets of bread, steak and ham, and ate in great embarrassment. They were too hungry, and they didn't care about the gentleman's appearance and demeanor. They actually attracted the attention of the three black men.

The big man laughed with his mouth wide open.

Song Yiming asked quietly: "Boss, we don't have money to pay the bill, what should we do?"

"What to do? Cold salad!" Li Moyang patted the rifle hidden in his large robe. Song Yiming grinned bitterly and fainted. What followed was another bloody storm.

"Hi..." After finishing his meal, Li Moyang stood up and greeted the boss. The old white man nodded and extended his hand to pay the bill. Li Moyang lifted his white robe, took out an AK and threw it on the bar. The three black men were shocked.
Chapter completed!