Chapter 40 We Are Square

  On the vast African savannah, a person cannot escape the pursuit of armed forces unless he has excellent military survival skills and sufficient ammunition.

  It is clear that Hans' military skills are not excellent, perhaps he was just a soldier. Ammunition is even more insufficient, it should be said that there is no longer any. He can only drive wildly and escape, until the fuel in the tank is exhausted, his time of death will also arrive.

  "Thirty minutes! Thirty minutes! Damn it! Damn it!" Hans, who was driving ahead in his escape, kept glancing at his watch, hoping the thirty minutes would hurry up and arrive.

  But the more one hopes, the slower time passes. After escaping 40 kilometers away, there is still no arrival of the life-saving 30 minutes.

  A loud "bang" was heard, and the Jeep's chassis was heavily hit by a stone, making a screeching sound from the bottom of the car, almost overturning.

  Hans, who was almost thrown out of the car, floored it and made a more frantic bid for escape.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." The three jeeps following closely behind continued to fire, but the accuracy was too low on the bumpy vehicle, and the bullets whizzed past the car body.

  "Hello, hello, why hasn't he arrived yet? Why hasn't he arrived yet?" Hans dialed the phone again and shouted loudly into it.

  From the rearview mirror, he saw three cars of armed forces were about to catch up with him, and his car's fuel gauge showed that it had been exhausted. If the mercenaries hadn't arrived by now, then they would never have to come again.

  "Don't worry, we've got your location locked in, rescue is on its way." Rodriguez's voice came through, laced with ease.

  Damn it

  Hans slammed down the phone heavily and knew he could only rely on himself now.

  A long knife was flipped out from under the passenger seat by Hans and placed in his hand, continuing to step on the accelerator to escape forward.

  At last, the jeep's exhaust pipe made a sound of fuel exhaustion and reluctantly stopped in the depths of the vast grassland.

  "Hoo-hoo-hoo......" A gust of wind generated by the rapid passage of vehicles blew over, and three armed forces' jeeps surrounded Hans in the center, with a dozen or so soldiers holding guns jumping off the cars.

  Hans gripped the long knife in his hand tightly, making his final desperate preparations. He would never give up until the very end!

  "Rrrzzzz..." A loud humming noise came from the north of the prairie, a Longbow Apache armed helicopter appeared on the northern horizon.

  The mercenaries are coming! The mercenaries are coming! We're saved! We're saved!

  "Get back, you black devils! You'd best flee for your lives, I've hired the deadliest mercenaries in the world!" Hans bellowed at the soldiers surrounding him, his hands gripping his greatsword tightly, sweat dripping from his face.

  He hoped the helicopter would hurry over and use its machine guns to kill all these annoying black devils, kill them, not a single one left!

  With a loud "crack", a black soldier raised his hand and fired a shot that hit Hans's right arm, which was gripping the knife.

  "Ah!!!!!!......" Hans let out a painful groan, his face twisted and distorted in agony.

  Four black men rushed up and grabbed his arms and legs, pinning him down on the grass.

  "No! No! No!......" A thick layer of fear floated on Hans' face, he struggled desperately to get rid of the controlled limbs.

  No matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain. The strength of the four blacks was not something he could resist. The long knife that had just been his lifeline now appeared in the hands of the lead black soldier, its tip slowly falling onto his abdomen.

  "Oh no, save me... waaahhh... I beg of you, don't, don't, I'll give you the diamond, just don't... waaahhh... Mercenaries, come and rescue me quickly, I'll pay you, I'm willing to give you this entire diamond!!!"

  In his final breath of life, Hans finally understood that money was always secondary compared to life.

  A man's life is only once, and he can make money as long as he has a life.

  Hans gazed despairingly at the long knife slowly approaching his abdomen, as if he couldn't even feel the pain.

  With a "whooshing" sound, the black leader thrust his long knife into Hans' abdomen and brought it straight down, splitting his belly open.

  The white skin rolled up, and after pausing for a few seconds, the blood vessels inside the skin gushed out a large amount of fresh blood, like a spring.

  "No!!!!!!!......" Hans let out a cry of unwillingness, regret and despair with his last strength.

  A ripping sound, the black leader tore open Hans' belly with his own hands, blood splashing on his face didn't affect his next move.

  The internal organs of a human abdomen are steaming hot **in the air**, and the surrounding black soldiers burst into joyful laughter.

  Excruciating pain had almost numbed Hans' sensory nerves, he lifted his cheek and stared at the approaching helicopter, his body convulsing violently with a loud bang.

  "Uggghhh..." His stomach was pinched and burst by the black leader's bare hands, and then his stomach was ripped out of his belly, along with a warm and steaming large intestine.

  The stomach was cut open, and the black leader pulled out a tin foil package wrapped in blood diamonds from inside, with a greedy and satisfied smile on his face.

  "...No..." Hans' weak voice was barely audible as he lay there, his belly cut open and the diamond removed, no longer having the strength to struggle.

  The blood flowing out filled his entire abdominal cavity, the intestines pulled out were casually thrown to one side, with a footprint still on them. It no longer hurt now, and Hans didn't feel any pain at all; for the first time in his life, he saw his own stomach, his own intestines, and a lump of liver...

  A helicopter landed beside Hans and several heavily armed mercenaries jumped out of it.

  "Hey buddy, it's only been twenty-five minutes and we've already found you ahead of time, not bad efficiency?" Blade's voice came out as he held his watch in front of Hans' eyes for him to see clearly.

  The black man opposite him held his gun aimed at them, with a venomous and vigilant look in his eyes.

  "Mercenaries, according to regulations, your mission has been automatically lifted."

  The black leader shouted loudly with a sharp knife.

  "Shut your stinking mouth, nigger." The knife edge cursed and said loudly: "I'm talking to my employer, don't interrupt."

  The black man closed his mouth, indicating that everyone was in a shooting state.

  There is no one else here. If this group of mercenaries were to turn against each other, they would only end up being killed and left here as food for vultures.

  As the black soldiers moved, Omo also raised that M134, with its black muzzle pointing at this group of black soldiers.

  "Hey, buddy, want us to help you get revenge?" Knife Edge asked, crouching down and putting his ear close to Hans' mouth.

  "Kill... kill... kill them all..." Hans said in a weak voice, his eyes gleaming with hatred.

  "Is the commission another half of the diamond? Do you agree?" asked Knife Edge again.

  "Good..." Hans murmured a single word "good", his whole body opened his eyes wide, gazing at the sky and fell into eternal calmness.

  The knife edge stood up and patted his palms twice, as if dusting off dust.

  "Bang bang bang......" "Boom boom boom......"

  As the blade hit his palm, Omo's fire cannon spat out a dazzling flame, and at the same time, the mercenaries behind him simultaneously pulled the trigger. Not enough, the machine gun mounted on the helicopter also opened fire at the same time, instantly enveloping more than a dozen black men in a hail of bullets.

  "Ah..."

  "Ahhhhh!!!!!!"

  The brief cry was quickly stilled, and the black soldiers fell in a pool of blood, their limbs scattered all over the ground.

  "Haha......" The blade haha smiled and walked up front, using force to pry open the black leader's hand that was grasping the diamond.

  His palm was pinched too tightly, and the blade had been prying for half a day without opening it. He simply drew out his military knife and cut open his palm to find that blood diamond worth a city.

  Rubies reveal their true appearance in sunlight, emitting a hazy red glow, top-grade color.

  。

  "Blade, isn't this a bit unscrupulous and not quite in line with mercenary etiquette?" Ao Mo said with a smile, he who was surrounded by an aura of slaughter had gotten the better end of the deal and was still pretending to be innocent.

  "Do you remember what the special forces said?" Knife Edge flashed the diamond in front of Omo's eyes and then put it into his own pocket.

  "Special forces say we are just regulars," Omo said to Knife Edge.

  "Ah, haha...!" Dao Feng burst out laughing and loudly said to the mercenaries: "Our biggest rule is that we have no rules, kill, plunder, seize, we are beasts, beasts have no taboos, haha... Ah, of course, this isn't what I said, it's what a special forces soldier said, fall back in line, haha..."

  The helicopter slowly rose into the air, leaving behind a pile of bloody corpses flying north. A group of hungry jackals hiding not far away rushed over, greedily gnawing on fresh flesh and blood. In the sky, a flock of black vultures circled, waiting for the jackals to leave so they could enjoy their meal.

  At this time, Zhao Ziyang appeared in the UK wearing a suit and tie, accompanied by Angel-like Anqi'er. Anqi'er, who was over 175cm tall, wore a tight black vest on top, with a small black suit jacket, a long rectangular black soldier's badge around her neck, and a short skirt that only reached the base of her thighs, wearing small leather boots, exuding a sultry and sexy aura.

  Two people stroll through Radcliffe Square in Oxford, a town renowned worldwide for its rich cultural heritage.

  Oxford is the location of Oxford University, one of the most famous universities in the UK, with a teaching quality renowned internationally. The university is known as the "dreaming spire" and is ranked among the top three in the world, often alternating with Harvard University to be the number one university in the world rankings.

  In fact, the University of Oxford is just a name used by outsiders. Locals prefer to call it the City of University of Oxford because the University of Oxford is not a single university, but rather a federation of 39 colleges, similar to the relationship between the central government and local governments in the United States.

  Radcliffe Square is the centre for university ceremonies and events, and is surrounded by some of the oldest colleges and buildings in Oxford. It is set back from the main streets, shaded by trees, giving a sense of peace and tranquility.

  To the south of the square stands St. Mary's Church, where before the 17th century, the university's main ceremonies and concerts were held; at the western corner is the 15th-century Divinity School, which served as a lecture room for the university, now converted into the University Library.

  Anqi quietly hooked her arm around Zhao Ziyang's, their footsteps echoing on the ancient red brick floor as they strolled leisurely like a couple.

  As for why An Qi'er had to hug Zhao Zi Yang's arm, her explanation made it seem more natural, otherwise it would be a bit out of sync.

  Zhao Ziyang felt that this was unnatural, Angie's height in high heels would surpass his own, and his arm would inadvertently touch Angie's soft chest, plus the faint scent emanating from her body, making him very uncomfortable.

  "Angel, you're so beautiful." Zhao Ziyang finally got into character and began praising Angel's beauty.

  This is the truth, if Angel didn't participate in mercenary model contests, she would absolutely become a world-class top model. Her beauty is not only on the outside, but also has an innate noble aura, worthy of being born into an ancient German aristocratic family.

  "Thank you." Angie smiled slightly, the cold air on her face dissipating, finally looking like she had a bit of worldly flavor to her.

  "You're welcome." Zhao Ziyang smiled and nodded slightly.

  "How about compared to Ling Hu?" Angie suddenly stopped in her tracks, grasping Zhao Ziyang's arm with both hands, looking at him with sapphire-like eyes.

  Those eyes mixed with a hint of expectation, bright enough to make Zhao Ziyang's heart skip a beat.

  He had to admit that Anqi was as beautiful as a painting, but if he had to compare her with Linghu, it would be difficult to say who was more beautiful. The reason is that the two have different personalities, Linghu belongs to the typical lively and lovely type, while Anqi shows noble and cold elegance.

  "You are more beautiful than a fox spirit." Zhao Ziyang blurted out, then saw the sweet smile blooming in An Qi'er's eyes.

  This iceberg melted after taking off its camouflage, Zhao Ziyang thought it was the girl's nature, but didn't know that An Qi'er would only be like this in front of him.

  "Does it still hurt inside?" Angel stretched out her hand and gently covered Zhao Ziyang's left chest, where there was a bullet that had not been removed.

  "It's okay." Zhao Ziyang nodded, feeling a gentleness from An Qi'er that he had never seen before.

  "Ling Hu will help you get the bullet out." Angie gently massaged Zhao Ziyang's wound and pulled his hand as they walked towards Oxford University.

  The man is tall and handsome, the woman is stunningly beautiful, and their unintentional hand-in-hand adds a touch of unique scenery to Oxford.