We arrived in Namibia by helicopter, and the road was unobstructed without any obstacles. By the time we finally landed in Port Walves, the sky had completely darkened.

The place where we landed was on a hill on the edge of Walvis. This was a manor with a relatively old decoration. European castle-style buildings were particularly eye-catching on this hill, but fortunately, there were almost no houses nearby and it was still a distance from the city.

At first glance, the fishing fires flashed in the distance, and the neon lights were eye-catching.

The moment I got off the plane, I stepped on the marble floor and walked through the corridor of the castle manor. The simplicity that came to my face brought people a very peaceful feeling.

Of course I know that everything I see and feel now is just a superficial phenomenon. The quiet and peaceful city on the surface has already been undercurrents behind it. Maybe it will not take long to see the scene of blood flowing and floating on the pestle.

The premonition is very strong, but these are events that are likely to happen, and there is no possibility of timely avoidance.

The owner of the manor and a company staff member, seems to have a very low status because after welcoming us, he has always treated us respectfully. His attitude and temperament similar to a slave cannot be concealed.

As soon as he got off the plane, No. 7 went to negotiate with the owner of the manor.

Five minutes later, he frowned and walked towards me.

"Have you found it?"

I asked.

"They landed on the other end of the city and headed to Mount Eldos. As far as I have just learned, there is a private mine, which mainly produces copper mines, with average output. The owner of the mine is a Scotsman, and it is estimated that there is a 70% chance that it is also a Nordic Spear."

As he said that, No. 7 paused and said, "If we left now, we could arrange vehicles within two minutes. However, the private mine has private armed forces and there is only one way in. If we enter rashly, there is a high chance of conflict. Now we are seriously inadequate..."                                                                                            

I said lightly.

"But..." No. 7 wanted to say something, but after I glared at me, I immediately kept silent and went to arrange vehicles for us, the owner of the manor.

I know what he is worried about.

There is no doubt about the difference between the enemy and us, but the problem is that we don’t know how much information the Nordic Spear currently has about that white woman, and it’s not clear whether they have found that white woman. If we wait for the remaining support to arrive, then at that time, the Nordic Spear people had already got everything they wanted and left with the results of our mission.

I don't want to be busy until I end up getting nothing.

This doesn't fit my personality, and most importantly, we don't have to fight them head-on.

We have a small number of people, so we can use our advantages of small numbers, flexibility and easy allocation, and give up some people to restrain the opponent's firepower, while the rest of us directly break into the enemy camp and use a set of guerrilla tactics that our ancestors have played badly.

I think it is not difficult to implement such a plan at all. After all, the people sent by the company to support us are all elites among the elites, ruthless people, and guerrilla tactics can just show their strengths.

After the analysis was completed, even I felt a little surprised. After all, I never realized that I still have the talent of a leader. However, it doesn’t matter. The most urgent thing is to quickly find the woman we need to find. The importance of their company and me is self-evident.

A few minutes later, seven uniformly equipped black deck jeep set off from the manor.

Each car is equipped with up to three people.

No.7, I, and a driver, were riding in a car together. No.7 and I were sitting in the back row, and through the window, quietly watched the vehicle pass through the noisy and bustling Walvis, and then began to enter the suburbs and forests.

For some reason, when the car drove out of the city, I suddenly felt a very strange feeling, as if our mission was destined to fail.

That's right, that's the feeling.

During the few days we left the company branch and arrived in Africa, we spent most of our time on transportation, and only a small part of our time was exploring the task. The progress of the task was extremely slow, as if there was an invisible hand that kept us running around, but in the end we were always empty... I hope this time it won't... Entering the mountainous area, the less trees the more we go in, the less.

The stream on the right side of the road has changed color due to mineral mining.

In the net, the road began to become bumpy, and all the hills on both sides were cut down, leaving only one bare tree stump after another, which looked a little bleak.

"A fire broke out?"

No. 7 and I were sitting quietly in the back car, but at this moment, we suddenly heard the driver muttering to ourselves.

Almost at the same time, No. 7 and I looked forward together. Through the windshield in front of the car, we could clearly see that at the right turn a hundred meters away, a cluster of flames that were constantly rising were as high as four meters high, mixed with rolling black smoke and rushed upwards.

"All members are on guard!"

After No. 7 expressed his sincerity, he acted as the deputy captain in the team. Generally speaking, he was the one who gave orders on my behalf.

I have no objection to this, and I can really save a lot of worries if I do this, and most of his judgments and decisions are the same as mine.

Because No. 7 and I are the top forces in our team, the jeep we were riding in acted as the leader in the convoy. After driving through the turn, No. 7 and I were ready to fight, but the sight of us was stunned.

The fire broke out was a wooden watchtower.

It originally looked as high as three or four floors, but now, the middle part of the watchtower has been burned to ashes.

The crackling sound can be clearly heard even through a layer of car body.

There were several corpses upside down by the fallen watchtower. The corpses were holding guns in their hands. Several of them seemed to have been crushed, and their bodies were full of wheel marks, which were twisted and twisted. The private roadblocking levels set up next to them were also loaded with scattered pieces.
Chapter completed!