Humming a rural tune that even the name has been forgotten, Dunnis, who was driving a heavy truck, grabbed the kettle next to him and shook it, muttering in a little annoyed: "Can't you leave me a little?"

Holding an M14 automatic rifle, Kane, who was sitting next to Denise, shook his head disapprovingly, and smirked at Denise with a scent of alcohol: "Okay... After finishing this job, I'll invite you to have two drinks! Authentic tequila and pure malt whiskey, as long as you can drink it, I will buy you all the wine in the bar at the transfer base..."

He spat fiercely at Kane with a silly smile, and Dennis threw the empty kettle aside, focusing his attention on the rugged dirt road in front of him again...

Compared with those high-end mercenaries concentrated in batches toward the transfer base, the private security teams that Dennis and Kane belong to are not at the same level at all, so the job they can get is to build defense facilities inside and outside the transfer base, as well as trivial errands for transporting some guns, ammunition and daily necessities.

Naturally, this kind of job that is similar to doing odd jobs can't make much money at all. Especially after the core position in the transfer base is built, the mercenaries who are responsible for transportation and construction tasks are completely isolated in the peripheral area of ​​the transfer base. Even if they are replenishing oil, drinking water and food, they can only be carried out on the peripheral area of ​​the transfer base.

After traveling for a long distance, I was exhausted. After transporting the supplies to the ground, I didn’t even have a place to rest. Even the food was only provided with individual field rations that tasted like wax. Although the mercenaries who were in the transportation task understood that the high-end mercenaries who controlled the entire transfer base were not people who could be afforded, they had long-term foods that were licking blood, and even few low-end mercenaries had a good temper and cultivation. Conflicts that broke out intentionally or unintentionally were inevitable!

The rules of using only fists and not swords and guns to make a warrior were completely different from the previous rules of fighting between mercenaries. When the conflict had just begun, several high-end mercenaries had already appeared at the scene of the conflict with guns and ammunition. Under the attack of more than twelve Tasers, several low-end mercenaries who intentionally or unintentionally created conflicts were all screaming and lying on the ground. In the defensive fortresses near the place where the conflict occurred, the barrels of guns with shooting holes extended also conveyed a clear message to all low-end mercenaries who were prohibited from entering the transfer base - if necessary, the high-end mercenaries who had controlled the entire transfer base and did not mind saving the money owners behind them a little employment cost.

After learning enough lessons, the low-end mercenaries who were responsible for transportation and construction tasks had to shrink their hands. After completing the transportation task, they all lost the intention of staying at the transfer base. They would rather drive back to the freight terminal hundreds of kilometers away from the transfer base overnight than watch those arrogant faces swaying in front of them outside the transfer base.

He raised his wrist and looked at the watch. Dunnis moved his cervical bones, and muttered in a low voice again: "I can't raise my speed at all on such a messy road. It seems that it will take midnight to arrive at the transfer base today..."

Before he finished speaking, Dennis suddenly felt his car fall down. Before he could react, the galloping heavy truck had already crashed into a dirt pit that was only half a meter deep but crossed the entire road.

Amid the screams, several of Dennis's sternum were smashed by the steering wheel. Kane, who was sitting next to Dennis, was not prepared at all. He broke through the window and flew out of the window in a daze, hitting a stone in the pit, and his brain burst!

Seeing the heavy truck in Dunnis' posture crash into the pit in the middle of the road, the five heavy trucks immediately followed each other and braked suddenly. With a sound of brakes that made people feel sore, the five heavy trucks finally stopped tilted. Several mercenaries who were also bruised and bruised in the car due to sudden brakes also jumped out of the car or the cab, limped to the ridges or stones that could be supported on both sides of the road, and put a defensive posture towards both sides of the road with guns.

In the sand caused by sudden brakes, almost every mercenary widened his eyes and glanced at the wastelands on both sides of the road, hoping to find the attackers who dug pits on the road as soon as possible. This kind of attack method is not uncommon in Africa. Many black people living near the highway will dig such a pit on the road when they have nothing to do or even be bored. They will wait for a car or several unlucky cars to crash into the pit and then escape from the hiding place near the road, happily looting all the vehicles that were trapped in the pit, and even dismantle all the items on the vehicle, leaving only the owners who were thrown into the pit, leaving the owners who were trampled and groaning in the pool of blood!

Denis, who had several ribs broken by the steering wheel, also forced himself to climb out of the deformed car window, and struggled to find his own self-defense pistol from the holster on his legs, trembling with his fingers, opened the security of the gun, aimed the gun at the edge of the pit where he looked, and muttered hard: "Damn it... Come on! I want to... kill you!"

To all the mercenaries' expectations, after the smoke and dust stirred up by the brakes disappeared, the wasteland on both sides of the road was quiet, and they could not see the expected black men who came to plunder the vehicles and supplies. Hesitantly raised the gun, and a mercenary lying on one side of the road turned to look at the direction of the truck that had fallen into the pit: "Donnis! Kane! Are you okay?"

Breathing hard, Dennis tried hard not to induce severe pain in the broken ribs. He slowly raised his right hand holding the self-defense pistol. Dennis, who was completely unable to shout loudly, shook his arms left and right, barely making a wave.

He hunched over carefully, and the mercenaries who were shouting quickly supported the mounds and stones on both sides of the road and rushed into the pit in the middle of the road. He looked at Dunnis' pale face, and the mercenaries who rushed into the pit immediately took a breath of air conditioning, rushed to the deformed cab, grabbed a first aid kit from the cab, and then returned to Dunnis.

Breathing hard, Dunnis watched his companion find an automatic syringe from the first aid kit and pierce into his thigh, and then he let out a long sigh: "Duncan is finished...find these puppies...kill them!"

He hurriedly took out the elastic bandage to fix the injured from the first aid kit. The mercenary squatted beside Denise and helped Denise tie the elastic bandage, but shook his head with some confusion: "I haven't seen anyone! The person who sets the trap is probably not nearby..."

Before he finished speaking, a sharp gunshot suddenly rang out from the center of the road not far from the pit. Accompanied by the sharp gunshots, the screams of a mercenary quickly reached Denise's ears: "Damn it! Bullet thunder..."
Chapter completed!