The moonlight was bright.
On the border between Ecuador and Colombia, an army-green off-road vehicle was parked on the slope of a hill.
Directly in front of the hill was a dense tropical rainforest, and a river about knee-deep divided the jungle into two. On one side of the river was Ecuador, and on the other side was Colombia.
The Ecuadorian soldier with a rifle jumped out of the vehicle. After taking two steps forward, he took out a pair of binoculars and surveyed the situation in Colombia.
After confirming that there were no border guards patrolling the area, he turned back to the off-road vehicle, opened the door for the man sitting in the vehicle, and said in Spanish that smelled like cigars.
"The border is in front. There is a small Colombian town about two kilometers away. You can take a bus to a nearby city. If you want to cross the border, it's best to hurry. Also, remember to be careful of the lights of patrol helicopters and the crocodiles in the swamp. "
"Thank you, I will." After getting out of the vehicle, the bearded man smiled and thanked the soldier.
The Ecuadorian soldier grinned.
"You're welcome. Our friend's guest is naturally our guest."
In principle, Ecuador and Colombia, as friendly neighbors, should not give the green light to the Colombian opposition. However, there were exceptions to everything, especially since Ecuador and Celestial Trade were in the honeymoon period. Under the temptation of the space elevator, all requests made by Xin could be accommodated to the greatest extent.
Even if it was a problem that violated the principles of diplomacy.
With a meaningful smile, Hearst nodded slightly and didn't say anything else. He picked up his backpack from the back seat of the off-road vehicle, threw the backpack on his back, and walked to the border between Colombia and Ecuador under the gaze of the soldier.
After crossing the river and walking across a kilometer of tropical rainforest, he dragged out his motorcycle from the bushes and threw his backpack on it.
The roar of the engine startled the lizards on the trees, and the crocodiles on the shoals raised their eyelids slightly.
After he got on the motorcycle, he confirmed the direction with the help of the moonlight, and then drove straight to the small Colombian town not far from the border.
Time gradually passed into the second half of the night.
He stopped in front of a warehouse in an abandoned farm. Hearst locked the motorcycle in front of the door, glanced at the dark warehouse, and pushed open the rusty iron door.
"Who is it?"
He did not know when, but a gun stretched out from the shadows and pressed against the side of his face.
With a twitch of his lips, Hurst raised his hands above his head and spoke impatiently.
"Me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the beard faded from his face at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the muscles on his face squirmed like boiling water. Accompanied by the crackling of his bones, Hearst's entire person changed into a completely different appearance.
He slowly retracted the gun that was pressed against his face.
Hearst put down his raised hands and casually complained to the shadow.
"Is this necessary?"
"It's a special time, please forgive me," the man said in a hoarse voice.
Hurst shrugged and followed the man into the depths of the warehouse.
He bypassed a farm machine, and in the corner of the warehouse, he saw a glimmer of light leaking out from the wooden door.
The glimmer of light was very fragile. It flickered in the darkness like a small boat swaying in a storm, as if it would disappear in the next second on the crest of the surging waves.
To some extent, its situation was very similar to the current Kurofune.
Two years ago, the tragedies in City K and Yoto shocked the world and directly led to the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people and the downfall of two regimes. The word T virus appeared in the eyes of countries around the world for the first time, and the world fell into unprecedented panic.
In December of the same year, NATO launched a large-scale military operation in northwestern Somalia at the behest of the United Nations. With conclusive evidence, the UA, Britain, France, Germany, Italy, Canada … and other countries declared war on the Belvedere warlords and set off another desert storm in Somalia.
In less than a month, the iron fist from the civilized world destroyed the Belvedere warlords and Somali Al-Shabaab that provided support to the Kurofune, and took over the infected area and the T virus factory on the border between Ethiopia and Somalia.
At the beginning of the next month, Celestial Trade sent troops without authorization and crossed the border to attack the Sabab militants hiding in Kenya. They destroyed the remaining 1.7 tons of virus stock and 50 tons of virus raw materials, completely destroying everything that the Kurofune spent more than a decade accumulating.
Bad news came one after another. Tanaka, the spiritual leader of the Kurofune, also lost contact with Jiang Chen after the duel.
Even the core members of the Kurofune only knew that he last appeared in the suburbs of Yoto, and it was unknown whether he was still alive or not.
Only Tanaka could communicate with the Kurofune.
After losing Tanaka, they completely lost contact with the "Kurofune".
In the confusion and fear of losing the organization, the members of the Kurofune were either running for their lives under the global pursuit of the Ghost Agents, or hiding in a remote area with their names concealed.
It didn't take long for Celestial Trade to build a space elevator and began to emerge internationally, and its strength expanded at an exponential rate. Under Jiang Chen's shadow, they were like rats in the gutter. They didn't even dare to look at this behemoth, let alone seek revenge.
The same was true of Hearst.
As a senior member of the Kurofune, he was not only pursued by Ghost Agents, but he was also on the top of the wanted list of countries as a terrorist. It was only because of the ability to change his appearance and height at will that he barely escaped the encirclement of the intelligence organizations of various countries.
After wandering in loneliness and confusion for two years, Hearst, who fled to South America, lived a semi-secluded life while carefully paying attention to the situation of the Kurofune.
However, the cruel truth was in front of him.
In addition to the news of the Kurofune members being caught or "accidentally killed", he couldn't find any useful information on newspapers and the Internet.
Just when he almost began to despair, not long ago, he suddenly saw the marks left by the members of the Kurofune in a newspaper. Overjoyed, he quickly found his companions hiding in Colombia based on the clues left in the newspaper.
He was not the only one who escaped the pursuit of Ghost Agents, but there were also three other companions.
Andrew, a psychic from the United Kingdom, Garek, a mercenary from the UA, and a psychic ability user named Sakai.
"What if they change their itinerary, or simply end their visit to South America?" Garek said in a hoarse voice like a viper while wiping the sniper rifle in his hand.
"They can't change their itinerary." Andrew smiled faintly. "They are Celestial Trade. The CIB is not enough to make them submit. Even if the FBA is added, it's still impossible."
And their conceit will make them pay a painful price.
"I hope everything goes well." Hearst drew a Kurofune mark on his chest and closed his eyes devoutly. "I also hope that the sacrifice we offer is enough to show our loyalty to my Lord."
"I just want to avenge Mr. Tanaka." The eyes under her long hair flashed with hatred. Sakai, who was sitting in the corner with her arms crossed, said coldly.
"I will."
Andrew's smile was very gentle, like a kind priest facing a lost lamb. "My Lord will bless us and lead us to victory."
If the blood of stubborn people can be exchanged for the favor of my Lord and usher in eternal evolution for this decaying world, then no matter how many sacrifices are made, it will be worth it, because all lives will obtain eternity in the glory of harmony.
World War III …
[This sacrifice should be enough, right?]
Andrew reached out his skinny right hand and touched the pendant on his chest.
He looked at the UA man who was twisted in the corner and tied up with a sack and rope. His dark green pupils were filled with fanaticism …
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