Escape from death.
The person Zhang Jing wants to thank the most is Christoph Waltz, the heir to the count of Odilweiburg, who has natural blond hair.
Because he asked people to warn him in advance at the party, Zhang Jing was more careful and did not die so easily.
The most important thing is to know who is behind the scenes and teach Zhang Jing a lesson.
Xun, you must fight to the end, don't pretend to be x in advance, you may lose the first mover advantage.
After giving up and returning to the hotel, Zhang Jing contacted Shana's colonel father, Volkov, in a dark alley.
With good luck, I got the results I wanted.
Driving the mountain motorcycle he carried with him, an hour later, at 10:10 p.m., Zhang Jing appeared in the ik3 mining area 80 kilometers northwest of Khartoum.
Zhang Jing would have thought he was in a war zone if it weren't for the word 'ik3' written in large letters in spray paint on a pile of rocks that was taller than the house.
A large number of heavy metal horses, tire breakers, high-intensity lights, many sentry towers, and tanks guard the gates.
In addition to the apparent firepower, there were no less than ten machine gun and artillery bunkers on the way here.
This is just one direction of the mining area. It's hard to imagine how many big guys there are in other places.
Candela actually wants to rob someone else. In this case, even if the alien comes, he will have to kneel down!
"Zhang San?"
A young man in his thirties, wearing a Kevlar bulletproof helmet and a bulletproof vest, carrying an AK upgraded version of the AN94 rifle behind his back, looked at Zhang Jing from close range and asked in English.
It was obvious that this was an elite mercenary. Zhang Jing nodded politely, "It's me."
"follow me."
Following the mercenaries, Zhang Jing entered the mining area under the watchful eyes of some large-haired mercenaries and dark-skinned armed men on duty, passing by heavy-duty horses that were taller than an adult, passing by a three-meter-high stone wall.
The first is the living area. Behind the living area is the second line of defense. There are not only ground weapons but also anti-aircraft weapons.
More RPGs are placed in the corners, where the mercenaries can get them at any time.
Keep going.
In a slightly luxurious wooden house at the back of the living area, under the dim light, Zhang Jing saw the person in charge of the mining area who he thought was tall but was actually thin and resembling a little old man.
"Volkov is not a good person and is not easy to get along with," the little old man looked at Zhang Jing's black eyes and asked suddenly, "How can you persuade him?"
"Xiana and I are friends."
The little old man looked understanding and said in a relaxed tone, "Fortunately you and Volkov are not friends. That guy was stupid enough to shoot and hit himself;
But Shana is a good kid, honest and reliable. "
Zhang Jing sweated on his forehead and did not comment. Maybe the little old man in front of him was Volkov's biological father?
When Zhang Jing didn't answer, the little old man asked, "Tell me about your trouble."
"Someone wants to kill me, the number is uncertain, at least two or more," Zhang Jing said of his troubles, "I'll be the bait, and you can help me get rid of them."
"It's easy." As he spoke, the little old man took out a circle of drawings from the wooden shelf by the window and unfolded it into a map.
“This is an abandoned gold mine fifty kilometers due west of Khartoum;
At two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, you go there alone and hide in the main mine. My people will set up an ambush outside. "
"It sounds very safe," Zhang Jing agreed in principle, but he was afraid of being cheated and asked tentatively: "What is your relationship with Colonel Volkov?"
"I don't want to have anything to do with that idiot," the little old man paused for a second, then added, "Stupidity is contagious, so be careful."
The little old man said it easily, and Zhang Jing was relieved.
At the same time, it was located in a woolen factory somewhere in the industrial zone in northern Khartoum.
The person in charge of the assassination operation, Ray Milgert, who had a dagger tattoo on his shoulder, also already knew that the assassination failed.
It cannot be said to be a failure. Zhang Jing violated the normal theory and did not return to the hotel, so he did not pass the vehicle that was ambushed in the middle.
Unable to bring weapons into the hotel, Ray Milgert decided to continue to perform high-intensity surveillance, find another opportunity to complete the assassination mission, and receive a reward of 2 million yuan.
This opportunity came quickly. Zhang Jing drove away from the Holiday Inn alone in the afternoon the next day.
We took the ferry across the Nile River with people and cars and headed west.
This was definitely a good opportunity. Ray Milgert sent four people and two motorcycles to follow and look for opportunities to kill.
In the early stage, drone tracking, that is, beyond visual range tracking, was used to avoid disturbing the target.
When Zhang Jing drove further and further, the four mission executors chose to put away the drone and went directly to it blatantly, no longer pretending!
Zhang Jing can easily find people with bad intentions, which is exactly what he wants.
Originally, I only drove fifty yards, and when I pumped the gas under my feet, the rusty Sanmou Ling SUV started running, and suddenly there was a burst of dust.
The killer is not afraid of dust. If he completes the task, each person will be rewarded 200,000 yuan, which is very delicious!
What's more, this is still Khartoum, and the possibility of being caught committing murder is zero.
After two chases and one escape, Zhang Jing quickly arrived at the abandoned gold mine the little old man mentioned. There were some abandoned buildings and piles of rocks on both sides, but no ambush was seen.
'Isn't it really a trap? '
Zhang Jing felt a little uneasy and rushed straight into the depths of the abandoned mining area. Because it was the local dry season, there was no green around him.
It's a very depressing environment that makes people feel uncomfortable all over.
Ignoring the view, Zhang Jing plunged into the mine tunnel with tracks at the entrance and drove in for more than twenty meters until he was blocked by a mine car parked on the track.
At the same time, intensive gunshots rang out outside the mine tunnel.
Listening to the sound, there are Aka 47s and many light machine guns, all making a symphony.
When the gunfire stopped and there was no movement outside, Zhang Jing cautiously left the mine tunnel.
Perhaps it was too late to come out. When the situation outside was clearly seen, the four killers had turned into pulp, and a military truck that had been hidden was leaving.
Zhang Jing felt happy, it was really easy to do things.
He may be able to succeed alone, but he is also afraid of capsizing in the gutter, especially with a lot of high-tech equipment, such as partition locators and heartbeat detectors.
The former can see the number of people and their positions in the room through the partition wall.
The latter is only the size of a palm and can detect heartbeats 10 meters away.
Putting on gloves, Zhang Jing searched the bodies of the four people. Except for the broken tattoos, there was no documentation.
It doesn't matter, just know what's going on behind the scenes.
When he turned back to the mine road and opened the car door to leave, Zhang Jing stopped.
For a long time, especially after visiting Yangon, he firmly believed that "seeing into the stone" was useless.
No one in the world is a fool, and the mine owners have come through a hail of bullets. They all have an IQ of 280 and are not stupid at all.
They have a very strict process to accurately assess the value of each rough stone.
Just like Zhang Jing's stone bet with the Weng family earlier, except for the three rough stones passed down from their ancestors, which were good things, the other rough stones were all garbage.
Even if it is not junk, the value will be calculated by the seller.
I never expected that the 'Sight +5cm into the Stone' would find something good at the top of such an ordinary mine.
Climbing up to the hood, a claw hammer and a short steel drill appeared in his hand, and he knocked the rocks above his head away bit by bit.
Some people died, but not completely...
