Somewhere near Afghanistan in Central Asia, a small group of people were walking in the arid desert., Chinese, novels...

"I hate this damn place!" One of them looked at the endless desert in front of him, took out the kettle, unscrewed the lid, raised his head and prepared to drink water, but found that only a few drops of water dripped from the kettle.

He shook the kettle and found that it was empty inside, so he had to pursed his lips, licked his cracked lips, and cursed hatefully: "It has been two days since we left. If we continue, we will all die here!"

"If you don't shut up, you will die faster!" The man in the lead covered his face with a black scarf, unable to see what kind of race it was. He said coldly: "Don't talk, you can save some energy. If the speed remains unchanged, we will enter the scope of the next tribe in two hours, where we can get enough supplies..."

"Gary, you'd better make sure that the information you gave is accurate!" The white man who spoke first replied without any weakness, "Otherwise I don't promise to reach the destination. If I can't see what I want, I will be unable to help but shoot your head with a gun!"

"Haha!" The person in charge did not say anything back, but just sneered and continued on the way.

Obviously, he was extremely familiar with the desert area and knew when and what kind of protective measures were used. Even if the other people's kettles were dried in this team, he still guaranteed that half a pot of water would exist in his kettle.

Moreover, he was extremely familiar with the terrain here. Although the way he was looking for seemed difficult to walk, he avoided some war-torn areas and some warlike tribes. Two hours later, the team arrived at a tribal gathering area.

There are about 3,000 people in this tribe. When outsiders are coming, the people in the tribe do not have any surprise expressions. This is a relatively famous supply point nearby, with shops and water sources. There are often outsiders coming here, whether to travel, trade, or search for information, or for other different purposes.

"After an hour, gather in place, now you can take a walk here and make some supplies," the leader told the others, "Don't use your weapons until the emergency is imminent, otherwise I don't guarantee that when you see you again, will you turn into stinky meat or something of another shape!"

After saying that, the leader walked straight into the tribe.

Obviously, it was not the first time he has been here.

The others looked at each other, then dispersed and headed towards their destination. How could they be able to walk in the desert for so long and finally come across a supply point. If they don’t treat themselves well?

The man in charge walked through the tribe quickly and soon came to a low earthen house. He looked around and no one noticed him, so he pushed open the door and crawled in.

A tribal man wrapped in a headscarf looked at the man entering the house without showing a surprised expression. He was drinking milk tea and did not speak, but just poured a bowl for the man.

The man was not polite, so he directly brought the milk tea and sniffed it, and said with a sneer: "It's not bad, at least you didn't poison it!" After that, he drank it all.

"Tell me, where is our final destination?" The man in charge took off his headscarf and was a Southeast Asian.

"Hurgen, your business is a bit troublesome." The resident of the tribe wearing a turban said calmly: "A new force has taken over the place you are about to go. I suggest you better cancel this itinerary. The other party is not something you can afford!"

"What do you mean?" Hegen glared: "Half a month ago, you told me that there was a big deal. Now you told me that the place was occupied? Did you deliberately want me to have a conflict with a powerful organization?"

Hegen is not a brainless person. He can become the captain of a small team. He lives until now not just his skills.

"It's not like that." The tribe residents didn't expect that their intentions would be seen through and were stunned. However, in the dim light, his expression did not seem to change much, but his tone softened. "In fact, the information I received was also delayed. I didn't expect that the tribe would push out their territory so quickly. The company occupying that territory was a company in China, with more people. It's not clear whether it came directly at the goal you want..."

"Don't you explain so much!" Hegen saw through the intentions of the tribe residents and said coldly: "Hurry up and take out the information, don't pretend to be thinking about me! I have seen too many CIA routines, so you don't need to provoke you here! If your information is worth my action, I won't hesitate. If it's just a cover, I won't take my people to take risks!"

The tribe residents didn't say anything anymore, and their purpose was seen through. It would be useless to say more in front of this eagle-like man. He took out a piece of paper from under his cushion and handed it over: "This is the specific coordinate of the mine vein. This point is about five hundred meters away from the camp of the Chinese enterprise, if you..."

"Then you don't have to worry about it!" Hegan looked at the paper and said expressionlessly: "Given your attitude this time, I need to pay half of the reward first! Otherwise..."

"Yes!" The tribe resident took out two paper bags directly from under the cushion and handed them to Hegen. The paper bag was not tight, and it could be seen from the gap that there were half-old US dollars inside.

Hegen opened the paper bag, carefully checked the banknotes, then nodded, and walked out with the paper.

When there was no movement outside, the tribe residents quickly stood up, reached out to pick up a black bag under the seat cushion, then crawled out from a back door in the room and turned into another yard. After more than ten minutes, he changed his clothes and walked out from the yard door with a cloth package, and came to a new yard behind the tribe.

After confirming that no one was following him, the man entered the yard, changed into casual clothes, took out his satellite phone and dialed a number.

After the phone was heard, the man whispered: "The people from the Condor Squad have collected money and received information. Then they will see the local area and their performance... Well, the coordinates I gave are consistent with the camp of the Huaxia Changying Group. If they want to explore the certainty of the intelligence, they must have a conflict with the people of the Changying Group... Well, I will pay close attention to find out what kind of mine Changying Group is mining and what specific plans are... I understand that I will do my best to stop their actions!"
Chapter completed!