The three border inspectors "checked" the two trucks behind them with ease, and the group of young men and women who were frightened by the gunshots were still picking up their luggage on the ground.
Don't worry about them, a group of foreigners who were scared out of their wits.
The leading border inspector waved his hand and asked his men to go down and pick up the goshawk.
The place where the goshawk fell was only twenty or thirty meters away from them, but when the border inspector trotted over and dragged the goshawk back.
The expression on the face of the guy who picked up the goshawk was as weird as if he had picked up a dinosaur.
The leading border inspector, Brenda, was just about to reprimand a few words, but when he saw the goshawk pulled by his men, he was stunned.
It was not an ordinary goshawk.
Because the location where it was shot was its abdomen, there was a fist-sized hole there. No blood flowed out, but there was black smoke curling up, and it emitted a burnt smell that could only be found when electronic equipment was short-circuited.
Falling from a height of two hundred meters, the impact broke its wings, revealing the light bones of the gray metal inside.
"This … this … this …"
The leading border inspector, Brenda, pointed at the goshawk full of strange colors with one hand, and his mouth seemed to be stuffed with a transmitter without a channel.
He was frightened. What the hell is this?
Not only the three border inspectors, but also the cartoonists who were packing their luggage on the side also witnessed the details of the goshawk.
Their thoughts seemed to have flown into the sky with those bullets, and their minds were in chaos.
Did they enter the world line of Transformers?
If that wasn't the case, then why was there a mechanical goshawk that could only be found in Transformers in this backward African continent?
This was not in line with reality at all.
A cartoonist muttered to himself, "It's over, it's over, there won't be Megatron coming with his men later …"
"What are you talking about, the world line is not in chaos." Qin Feizhuo, the boss of the studio, reprimanded in a low voice.
As soon as his voice fell, the roar of the engine came faintly from the wide dirt road leading to Nigeria.
This was the surging mechanical roar of the V12 engine above the 5.0 displacement.
Qin Feizhuo, who loved car culture, immediately heard the power composition of the car that he had never seen before.
He was not disappointed. A few seconds later, a black steel figure dragging a cloud of dust appeared in the field of vision of everyone at the border inspection station.
It was a G65 that could make men's blood boil, and it was a six-wheel-drive long-wheelbase version.
Qin Feizhuo subconsciously rubbed his eyes. As far as he knew, even the "First Class" Basbo brand in Mercedes-Benz only released a six-wheel-drive semi-cabin version. Not only were the details of the exterior slightly different from the one in front of him, but it was also the kind that had a full cabin, which made it look even more wild and untamed.
He wondered which master had made it.
Just when the people at the border inspection station thought that they had encountered some European or American tycoon who came to Africa for a road trip.
The three Land Rovers noticed the four cars and followed them from a distance.
The sound of the G65's engine drowned out their movements. When they all appeared in people's field of vision, the wide dirt road to the east was already filled with the feeling of thousands of horses galloping and dust billowing.
The three border inspectors hurriedly ran forward and waved their hands in a flattering manner.
It was obvious that they did not dare to offend the owners of these luxury cars, so they planned to let the four cars pass.
With a violent roar of the exhaust pipe, the G65 stopped in front of the three border inspectors.
Before the door of the G65 opened, the other three Land Rovers also rushed over. The people in the cars were like ferocious beasts. Before the cars came to a stop, the doors of several cars opened at the same time. Then, more than ten fierce men wearing combat boots, black overalls, and black short-sleeved vests jumped out of the cars.
The three border inspectors were so scared that they almost sat on the ground. These men were dressed in highly uniform, and their muscles exposed in the sun were stronger than bison.
They wore sunglasses and had tactical waist belts wrapped around their waists.
There was a dazzling array of magazines on the waist belts. Just as the three border inspectors were about to introduce themselves, a SIG556 assault rifle was pointed at their heads.
In Africa, where AKs were prevalent, the 556 assault rifle, which was a grade higher than the M416, was no less dazzling than the four luxury cars in front of them. There was no doubt that this group of people in front of them was a pride of lions on the grassland.
The cartoonists, who had just recovered from the muzzle of the AKs, were collectively petrified again.
It was over, it was over. Looking at this lineup, they must have encountered the legendary African warlords who killed without blinking an eye.
They didn't dare move, because the cartoonists saw that these luxuriously equipped muscular men were staring at the goshawk in the hands of one of the border inspectors.
Their eyes were as if they wanted to eat people.
The cartoonists noticed the muscular men, and they also noticed the cartoonists crouching on the ground.
Two of the muscular men in sunglasses were about to raise their guns, but when they saw the faces of the cartoonists, they were shocked.
Yellow skin and black eyes. Were they Hua Xia people?
They quickly put down their guns, then jogged to the Mercedes-Benz G65 and opened the heavy bulletproof door.
"Reporting, General, the armed forces outside have been disarmed." As the person who opened the door said this, he also snapped a military posture.
The cartoonists stared at the G65 with nervous eyes, waiting for the warlord to get out of the car, and at the same time, waiting for the following punishment.
In their opinion, the best outcome for encountering a warlord was to be captured and paid a large ransom.
They had just escaped from the jaws of the tiger, and now they encountered a pack of wolves!
It was over, it was over.
A black crocodile leather boot stepped on the pedals of the G65, and with a click, the hearts of the three border inspectors and more than ten cartoonists suddenly jumped.
Above the leather shoes were white trousers and a well-ironed tuxedo with a black bow tie. When the general fully revealed himself, the cartoonists couldn't help but rub their eyes.
Was this a warlord?
Why did he give people a feeling of gentleness, even a little like a butler?
General Maups had already noticed the cartoonists crouching on the ground. After getting out of the car, he quickly walked in front of these people and asked in English, "Which country in Asia are you from?"
"Hua … Hua Xia." A few people who could speak English carefully raised their heads.
After confirming that they were from Hua Xia, General Maups trotted back to the front of the Mercedes-Benz G65. Under the eyes of the cartoonists, like a competent butler, he held the door with one hand and supported the inside with the other.
A …
A young man about the same age as them was respectfully invited out by the general. Then, all the armed men turned their heads and saluted the young man.
The driver's seat and the passenger's door opened automatically, and two cold-faced Hua Xia men stood in front of him, one on the left and one on the right.
Perhaps in the eyes of foreigners, it was difficult to distinguish which country an Asian with yellow skin and black hair was from. Just like how Hua Xia people looked at Europeans, they were all the same, and there was no distinction between Germany, Denmark, Germany, or Sweden.
But!
Hua Xia people might not be very accurate in judging Japan and Korea, but when they looked at their own compatriots, they felt a sense of kinship.
So when Ye Qing got out of the car, the group of cartoonists' mouths opened into an O shape.
This scene was even more shocking than the border inspector dragging a mechanical goshawk back.
In the African continent thousands of miles away, in the wild grassland full of gunfire.
An unbelievably young Huaxia man was actually the leader of this group of warlords who seemed to be in great splendor?
"Wait ~" Why did Qin Feizhuo feel that this young man was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen his photo before?
When fellow countrymen saw fellow countrymen, they were in tears, not to mention under the gun of a group of fierce men. Qin Feizhuo quickly gathered his courage and tried to establish a relationship with this compatriot who might decide their fate, "You … You are from Hua Xia?"
"Yes!" Ye Qing looked at this group of compatriots in surprise, "You are …"
A few of the girls among the cartoonists burst into tears.
"Woo woo ~"
Several girls' voices were filled with grievances, but there was a pleasant surprise after surviving a disaster, "We originally wanted to take a car to Anut Special District to play, we have relatives who work in the factory there."
"Who knew that when we arrived at the border checkpoint, this group of border inspectors said that we were smuggling diamonds."
"We … We wanted to prove ourselves, but this group of people took away all our valuable items."
"You have relatives who work in the factory?" Ye Qing was even more surprised, "Is it the factory of Monster Industries over there?"
"Yes, yes!" The cartoonists nodded in unison.
"Okay, I got it." Ye Qing walked up to them and helped one of the girls up, "Everyone get up first, leave this matter to me."
After standing up, the group of cartoonists huddled together and cried loudly.
They were excited that this young fellow countryman had the intention to help them.
Ye Qing turned to look at Maups, "General, you take care of this matter."
"Okay, Mr. Ye." General Maups nodded, he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
In the next second, General Maups's expression changed dramatically, the respectful look in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a biting cold murderous intent.
He stepped forward and looked down at the three trembling border inspectors, his tone was like the cold wind of Siberia.
"That goshawk, who shot it down?"
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