Chapter 61: The Demonic Dragon in the Sky (Part 2)

This is a tribe with more than a dozen of the most primitive-style mud houses in Africa. Because people yearn for modern life in the city, with the continuous migration of the indigenous people, the tribe has been abandoned for a long time. There are no roads and no necessary living facilities. Now, the only way to live is on foot.

Tourists who deviate from their planned route will accidentally come here and sigh at the once vibrant tribe with neighing cattle and horses, but now only a ruined tribe is left, but they quickly throw it away.

At the back of the head.

There are really too many tribes like this in Botswana, they are too common and too inconspicuous.

But on this day, this small tribe, far away from urban civilization and prosperity, unexpectedly welcomed a few overnight guests. They seemed to be very satisfied with the place. They actually got out of the car and started cleaning out a few rooms. When night fell,

At that moment, several gas lamps hanging on the roof emitted a bright light like incandescent lamps.

Sitting in the off-road jeep that Nona had managed to get, looking at the dots of lights from a distance, Xiao Xiaoxiao couldn't help but feel like going home.

Although Xiao Xiaoxiao also knew clearly that they would probably give up on such a place by tomorrow morning.

Feng Yinglou picked up a member of the "Yafata" unit from the back seat of the car whose whole body was repeatedly tied up with ropes. He looked like a mummy. He was tied up so that he could not even move a finger, and his mouth was even more

Xiao Xiaoxiao stuffed a sock and used tape

Sealed tightly. God knows whether this poor guy was intoxicated by the stink on his socks, or was frightened by the knowledge that he had fallen into the hands of his sworn enemy. In short, Fengyinglou picked him up from the back seat of the car.

By the time, his face was already covered with tears.

Fengyinglou stretched out his hand and pinched the sentry who was on duty tonight. He had no idea what was going on. He just felt his eyes darken and fell into a sweet sleep. When he woke up, the sentry's chin had been tied up, forcing him to face

himself, and then looked at him carefully and repeatedly with a scrutinizing eye like looking at goods.

The sentry kidnapped by Xiao Xiaoxiao overnight, the back of the head was hit hard by Xiao Xiaoxiao with a fighting saber, causing a big swelling. Other than that, there was no trace of any injuries on his body. After repeated confirmation, Fengying Tower

Nodding. In front of Xiaoxiao Xiaoxiao, Fengyinglou took out a pack of ice packs that had been carefully preserved but were still more than half melted. He put it on the red and swollen area on the back of the sentry's head. He also used a bandage to tie the ice pack to the sentry's head.

on the head.

Xiao Xiaoxiao had to admit that he was really in a daze. Even towards his brother and comrade-in-arms, Fengyinglou had never been so "gentle" and "considerate".

But Fengyinglou finally did not forget Xiao Xiaoxiao. Just because of his order, he drove more than 60 kilometers overnight, reached the vicinity of the "Yafata" mercenary base at night, captured a sentry, and rushed back all the way.

Hero. "Thank you for your hard work, Nona prepared coffee and snacks for you."

Feng Yinglou said it very politely, but Xiao Xiaoxiao's eyes widened. He didn't like this kind of thing. He had been running around for half a night and finally completed the mission, but he was treated like a chamber pot and dumped after using it.

Lose.

As if he had seen through Xiaoxiao's inner thoughts and complaints, Fengyinglou whispered: "Believe me, you will never want to know what I want this person to do. Go to bed early, we have a long way to go tomorrow.

long."

Hearing Fengyinglou's words of relying on one's elders, Xiao Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, "You asked me to bring over a prisoner in the middle of the night. What else can I do? I just want to dig out some 'Yafata' mercenaries from the other party's mouth."

The intelligence of the troops? If the opponent is really stubborn, he will be hung up and whipped, given pepper water, put on a tiger bench, and even use a red-hot iron to leave a few patterns on his body. This kind of thing, I

You’ve never eaten pork, but you’ve always seen pigs running away, right?!”

Having said this, Xiao Xiaoxiao stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of the prisoner's clothes, and shouted loudly: "In order not to be noticed by the other party, I got out of the car one kilometer away from their military camp. In the end, I carried the prisoner with the straps and the breast."

I used all my strength to finally carry him out of the military camp's cordon. I was working hard outside, and you, the boy, are enjoying the happiness here and being accompanied by beautiful women. Maybe while I'm not here, it will already be a thunderous fire.

Your passion penetrated her softness, and your desire provoked her to moan. Now if you talk, you want me to get out like a grandson, no way!"

Listening to Xiao Xiaoxiao's complaint, Fengyinglou's lips gently raised in a slight arc. At this time, it seemed that he was smiling, but when a gust of night wind blew, Xiao Xiaoxiao felt that

, at night in Africa, the wind can also make people's bodies chill.

"You are as pure as an angel."

Listening to Fengyinglou's answer, Xiao Xiaoxiao kept blinking. This sentence sounded familiar no matter how he heard it.

Fengyinglou's face revealed a hint of indifferent mockery mixed with a smile, "Yes, you do have the right to deal with this prisoner. If you insist, just come in."

The house Fengyinglou chose was a small dome-shaped mud house. He had cleaned the surrounding area. Under the illumination of the gasoline lamp, the whole room was bright, without any of the torture chambers in TV dramas.

Eerie and dark.

Of course, there will never be more than a dozen iron chains here, let alone torture tools such as tiger stands, soldering irons, and pepper spray. If there is anything special, it should be placed in the front of the house.

In the middle, there is the bed that still exudes the fragrance of logs.

Most of the indigenous people in Africa do not have the habit of sleeping on beds, but Fengyinglou took a few hours to cut down his own wood and made a wooden frame bed with a simple structure, but it is absolutely strong and durable. Looking at such a bed, it seems to normal people

It should represent comfort and relaxation, and there was even a bed covered with white sheets. Xiao Xiaoxiao could not help but take a breath of cold air.

His eyes were very sharp, and he could clearly see that there were ropes used to fix human limbs at several locations on the bed frame. He believed that any person would be tied to the bed using special techniques by an expert like Feng Yinglou.

On the bed, they will completely lose the ability to resist. Thinking of the human booby traps Fengyinglou made with two corpses two days ago, and then looking at the mercenary in Fengyinglou's hands, who is still alive, with strong pleading and absolute fear in his eyes.

, Xiao Xiaoxiao suddenly understood that he was wrong, he was very, very wrong.

Fengyinglou asked him to bring back a living prisoner, not to ask for information on the "Yafata" troops. In this kind of duel where the combat power of the two sides was absolutely asymmetrical, Fengyinglou did not need the support of intelligence at all to win "

"Yafata" is exhausted.

What Fengyinglou wants is a living, completely intact container that can be used to fill various destructive weapons!

"If you regret it now, you can go out immediately. I will never underestimate you because of this. Such behavior can only show that you are still a normal person, and it does not mean that you are cowardly!"

Xiao Xiaoxiao knew that this was Fengyinglou's last advice. He really wanted to stand up subconsciously, walk out of the room without looking back, go to Nona's place to drink a cup of coffee she carefully prepared for him, and then close up immediately.

He covered his eyes and fell asleep. In this case, he would never have to know what Fengyinglou did in this house.

But Xiao Xiaoxiao did not move his steps in the end.

For a moment, it was only a short moment, but in the eyes of the man in front of him, he really saw innocence and tenderness that were as spotless as the sky in the Himalayas, as pure and intoxicating as this. This man's hands were covered in blood,

What he did has destined him to sink into the eighteenth level of hell and never be reincarnated forever, but he actually has such a pair of eyes that make people feel like the spring breeze is blowing on their face, and they are willing to believe him and get close to him.

Xiao Xiaoxiao didn't realize that his voice was trembling slightly, "Is it worth it?"

This question does not need an answer at all. When Fengyinglou, led by Li Xiangshang and Mo Tian, ​​walked through the heavy door and saw everything in front of him, he had already used his silence to answer today's question.

Answered.

Behind that door is actually just a library and a small museum.

But that library and small museum covered the changes in the current situation in various countries around the world in the past two hundred years, and the bloody reality hidden under the water.

History has always been written by the victors, but victors are not saints. A true saint will not resist even if he is crucified by others. A true saint can cut off his own flesh and feed it to save a pigeon.

Eagle. Those who can succeed and stand at the top of a country or even the world are heroes created by the times. If they want to survive and win again and again, they must learn to be more unscrupulous than their opponents.

Positive publicity, creating an advantage in public opinion, and gaining recognition from the world public are certainly necessary; but without a force operating under the water, through bloody assassinations, a shadow of death that cannot be ignored can be formed to frighten the enemy.

, just relying on public opinion propaganda, even if it is useful, the effect is very weak.

You know, use machine guns to sweep away the arrogance that is most likely to breed in human beings, let them learn awe, and then use carrots to feed closeness, use nice words that make you feel caring as soon as you hear them, and cultivate "trust". Such a combination of light and darkness is

The true way of a king!

If the Song of Warriors is carefully crafted by the Fifth Special Forces, it should be as dazzling as a bright star on the battlefield. Then walk into that small library and use your own eyes to read the words.

Understand that over the past two hundred years, mankind has used blood, death, deception and conspiracy to build the light and great Fengying Tower. It is a black ghost soldier who slowly merges into the darkness, whose nature is opposite to the light, but also complements the light.

!

Fengyinglou's eyes were a little blurry. He would never forget how violently everything recorded in the library had a strong impact on his soul. He would never forget that the pieces in the museum carried the dust of history.

, weapons that still exude the aura of death, as well as the numerous torture instruments left behind by the pro-Japanese faction headed by Li Shiqun when they interrogated radicals and progressive students in "Magic Cave No. 72" in the 1930s, and Chongqing

The Military Command Bureau responded with an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, organizing a bloody assassination.

Just because he thought of all this, Feng Yinglou's voice was very soft, "I'm really glad that I stayed that day. It's because of this, in front of my brother, my woman, my son,

When I am in danger of death, at least I still have the strength to fight to the death for them. Just because of this, no matter what I face in the future, I will never regret my choice!"

Fengyinglou put a box of pills into Xiao Xiaoxiao's hand, "If you can't stand it anymore, just take it and go back to your room to sleep. We still have a long way to go tomorrow.

Very long.”

Xiao Xiaoxiao lowered his head and looked at the pills Fengyinglou carried with him. He read out the names of these pills one by one in a slow and weird tone: "Chlorine, Bing, Zin, Tablets!"

This is a medicine that can quickly cure vomiting, but has the side effect of drowsiness.

"In the past, when I was doing experiments on animals, I often vomited it out uncontrollably, but it's much better now. However, I developed the habit of carrying this pill with me unknowingly. If I take it with me at work,

, without these pills, it’s like there’s something missing from your body.”

Xiao Xiaoxiao really didn't know why Fengyinglou could say these words with such a relaxed expression. He just slowly squeezed the pills in his hand, straightened his body, and walked to the corner of the room.

Fengyinglou glanced at the prisoner in his hand again. After applying ice, the swelling on the back of the prisoner's chest was obviously reduced. After untying the ropes on the prisoner, Fengyinglou could not help but frown slightly. He was afraid of this mercenary.

On the way, when he accidentally broke away from the rope, Xiao Xiaoxiao used all his strength to tie him up. Even though he was wearing a military uniform, the rope still penetrated deeply into the mercenary's body, leaving more than a dozen deep cuts.

of imprints.

"Please, help me see if Nona has any potatoes or cucumbers on hand. If that doesn't work, a moisturizing facial mask or wet wipes for women will also do."

Xiaoxiaoxiao looked at Fengyinglou with confusion, finally nodded and walked out of the room quickly.

In Botswana, a worker who works ten hours a day can only earn 900 pula a month, but a pound of cucumbers can be sold for dozens of pula, which is ridiculously expensive.

The most surprising thing is that most of the people who grow vegetables such as cucumbers and potatoes in Botswana are businessmen from the Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions of China.

Fortunately, Nona definitely belongs to the group with high spending power. Xiao Xiaoxiao really found a few cucumbers from her. In China, they would probably be thrown into the garbage, but in Botswana, they are sold as Bora cucumbers.
To be continued...