After leaving the village, 11 casually chose an empty area as a reference direction to walk forward. He had noticed before that although most of the people in this village were not wearing clothes, a very small number of men were wearing short-sleeved T-shirts. Although they were inferior goods in terms of fabric or dyeing, this also shows that the village is not so isolated from the world and should communicate with the outside world. What he has to do now is to find traces from the outside world and find a city along the way. However, this is not easy. Many primitive tribes are too biased, and many are even located in the deep mountains and rivers. If 11 is not confident, he would not dare to leave the village easily, otherwise it would be like seeking death.

During the next time, 11 kept wandering around. He tried to walk on flat or empty areas, but after walking for four days, he always saw any trace of people again.

Until the fifth day...

At noon on the fifth day, 11 set up a wooden rack to roast lion legs.

The most unabashed thing in Africa is wild animals. From time to time, you can see a few leopards rushing past a group of antelope or bison. 11 generally does not provoke them, unless they don’t open their eyes. Just like the lion before, he ran over to provoke him, but it turned out to be 11’s lunch.

To be honest, lion meat is really not delicious. It has a fishy smell and has little fat. It can easily be roasted into charcoal if you are not careful. It requires a high technical skill to roast lion meat. 11 It doesn’t matter, it’s okay to eat it raw, and he can still eat it if it is burnt.

At this moment, he was bored and roasting the lion's legs, but his mind was overloading. He was calculating the approximate longitude and longitude based on various factors such as the rising sun, the length of sunset, the laws of climate change, and the nearby regional environment, so as to determine the approximate position he is at this moment.

In fact, 11 also had a rough guess about where he was at the moment. He should have arrived in Pinecone in Njigmi, but it is hard to say where it is. These two places belong to Niger and Mali, and the middle span is still very large.

Of course, it doesn’t matter where 11 is. What he needs is to find a city, a city that can make calls as soon as possible.

I don't know if God suddenly opened his eyes or his luck came. Just as 11 was thinking about how to find a city as soon as possible, he suddenly seemed to hear a roar of the car engine coming from afar.

11 Looking up, I saw a small black dot driving towards this far away. When I drove closer, I could see clearly that it was a jeep, an old jeep that was so broken that it made people wonder if it would suddenly fall apart in the next second.

Maybe the other party saw the black smoke that was raised when 11 roasted the lion's legs, and drove straight towards this side. After a long time, the car finally came close and stopped not far in front of 11. Then the car stopped, and a black man in a short shirt got out of the car with a bar gun. He first looked at the surrounding environment. When he saw that there was only 11 people around, he raised his gun and shouted a few words from afar.

This person speaks French, but it is not surprising that the official languages ​​in many parts of Africa are French, including Mali and Niger.

French 11 knows, so I won’t be confused like those black people I met before.

This guy said: "Hey, what are you doing here?"

11 looked up at him and replied in a not-so-proficient French: "Can't you see it?"

The black man looked at the thigh meat that was already roasted in 11's hands, and then looked at his clothes. 11's clothes were washed with a river. Although they were still torn, at least the blood stains on them were almost washed, so they didn't look so cunning.

The black man looked around again and said, "Why are you here?"

"Lost."

"Lost?" The black man was amused. Can he be lost here? But when he saw 11's ragged clothes on his body, he seemed to have started to believe it a little more.

At this time, 11 asked: "Is there a city nearby?"

"Yes." The black man said without hesitation: "The nearest is Badane."

"Can you take me to the city?"

"This..." The black man looked up and down 11 times and hesitated a little. He was not considering whether he was a bad person, but whether he could afford the car.

11 also guessed what he was thinking, and without saying a word, he took out Tianzhan and Zhanyue, threw it to the black man's feet, and said, "These two knives are worth a lot of money."

The black man hesitated for a moment, bent down to pick up the knife and checked it and tried to cut it lightly on his hand, but who would have thought that as soon as his finger pressed on the blade of Jianyue, a thin cut was immediately cut from his fingertips. The black man showed a shocked look and seemed to like these two knives very much. He put away the knife and gun, nodded repeatedly, "** Problem, but I will only take you to Badane."

"Yes." 11 nodded.

Four hours later...

A dilapidated jeep drove into a deserted town called Badane. It was said that the city was actually more suitable to describe it as a town. Badane was not big, and the permanent population was probably only one to two people.

The jeep took a walk around the city and finally stopped in a corner. The door opened and a strange face came down.

This is 11, who has simply put on makeup. He is not wearing his original combat uniform at this moment, but the short shirt that the black man just wore. As for the black man... he is lying in the back seat and feeling comfortable in a coma.

When the car was approaching Badane, 11 suddenly knocked out the black driver, stripped him of his clothes and changed into himself, and took back Tianzhan and Zhanyue. He then used the simple materials that could be collected in the car and nearby to simply put on some makeup on himself, and then he drove into the city by himself.

I drove around the city before and had a rough understanding of the environment in the city, so after getting off the car, 11 came straight to a gas station. When I walked into the gas station, 11 went directly to the gas station convenience store, threw down a few West African francs found in the black driver's pocket, grabbed the landline phone on the cashier, dialed a string of numbers according to the memory.

The cashier picked up a few large denominations of Fifan francs and looked at them. He didn't say anything, but just put them away quietly... Well, he put them in his pocket.

After the 11 phone was dialed out, the receiver was a series of mechanical synthesized sounds: "Sorry, you called the empty number; SORRY, YOUR..."

11** Hang up the phone, just waited quietly for the string of synthesized sounds to be repeated six times, and then... there was no sound in the earpiece. If it were ordinary people who called this string of numbers, they would probably have no patience to hang up directly. Even if they met a bored person who was willing to listen, they repeated the cycle six times, and then suddenly stopped, they would think that the phone could not be reached. But few people knew that this number was not actually not reachable, but a special method, because it was a special channel number.

11 After the ** sound in the earpiece is heard again, I pressed another string of numbers on the numeric keys, and then waited for a few seconds. At this time...
Chapter completed!