After breakfast, the convoy was not in a hurry to set off. Except for Asak, who was watching in the radar duty room and the tuk-tuk driver who was busy moving the remaining wooden boards back to the container from the bonfire buried in the sand, everyone else got into the unfolding medical car.

On the snow-white bulkhead, the projector made an electronic version scanned from a map provided by Daniel.

On this map, there is also a self-driving route drawn by Daniel. This self-driving route is divided into red and black. The black one is the area you have walked through, and the red one is the area you have not walked through. On this route, there are still patterns such as triangles, squares, circles, and five-pointed stars.

Daniel half lying on the hospital bed, enduring the pain caused by Liu Xiaoye to treat him with the wound. He held a laser pen in one hand and a small microphone in the other hand and said weakly, "This map was compiled by collecting Professor Logan's research materials and the road books he had left behind in the Sahara Desert several times before he disappeared."

"What do these different shapes of signs mean?" Nasha asked curiously.

"The circle represents a safer supply point. The pentagram is where Professor Logan once set foot. The rest is meaningless and I just drew it casually."

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other. This kid is so terrible!

Daniel was complacent and circled the only two five-pointed stars on the map in the Sahara Desert with a laser pen and said, "These two points are where I guess the most likely to find Professor Logan.

This five-pointed star located in Chad is about 80 kilometers away from the border. From the satellite map, there is a mountain range with a silhouette similar to Snoopy. I call it Snoopy Mountain. This mountain is about five kilometers long. If possible, I hope to find it there."

"Daniel, is there an oasis nearby? Or a nomadic tribe or something." Shiquan ignored the strange name of the mountain and asked the key question directly.

"No, there is nothing there."

Daniel shook his head, amplified his weak voice through the microphone, and said with certainty, "I have consulted a lot of information, and there is nothing but stones and sand. If I hadn't met you, I would have planned to go here after Faarano's supply. But even so, it was very dangerous. Even if I didn't want to go back, the closest supply points were in Agadham in Niger."

While saying that, Daniel used a laser pen to circle the circular mark in Niger on the map. "This is the relatively safest supply point, and there is an oil field that Huaxia is responsible for mining, where you can buy almost all supplies except weapons."

"There are still Chinese oil fields here?"

Shiquan looked at He Tianlei sitting opposite him, and the latter nodded, "From the easternmost Sudan to the easternmost Mauritania, there are many oil fields in the Sahara desert that our China is responsible for mining. The supply points I arranged in Mali were also one of them."

Shiquan secretly wrote that if they could get a supply in Niger, their difficulties in crossing the Saha Desert would plummet!

It can even be said with pride that if they enter the country normally, let alone crossing the Sahara, it is not too difficult to draw the world's largest "X" with ruts on this desert. The Sahara seems desolate, but there are actually many oasis and cities in it. Not to mention anything else, as long as there is no problem with navigation, as long as you bring enough money and weapons, you can always find enough fresh water and fuel.

But they were smuggling into the country, and their cars were filled with priceless gold. In these poorest countries in the world, these two reasons were enough for local people, and even local officials to detain them. This is the main reason why they had to hide from oasis and cities.

But if we can meet an oil field that China is responsible for mining, even without relying on the relationship between Lao Hu, Shiquan is very sure to obtain sufficient supplies safely and quietly.

It was indeed the right decision to bring this Daniel!

Shi Quan was secretly proud and picked up another laser pen on the table and pointed at the last five-pointed star left in Mali and said, "Don't rush to discuss or decide this. We will arrive at the position you just mentioned today, where we can stay for up to two days."

"Two days are enough, but if possible, can I return the satellite phone to me?" Daniel asked tentatively.

"I'm afraid it's not possible for the time being."

Shiquan simply refused, "Daniel, we will not restrict your freedom. If you want to leave, you can do it at any time, but before you decide to leave, whether it is a phone, a weapon, or a handcuff on your ankle, you can only maintain your current state. I will be responsible for the safety of my convoy."

Daniel nodded regretfully, "Well, I understand very well, and I am willing to believe you."

"Since that's the case, let's go now!" Shi Quan called everyone to leave the medical car. Five minutes later, the convoy slowly left the camp.

After driving forward for less than five kilometers, a winding gully that was more than five or six meters wide and a half meters deep appeared on the soft and hot sand. This gully was left by a tornado not long ago. Both sides of it became relatively flatter under the action of wind power transport, and it could also open slightly faster on it. This invisibly helped Shi Quan and others.

He drove west along the gully for more than an hour. He Tianlei, who was in charge of exploring the road, stepped on the brakes to death, "This gully is over, but you'd better come and take a look."

"What's wrong?" Shi Quan was curious and increased the accelerator a little.

"You'll know when you come here and take a look." He Tianlei was so reluctant to keep it.

When the other cars stopped curiously, the scene in front of them exceeded their imagination.

At the end of the gully carved by this tornado, wet straw mats were scattered within a radius of 100 meters. What’s even more strange is that the reflection of water stains can be seen when the sand in this area is stepped on.

Shi Quan picked up a reed that was uprooted, "Will this tornado come from an oasis? By the way, forced rain came here?"

"And there must be some black guy who was disarmed by a tornado."

He Tianlei bent down and picked up an old AK rifle without a butt from the wet sand, removed the magazine and looked at a few bullets inside. He cleared the chamber and looked in the muzzle. The rifle was broken, and this gun was not as old as anyone present.

"The ground is full of rags"

Da Yiwan picked up a big red enamel washbasin with the word "囍" printed on his toes, "You can really find your Chinese things everywhere."

"What's the solution?"

Shiquan threw the reeds aside, "Okay, keep going, there are still hundreds of kilometers. We will try to find the mountain Daniel mentioned tonight."

Without the tornado, the convoy had to continue climbing over sand ridges and slowly approached the established destination.

Less than half an hour after they left, a camel caravan slowly walked from behind the sand dunes in the distance. When they saw the wet sand, everyone rushed towards the plastic bucket containing water and began to drink in turn.

Until the water in the bucket was drunk, some of these people picked up the reeds thrown by Shiquan and cut them into several sections, and handed the root with the most water to a youngest child in the camel caravan. Some people were quick to collect the scattered straw mats, but the AK rifle inserted by He Tianlei on the sand was never cared about.

After all this, they put the straw mat they had just collected on the sand to cover a shadow. Then everyone took off their loose robes and lay on the wet sand. Several even grabbed the sand and rubbed their tired bodies directly.

Even the remaining area was not wasted. The camels carrying heavy goods were like their owners, each choosing a seat to settle down and quietly enjoying the rare wetness in the desert.

The sun slowly moved above the head until the sand on the ground became dry again. These people were still eager to get up and put on their robes again, spitting out the reeds that had already chewed in their mouths.

The leader of the camel caravan struggled for a long time as he looked at the tire marks on the sand, and then looked at the AK rifle and rocket launcher hanging on the camel. In the end, rationality overcame the impulse, pointed the whip in his hand at the plateau mountains in the north, and decided to find a sand dune that could provide enough shadows to continue camping and resting.

The breeze rolled up the canvas on the luggage rack, revealing boxes of ammunition below. However, compared to a few months ago, these ammunition boxes now have Orika's wanted orders and a photo of the Dragon and Bear Club team.

At the same time, across Egypt more than a thousand kilometers away, Orika looked at the Siwa Oasis, which was less than 50 kilometers in the satellite navigation, and then looked at the oil meter that had been reset to zero. Finally, she sighed and closed her blood-covered eyes exhausted.

After going through hardships in the past few days, she finally managed to get rid of the tail behind her and entered Egypt. But if she wanted to survive, she had to walk out of this desert.

After only resting for less than half an hour, Olika suddenly woke up. She first glanced at the time on the instrument panel. Then she stood up shakingly and drilled into the rear compartment where countless bullet holes were punched out. She picked out some useful cosmetics. Olika pulled the blackout curtain and took a luxurious cold shower. When she came out, her hair had been cut and only jagged stubble were left.

After looking at the broken dressing mirror, Orika sighed again and began to wrap bandages on different parts of her body. Some of these bandages that were close to her skin were hidden in a thin stack of cash or a few gold bars of large and small sizes, some were just a few magazines, and even several passports of different nationalities were wrapped around her abdomen.

After trying to move her body, she made sure that it would not affect her activity. Then she put a pair of dirty but extremely thick silicone foot covers on her feet. On this foot cover, you could even see the gray toenails and yellow sand in the toenails.

Finally, he tried to jump and confirmed that there was no problem. Orika took out a set of the most common white robe from the closet and put it on her body, and then put a pair of worn brown leather slippers on her feet, which were obviously bigger.

After putting on his clothes, Orika sat in front of the broken dressing mirror and began to apply it on her face. After an hour, the girl who was originally delicately looked had become a bad old man who could be seen everywhere in the slums of Cairo.

This "old man" is thick and short, with a fat belly, a torn headscarf wrapped around his head, and a wrinkled and stubble face even has some sand mixed with it.

Orika admired herself completely unfamiliar in the mirror with satisfaction. She first picked up the Makarov pistol on the table and hid it in her wide cuffs. Then she lifted the roe deer and fixed a Glock and an overly long magazine on the quick-drawing holster on the inside of her thigh.

Finally, she carried enough drinking water and a little pitiful compressed biscuits on her back. Then she pulled open the blackout curtain, pulled out a box of grenades from under the sofa and pulled out the safety pins and stuffed them all over the car body.

Finally, after looking at Unimok, covered with bullet holes, Orika threw her backpack on her shoulders and slowly walked towards the Siwa Oasis 50 kilometers away.
Chapter completed!