Early the next morning, as they prepared to leave, the Naumans thought that only their family would follow.
As a result, when setting off, they found Wu Ke driving a bus from outside.
Moreover, this second-hand bus was full of young students, fifty-three in total, belonging to different universities.
Some students had dissatisfaction on their faces. They must have been assigned by the school to prepare for internships.
Of course, most of the students' faces were full of anxiety and excitement that they were about to go on a spring trip abroad, and they looked very energetic.
"Excuse me, is this?"
Nauman asked with some confusion.
"These are all students I recruited on the university campus here. They will go to the north of Ursus to work as interns in a company opened by my friend. Please don't worry about it."
The Naumans and their family were placed in the front position.
"Shall I be the driver?"
His wife sat in the passenger seat with her daughter in her arms, while Nauman, who was assigned to sit in the driver's seat, was in a daze, but he asked.
"No, I am the driver, but my driving skills are rather special."
Wu Ke replied, closing the door for him and locking all the window locks at the back. Even if the people behind wanted to jump out of the window and escape later, they would have to think about how to break the hard window glass.
"It's really Professor Nauman and Ms. Ella. I heard that I could get an internship opportunity under them, so I signed up."
"You too?"
"Don't we all come here to get credits, get qualifications, and learn more about volcanoes?"
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Nauman seemed to hear some students behind him discussing this.
"I'm not a volcanologist, I'm a civil engineering major."
"A passer-by majoring in biology and botany..."
"Am I the only one who came here for the high salary?"
"The school distributes the assignments. If you don't show up, your credits will be deducted and you won't be able to graduate. It's a hot chick school!"
After the Naumans arrived, the students in the back became chattering and lively. If you listen carefully, you will find that they are learning everything.
Some of them are students recruited by Wu Ke under the name of Mr. and Mrs. Naumann, and some are people who are short of money and attracted by the good entry salary.
Of course, there are still some people who are dissatisfied because they are oppressed by the hot chicken school and receive unfair treatment.
Although this matter is a bit unreasonable, Wu Ke can only turn a blind eye or close one eye. He believes that these knowledgeable people have been deceived by him under false names...
Well, it is the grassroots reserve members of his organization who were diverted there. After arriving in the northern border of Ursus, they will definitely be able to shine on that big stage where except for the relatively developed military industry, other industries are somewhat barbaric.
Use your own knowledge to the extent that what you learn can be used, and realize your own life value!
Thinking of this, Wu Ke felt much better. He jumped on the roof of the bus, picked up the special thick chain and fixed it, and the human flight engine was installed.
"Wait, what is this?"
At this time, someone in the car noticed the extra chains beside the car and couldn't help but ask.
With the shield guard away and no one to be the commentator, the car just took off from the spot.
After reaching a certain height, the people in the car screamed, adjusted the direction and angle, and then sped across the sky with an unobstructed view.
The car body rubs against the air, and people inside can hear the whirring wind.
The students went from shock to panic, from panic to calmness, and from calmness to excitement. Oh my god, who has gone to heaven these days?
However, after two days of stop-and-go and flying in the sky, the emotions of these college students returned to calm again.
Wu Ke and the group of people just moved forward, but it took only two days to leave the territory of Letania and pass through the cities of Colombia.
He followed the convoy route map he took before leaving and hurried to the front of the convoy's route.
On the afternoon of the third day, Wu Ke finally led a group of people and caught up with the convoy that left early.
However, when he saw the motorcade, Wu Ke's face suddenly looked a little ugly.
. . . .
"Bang~"
Loud gunshots rang out in the empty wilderness.
"Damn it, those thugs can't break in at all, and they can't steal anything, so why are they still pestering us? Is it possible that all their ammunition is free?!"
This was already the thirteenth wild attack two weeks after the convoy set off, and Xinsir was in a bad mood.
At this time, Black Steel International's anti-explosion vehicles had formed a circle around the convoy, and bullets hitting the armor continued to explode and produce sparks.
But the thugs on the opposite side only used inferior firearms, so the power of the bullets could not penetrate the defense at all.
The only ones who were somewhat threatening were the thugs carried on Originium motorcycles that passed by the convoy from time to time. Some of the Originium bombs thrown over them would pass through the outermost defensive circle.
Razer was on guard. When she saw a bomb being thrown at a height that was obviously high enough to cross the defensive circle, she decisively jumped on the roof of the car, holding up her shield, and knocked away the incoming Originium bomb.
There was a boom, and as bombs exploded outside, a slight gunshot also sounded below.
Outside the defensive circle, two thugs riding off-road motorcycles were seen not far away. They fell straight off the motorcycle. The driver's head was shot through and he was dead.
Behind him, the guy who had just thrown the bomb had a hole in his lower abdomen. The bullet had entered from his back, penetrated his body, and then penetrated the head of the driver in front.
The person behind fell to the ground. He was not dead for a while, struggling and seemed to want to crawl away. Another gunshot was heard, and the struggling person fell completely, and his blood was splashed on the ground beside him along with his brains.
"Tch, these guys, if you kill them, you feel like it's a waste of bullets."
Razer jumped off the roof of the car and heard the Black Steel International colleague crouching beside the car, holding a sniper rifle, saying that the two shots just now were fired by the other party.
"Everyone seems a little impatient..."
Razer muttered.
Franka came over here and happened to hear this.
He came over and put his hand on the short Razer's shoulder.
"The guys who attacked us are just a group of third-rate mercenaries, but they are not afraid of death because of their large numbers.
Moreover, our mission is still to protect the safety of the convoy, not to annihilate the thugs who attacked the convoy, but we can only be suppressed and beaten by these guys.
After being beaten for so many days, everyone is angry now, but it is natural. "
In order to protect the convoy, even though they were stronger than the other party, they still had to fight back. Especially the thugs who attacked the convoy did not know what it meant to retreat. After some people were killed, they continued to pester them. It's like a fly, buzzing, very annoying!
. . . .
There is a mercenary team staying here on the high slope five kilometers away.
"Boss Kent, one-third of the first team has been killed. Do we still fight now?"
a rooper man with a mohawk asked.
"How much damage did they do to the convoy?"
The person being questioned was also a Luper. His black wolf ears were missing a gap, and he wore some gold hoop earrings on them. There was only a section of tail on his buttocks.
This is the leader of the notorious Black Wolf mercenary group in the Colombian underground world, Kent Wein.
"Well, they... did not cause damage to the convoy, this time it was in the open wilderness.
Black Steel International's protective circle is spread out widely, and the teams protected inside are some distance away from the outer circle.
Even if some explosive bombs were thrown in, they failed to cause damage to the convoy. "
The deputy hesitated, but said it anyway.
"What a bunch of rubbish."
Kent cursed.
"Then should we retreat temporarily or continue to fight? The offensive environment here is not very good."
the deputy asked again.
"retreat?
Are you kidding me? If we retreat today, we won't have another chance to eat meat tomorrow.
That convoy is about to enter the Kazdaele area. The mercenaries there are a bunch of war lunatics. Do you dare to follow it? "
"But if we continue to attack, our losses may be a bit heavy."
the deputy reminded.
“Loss, what do we have to lose?
Nothing more than some off-road motorcycles found in a junkyard and modified with some time;
Weapons and ammunition that have been eliminated by some weapons and antique stores, and Originium bombs made by local methods;
Some lower-class poor people were recruited from the slums and could get as much as they wanted...
Hehe, as long as we can exchange for a little loss of that convoy, even if the outer perimeter of our mercenary group is all dead, it is still worth it. "
Kent said nonchalantly, unlike other mercenary groups who encountered a wall on the convoy and chose to retreat after finding out that the people protecting the convoy were people from Black Steel International, his Black Wolf mercenary group was better at using cannon fodder.
For other mercenary groups, it is undoubtedly a difficult task to cause losses to a convoy protected by hundreds of Black Steel International security personnel. That convoy is definitely difficult to chew, and will even gnaw at it. to the bone of the tooth.
But for his Black Wolf mercenary group, they only used the lives of some unimportant cannon fodder to exchange with that convoy.
"Let the second team and the third team go together, and everyone will circle around the convoy until all the explosive bombs on them are thrown out."
Kent issued an order, and only the peripheral members of the mercenary group were summoned, while the core members of their mercenary group only needed to be responsible for filming and recording the process of causing damage to the convoy from a safe distance outside.
After that, they can take these battle records and deliver them to the task organizations in the underground black market to earn a lot of commission from the tasks.
Sipu is dead, but the mission he issued has not been cancelled. The money paid is placed in the mission organization of Colombia's underground black market. The Black Wolf Mercenary Group is still a party that has not given up attacking the convoy.
Kent especially likes this kind of simple mission, which is just for destruction and has very broad conditions. This mission only requires damage to the convoy. As for the damage to personnel and vehicles, they are all counted.
"No, I won't go. Going there now is just to die."
Unfortunately, not every cannon fodder has the consciousness of being a cannon fodder. After the order is issued, some people actually dare to refuse.
Do these guys recruited from the slums think that they are simply doing a good deed by giving them a bite of food when they are about to starve to death?
“Either go or die, go, as long as you blow up something, even if you die, our mercenary group will give your family a sum of money.
And if you don’t go now and get killed, I swear I will find your family members and deal with it together! "
The deputy made a fierce face and threatened a young man with a gun who said 'no go'.
In order to attack the convoy, batch after batch of people died, and the current batch of peripheral members of the second and third teams can be said to be some new cannon fodder who have only been trained for a short time.
Kent is a little impatient. Rather than using words to coerce or induce, he prefers to directly scare others and use fear to control others.
He took out the short rifle from his waist. This was a trophy obtained from killing a Sakota in the past. It had long-range and accurate shooting, and he usually used it to execute disobedient... own people!
He turned on the safety and pointed the gun at the young man over there. Without any hesitation, Black Wolf Kent directly pulled the trigger.
When he pulled the trigger, the corners of his mouth were already raised, and the bloody scene that followed appeared in his mind.
Those guys next to you should be frightened, and then show a look of fear, fear...
His thoughts were a little frozen, and the bloody scene did not appear. Instead, suddenly, an unknown guy stood between the sight of the short rifle and the young man who was being targeted.
Who is this person?
How did he show up?
No, I had already pulled the trigger just now. Even if someone suddenly rushes out, nothing should happen.
But now, not only is the guy who was targeted not dead, but the guy who suddenly appeared seems to be fine too.
Is the bullet jammed?
. . . .
The spinning bullet stopped on his fingertips, and Wu Ke looked around at the somewhat ferocious mercenaries of the Black Wolf Mercenary Group.
His expression was ugly, but he still asked politely: "Who are you and why did you attack that convoy?"
"This man seems to have fallen from the sky. Am I wrong?"
"Who are you?"
Someone asked this question.
"I am considered the boss of that team. I was not in the team before, but now that I have just come back, I see you attacking my team."
Wu Ke paused and continued: "I'm a little angry now, because I promised others yesterday that this journey will be safe."
"What nonsense are you talking about? You're a member of the cannon fodder team, why don't you stand back?"
"I told the truth."
"Didn't you hear clearly? It seems you want to be shot!"
The deputy with a ferocious look pulled out his weapon, which was an ordinary standard pistol.
"Anyone who can say such things must be a bad person."
Wu Ke took a deep breath and said loudly instead of taking action directly.
"I, SB, a messenger of justice, have now surrounded you, but I give you a chance to put down your weapons now, immediately, immediately, kneel down and surrender!"
