Chapter 42 We are the rules
On the endless African savannah, a person cannot escape the pursuit of armed forces unless he has excellent military survival skills and sufficient ammunition.
Obviously, Hans' military skills were not very good, perhaps he had only been a soldier. The ammunition was even less sufficient, or rather, it was gone. He could only drive madly to escape, and when the fuel in the tank ran out, it was time for him to die.
"Thirty minutes! Thirty minutes! Damn it! Damn it!" Hans, who was driving the car ahead, kept looking at his watch. He hoped that the thirty minutes would pass quickly.
But the more he hoped, the slower time went by. After escaping forty kilometers, the thirty minutes to save his life were still not up.
With a "bang", the base of the jeep was hit hard by a stone, and a squeaking sound was heard under the body of the car, and it almost overturned.
Hans, who was almost thrown out of the car, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and ran forward even more frantically.
"Da da da..." The soldiers in the three jeeps following closely behind continued to pull the trigger, but the shooting accuracy was too low in the bumpy vehicle, and the bullets grazed the body of the vehicle.
"Hello, hello, why haven't you arrived yet? Why haven't you arrived yet?" Hans dialed the number again and shouted into the phone.
From the rearview mirror, he saw three vehicles of the armed forces were about to catch up with him, and the fuel gauge of his car showed that it was exhausted. If the mercenaries had not arrived by this time, then they would never come.
"Don't worry, we've locked your position and are preparing for rescue." Rodriguez's voice came, full of relief.
"Damn it!" Hans slammed the phone, knowing that he could only rely on himself now.
Hans took out a long knife from under the passenger seat and placed it at hand, then continued to step on the accelerator and run forward.
Finally, the exhaust pipe of the jeep made a sound as if the fuel was exhausted, and it stopped helplessly deep in the vast grassland.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." A gust of wind caused by the speeding vehicles blew past, and three jeeps of armed forces surrounded Hans in the center. More than a dozen soldiers with guns jumped out of the vehicles.
Hans held the long knife tightly in his hand and prepared for the final desperate fight. He would never give up until the last moment!
"Buzz buzz buzz..." A huge buzzing sound came from the northern part of the grassland, and a Longbow Apache attack helicopter appeared in the northern sky.
The mercenaries are coming, the mercenaries are coming, there is salvation! There is salvation!
"Niggers, stay away from me, you'd better run for your lives. I have hired the most powerful mercenaries in the world!" Hans shouted loudly at the soldiers who surrounded him, his hands tightly gripping the machete, his face covered with sweat.
He was expecting a helicopter to fly over quickly and use machine guns to kill all these annoying niggers. Kill them all, leaving no one alive!
With a "bang", a black soldier raised his hand and shot Hans in the right arm that was holding the knife.
"Ah!..." Hans groaned in pain, his face distorted in agony.
Four black men rushed forward, grabbed his arms and legs, and pressed him to the grass.
"No! No! No!..." A deep fear appeared on Hans' face, and he struggled desperately to free his limbs from being controlled.
But no matter how hard he tried, it was in vain. He could not resist the strength of the four black men. The long knife that he had just used as a life-saving weapon appeared in the hands of the leading black soldier, and the tip of the knife slowly fell and stuck to his abdomen.
"Help, help... Wuuuuuu... I beg you, no, no, I am willing to give you the diamond, no, wuuuuuu... Mercenaries, come and save me quickly, I will pay, I am willing to give all the diamonds to you!"
In his last breath, Hans finally understood that money is always secondary to life. People only have one life, and only with life can they make money.
Hans looked at the long knife slowly approaching his abdomen in despair, and it seemed that he could not even feel the pain.
With a "swish", the black leader stabbed Hans' abdomen with a long knife and went straight down, cutting his stomach open.
The white flesh rolled up, and after a few seconds, a large amount of blood gushed out of the blood vessels in the flesh like a spring.
"No!..." Hans used his last bit of strength to let out a cry of unwillingness, regret and despair.
"Swish", the sound of flesh being torn was heard, and the black leader tore open Hans's belly with his own hands. The blood splattered on his face did not affect his next action.
The hot internal organs of the human abdomen were exposed in the air, and the surrounding black soldiers laughed happily.
The intense pain almost burned Hans' pain nerves to numbness. He raised his cheek and stared at the helicopter that was getting closer and closer. His body twitched violently with a loud bang.
"Pop..." His stomach was crushed by the black leader's hands, and then his stomach was pulled out from his stomach, with a ball of warm large intestine attached.
The stomach was cut open, and the black leader, with his hands covered in blood and mucus, took out the blood diamond wrapped in tinfoil, a greedy and satisfied smile on his face.
"No..." Hans, whose stomach was cut open to take out the diamond, made a weak sound. He no longer had the strength to struggle and lay there limply.
The blood that flowed out filled his entire abdominal cavity, and the pulled out intestines and stomach were thrown aside casually, with a footprint printed on it. Now it was no longer painful, and Hans could not feel any pain at all. For the first time in his life, he saw his stomach, his intestines and a pile of liver...
A helicopter landed next to Hans, and several fully armed mercenaries jumped out from it.
"Hey, man, it's only been twenty-five minutes and we've found you ahead of time. Pretty efficient, right?" Blade's voice came out, and he put his watch in front of Hans so that he could see it clearly.
The black man opposite pointed his gun at them, his eyes full of viciousness and vigilance.
"Mercenaries, according to the rules, your mission has been automatically terminated." The black leader shouted at Blade.
"Nigga, shut your stinky mouth." Blade cursed and said loudly: "I'm talking to my employer, don't interrupt."
The black man closed his mouth and signaled everyone to be in shooting position.
There is no one else here. If this group of mercenaries starts a robbing move, they will have no choice but to be killed and left here to feed the vultures.
Following the actions of the black soldiers, Omo also raised the M134 and pointed the black barrel at the group of black soldiers.
"Hey, man, do you want us to help you get revenge?" Blade squatted down and put his ear close to Hans' mouth and asked.
"Kill, kill, kill them all..." Hans said weakly, hatred in his eyes.
"The commission is the other half of the diamond, do you agree?" Blade asked again.
"Okay..." Hans moved his lips and uttered the word "Okay". He opened his eyes wide, looked at the sky and fell into eternal peace.
Blade stood up and clapped his hands twice as if brushing off dust.
“Da da da…” “Bang bang bang…”
With the sound of Blade's clapping, the Vulcan cannon in Omo's hand spewed out a dazzling flame, and at the same time, the mercenaries behind him pulled the trigger at the same time. This was not enough, the machine guns mounted on the helicopter also opened fire at the same time, instantly covering more than a dozen black people in a hail of bullets.
"ah……"
"ah!……"
The brief shouting soon stopped, and the black soldiers fell in a pool of blood, with their limbs and body parts scattered all over the ground.
"Hehe..." Blade laughed and strode forward, trying hard to pry open the black leader's palm that was holding the diamond.
The hand was clenched too tightly and the blade could not pry it open for a long time, so he simply pulled out his saber and cut open his palm, and found the priceless blood diamond.
The blood diamond reveals its true appearance in the sunlight, emitting a hazy red halo and is of extremely high quality.
"Blade, isn't it a bit unfair for us to do this? It's not in line with the mercenary rules." Omo said with a grin, he was full of murderous aura and he was taking advantage of the situation.
"Remember what the special forces said?" Blade shook the diamond in front of Omo and put it in his pocket.
"The special forces said we are the rules." Omo said to Blade.
“Yeah, hahahaha…” Blade laughed and shouted to the mercenaries, “Our biggest rule is that there are no rules. Kill, rob, and snatch. We are wild beasts, and wild beasts have no taboos. Hahaha… uh, of course, this is not what I said. This is what the special forces said. Team up, hahaha…”
The helicopter slowly lifted off, leaving behind a pile of bloody corpses as it flew northward. A group of hungry jackals that had been hiding not far away came running over, greedily gnawing at the fresh flesh and blood. A group of black vultures circled in the sky, waiting for the jackals to disperse so they could enjoy their meal.
At this time, Zhao Ziyang appeared in the UK in a neat suit, accompanied by the angelic-looking Angel. Angel, who was 175cm tall, wore a tight black vest, a black suit, a rectangular black soldier badge around her neck, a short skirt that only reached her thighs, and small boots, exuding a seductive sexiness.
The two strolled through the world-famous Redcliffe Square in Oxford, feeling this diverse town full of cultural atmosphere.
The town of Oxford is home to Oxford University, one of the most prestigious institutions of higher learning in the UK. Its teaching quality is internationally renowned. The school is known worldwide as the "Dreaming Spires" and is ranked among the top three in the world, often alternating with Harvard University to become the world's number one university.
In fact, Oxford University is just a name given by outsiders. Locals prefer to call it Oxford University Town because Oxford University is not a single university. It is composed of 39 colleges in total. The relationship is like the relationship between the central government and local governments in the United States, and adopts a federal form.
Radcliffe Square is the center for university celebrations and various cultural activities. It is the center of the entire ancient city. It is far away from the hustle and bustle of the main streets and is covered with green trees, making people feel open-minded and relaxed.
To the south of the square is St. Mary's Church, where the school's main celebrations and concerts were held before the 17th century. At the west corner of the square is the seminary built in the 15th century, which was used as a seminar room for the university in the early days and is now converted into a university library.
Angel quietly held Zhao Ziyang 's arm, stepped on the quaint red brick floor, and walked leisurely like a couple. As for why she hugged Zhao Ziyang's arm, Angel explained that it seemed more natural this way, otherwise it would be a bit inconsistent.
But Zhao Ziyang felt that this was unnatural. Angel was taller than him when she wore high heels. In addition, his arms would always touch Angel's soft chest inadvertently. The faint fragrance coming from her body made him feel very uncomfortable.
"Angel, you are so beautiful." Zhao Ziyang, who finally got into the role, began to praise Angel's beauty.
This is the truth. If Angel had not been a mercenary and participated in a modeling competition, she would definitely have become a world-class model. Her beauty is not only in her appearance, but also in her innate noble aura. She is worthy of being born into an ancient German aristocratic family.
"Thank you." Angel smiled, the coldness on her face disappeared, and she finally looked a bit worldly.
"You're welcome." Zhao Ziyang nodded with a smile.
"How does it compare to the fox spirit?" Angel suddenly stopped, grabbed Zhao Ziyang's arm with both hands, and looked at Zhao Ziyang with her sapphire eyes.
There was a hint of expectation in those eyes, so bright that it made Zhao Ziyang's heart beat faster.
He had to admit that Angel was as beautiful as a painting, but if he had to compare her with the fox spirit, it was hard to say who was prettier. The reason was their different personalities, the fox spirit was typically lively and cute, while Angel was noble and cold.
"You are more beautiful than Linghu." Zhao Ziyang blurted out, and then saw a sweet smile in Angel's eyes.
This iceberg melted after Angel took off her camouflage uniform. Zhao Ziyang thought it was a girl's nature, but he didn't know that Angel was only like this in front of him.
"Does it still hurt inside?" Angel reached out and gently covered Zhao Ziyang's left chest, where there was a bullet that had not been removed.
"Not bad." Zhao Ziyang nodded, feeling Angel's tenderness that he had never seen before.
"The fox spirit will help you take out the bullet." Angel rubbed Zhao Ziyang's skin gently, then took Zhao Ziyang's hand and walked towards Oxford University.
The man is tall and masculine, the woman is beautiful and charming, and their casual hand-in-hand presence adds a unique landscape to the city of Oxford.
