Bo Fu drove a motorcycle and ran along the highway. Along the way, he saw signs to let him know the place a little. "Spanish... It seems that this place is indeed a real world composed of fantasy of the original world." The guy simply stopped the motorcycle to the side of the road, hidden into the small hillside, and began to look at his trophy. "Hey, he habitually killed those unlucky guys... It seems that he accidentally regarded them as NPCs in the anime world. Let me see what they have obtained? What kind of banknotes?" Bo Fu took out a banknote, waved it, and looked at the sunshine. The heads and scenery that he didn't know at all on the banknotes, and the five-digit amount...
"The banknotes in this place are not valuable..." Bo Fu came to this conclusion after looking through all his wallets. Almost all banknotes are more than four digits, and the coins are basically three digits. To be honest, Bo Fu didn't know how much the knife banknote in his hand is, and what he could buy. However, the weapons in his hand are very common - they were often used by Bo Fu a long time ago... "I didn't expect that there is M1911 in this world, and there is also AKM." Bo Fu put all the bullets he collected into a backpack, then threw the AKM onto the motorcycle, and inserted a pistol around his waist to continue looking through the things found in the wallet.
In addition to the banknotes, there are notes with unknown words and numbers written on them, and some photos of their families and relatives. There is nothing else. Bo Fu had to collect the money in these wallets, then discard all the extra wallets, and finally drove a motorcycle along the highway again.
The motorcycle stopped at a turn - Bo Fu found an armed checkpoint in the distance, and several buses were parked there for inspection by fully armed soldiers. "I guess there is a battle between government forces and guerrillas in this country... Hell! Now we are going to march out of the wilderness again." As soon as the car turned around, Bo Fu drove the motorcycle directly into the field and prepared to bypass the blockade line. Thanks to this guy's super vision, he had already discovered the checkpoint in advance before entering the checkpoint and staying at the sight of the soldiers. Thanks to the terrain, Bo Fu could enter the wilderness before the opponent's soldiers discovered it. He was preparing to drive the car to a place where he could no longer move forward, and then walk through the blockade line.
"It's really strange. Speaking of which, these militants must know that there are checkpoints, so they must have a joint to escape, but I just can't find it. Hey, is the map safest only in the human mind?" Bo Fu murmured while controlling the motorcycle to march on the messy grassy surface, all the way to a foot of a mountain. This is one of a series of hills. It's obvious that this small mountain range passes through a gap in the blockade line. The reason why there is no "government army" patrols here is because the mountain range cannot pass any equipment at all, and can only allow a small number of light-mounted mountain soldiers to pass. And Bo Fu can be sure that there must be checkpoints from both sides in places where this mountain range is easy to move - fortunately, Bo Fu has actually bypassed the checkpoints of the "government army". The problem now is how to pass the checkpoints of the "guerrillas".
These problems are not a problem for Bo Fu at all. Anyway, he crossed mountains and roads like walking on flat ground, carrying a big bag and an AKM, and spent an hour wearing a casual outfit and crossing the mountains for more than ten kilometers. He once again set foot on the road from the unmanned land at a speed of an inhuman beast. This place is actually only a dozen kilometers away from the town on the road marking, and it takes less than an hour to walk over Bo Fu.
The town is quite prosperous, with at least a few thousand people living here. Bofu hid the AKM and bullets in his hand on a tree trunk, and stepped into the town with an empty bag and a pistol hidden around his waist. Fortunately, the race here is a typical mixed-race South European and South American. Bofu's yellow face is not special here - most of the local Indians have this face. He carried his bag and wandered around the street market, buying a newspaper and a tourist map. The newspaper said that the anti-government army was once again captured.
After obtaining brilliant victory and other articles, Bofu finally figured out where he was - the Federal Republic of Resas... Although it was called a Federation, in fact, it was more suitable for various regions to be called Confederate. The language of the Indians was completely different from that of immigrants. For hundreds of years, they relied on the force of the colonists to form a country. In this era, the era of colonization has long passed, and the call for independence in some places has always been very high - the result was that armed conflicts were caused.
The armed conflict in this country, or civil war, has been going on for decades. Although it is incomparable to the Chinese civil war in Bofu's original world in terms of intensity. That is, the extent of direct armed conflict between South American guerrillas and government forces, it still attracted many mercenaries in this world who relied on war. When Bofu found a hotel to stay in, he found that the boss downstairs posted advertisements for mercenary recruitment here.
Both sides of the war in this country are hiring large quantities of those war dogs. Compared to using their own soldiers, the cost of these war dogs is cheaper - there is no need to pay them pensions, nor do they need to consider their way out after they are discharged from the army. The only thing they have to pay is a little money...... There are a large number of desperate people living here, and although mercenaries charge by day, many times those guys save a lot of money when they die on the battlefield. Bo Fu also knows how much money he has on his body - he can stay in the hotel for a week, and then he has to find a way to make money.
Bo Fu took a trip and retrieved his spoils. Then he began to read the recruitment advertisements of the mercenary group downstairs - preparing to find a relatively reliable team to join in it.
"Everyone gave them some high-end names, but they were just a group of war dogs with no way out. What are the names of thunder, wolves, fox hunting dogs, etc.? It seems that the advertisement of the mercenary group named Honglong was marked with a fork? It has been completely wiped out. Boss! Boss!" Boss!" Boss said while watching, and then he shouted at the hotel owner, "Do you have a dart? Give me one."
The hotel owner is not surprised. Most mercenary novices who are undecided will find something to gamble - but some use darts, some use poker, and some use dice. The fat boss gave Bo Fu a dart, and Bo Fu closed his eyes and shook it casually. "It's you... The Mercenary Group of Heaven Gate... What's the fucking name? It's not auspicious at all!"
Although this name is very unlucky, Bofu applied for the job according to the location in the advertisement after taking the introduction from the hotel owner. He counted the door numbers and found a small iron house. The broken house was shaking. After he walked in, he found that there was only an old man napping inside. Bofu knocked on the table in front of the old man, "Hey! I'm here to apply for the job!"
The old man raised his head in a sleepy way, but Bo Fu saw a pistol in his hand under the table and pointed it directly at him, "This old man is a veteran, his vigilance is really good." He pretended not to see it - in fact, normal people should not have time to see it in that moment. "Are you here to apply for a job? Well, okay, introduce yourself. Ask me? I am the leader of the Heaven Mercenary Group, Old Charlie." The old man yawned and knocked on the cup that was no longer watery in front of him.