Bamako, located on the northwest bank of the upper reaches of the Niger River, is the capital and largest city of Mali. The off-road vehicles traveled on the asphalt pavement of the capital. The road was not wide, but the traffic conditions were okay. There was no red light grabbing. Most of the cars on the road are second-hand cars from Europe. There are cars of various brands, and there are more old Mercedes-Benzes. The buildings on both sides are generally 2 stories, which don't look very good. Along the way, there are many vendors who sell phone recharge cards or facial tissues. They are all black. When a red light comes, they will rush to the car window to sell them. It doesn't matter if you don't buy them. These people are considered friendly.

But when the car of Lin Rui and the others passed by, all these black people dodge wisely. They could see that the military vehicle was full of heavily armed soldiers. After the car passed through the city of Bamako, it quickly entered the dirt road section. It started to rain lightly, and it was difficult to see the lights. Along the way, occasionally I saw busy black people getting up early and second-hand vehicles that broke down.

Lin Rui and others were able to arrive at a black wood carving market in the eastern part of Bamako City in the past ten minutes. People in Mali call the black wood carving market a handmade goods market, because before entering the black wood carving market, there is a narrow street with a variety of silver jewelry, processing and selling one-stop. The handicraft market is a place that foreigners often visit on off days. Although the roads in the market are uneven, the shops are still a bit messy and the smell is heavy, foreigners still like to go there and look around. When they are lucky Maybe you can find some exquisite wood carvings or handicrafts.

The bustling crowd in the market is surrounded by the pungent body odor of blacks. In the crowded crowd, the vendors beckon when they see people from far away: Raj, Raj. It means to solicit business.

The black wood carving market is not big. The lights in the shop are a bit dim. The cabinets display statues of African-style men and women. The wood color is naturally close and harmonious with the skin of Africans.

These artworks include men working in the fields and hunting, women with wooden buckets on their heads fetching water, mothers with children on their backs, women pounding rice, a couple hugging each other, and young girls with their cheeks in contemplation. The body lines of the work are rough and round, and the expressions are rich, especially the carving techniques of certain organs are bold and exaggerated-reproduction and reproduction are the eternal theme of the animal kingdom, and it is also full of religious mystery.

The various statues vary in size, ranging from one to two meters in height to slap-sized, with different shapes, such as simple and honest hippos, slender giraffes, robust elephants, fierce lions, and weird and elf little animals. Some are totems admired by the Malians-antelope, and various masks with exaggerated expressions, which are worn by the Bomba people during dance. The calm, down-to-earth and classic black wood statues can be seen in every piece of work with clear and delicate wood grains. Between each grain are simple and ancient annual rings, just like the imprint and reincarnation of life.

Crazy Horse touched Lin Rui with his hand, indicating that Hogan's factory was in front of him.

Said it is a factory, but in fact it is just a handicraft workshop for carving black wood. In other hand-crafted workshops, sculptors concentrate on cutting, carving, and polishing pieces of black wood. His lifelike works were born under his rough hands. In Hogan's woodcarving factory, there are no people working at all except for a few dusty black woodcarvings. At the door, there were four or five black youths wandering around with guns.

Holding a gun in this place is a status symbol, and many people avoid this shop and the wood carving factory behind it.

Lin Rui whispered, "Go to the shop and kill them inside to avoid leaking the news. Then we will go into the factory behind."

Crazy Horse nodded, and following Lin Rui, Lin Rui strode into the shop. Their arrival aroused the suspicion of the black gunmen. These armed militants immediately surrounded Lin Rui who had entered the store. While shouting something, he gestured to drive away. One of them spoke in French and walked away. Lin Rui didn't speak, and after Crazy Horse and the others came in, he closed the door outside.

"You can't come in." The black man still wanted to threaten with a gun, but as soon as he finished speaking, Lin Rui slapped his face with a fist, his nose, saliva and two front teeth that flew out.

When the black man reached out his hand and held his face, Crazy Horse and others had already pulled out the dagger, followed from behind and stabbed the black man in the back. Kidney puncture can cause death in a coma in a short time. These four or five black militants were okay with guns to scare the civilians. After falling into the hands of experts skilled in fighting like Crazy Horse, they had little resistance and were stabbed to death on the spot. In order to avoid causing panic and riots, Crazy Horse and others dragged the body to a hidden place aside.

"Leave two people to guard here, and the others will follow me in." Lin Rui said calmly, "Don't keep alive."

The black wood carving factory in the back is the same as the shop in front, just a cover.

At this time, Lin Rui and the others had already rushed in, and didn't care whether it would be exposed, and fired frantically at all the armed personnel they encountered. The battle started almost immediately, and Scarface quickly filled the grenade launcher with a grenade. The militants inside had already reacted and shot at the bottom with a machine gun on the second floor, against the stray bullets, smashing ricochets and sparks. Lin Rui concealed from one side and whispered, "Knock out that firepower point."

"I'm coming..." Scarface groaned, a 40mm grenade was loaded into the chamber, and the clusters of fire were found to be intermittent, and then he rolled out again. "Boom!" A muffled sound suddenly blasted through the courtyard where the gunfire was loud. But all of a sudden, under the heavy blazing cover, the grenade quickly landed on the second floor opposite.

"Boom!" Suddenly, there was a sound of overwhelming the machine gun, and a violent roar burst out in a blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, a group of brilliant fires appeared. Under the impact of the wind, the machine guns of the militants became dumb, and the 40mm grenade crashed a small part of the balcony on the second floor, and the injured enemy soldiers wailed and struggled to get up.

"Rush up and see one kill the other." Lin Rui shouted.

These arms dealers who sell weapons to terrorists are not good people themselves. This time it is more related to whether the Black Island Company can escape the influence of terrorist attacks. Lin Rui and others didn't keep their hands.

"Bang!" With a burst of gunfire, the O2 team quickly rushed into the second floor. The enemy machine gunner was directly cut off with a "poof", and half of his head was cut off. A spring of blood soaring into the sky, standing and twitching to the ground, all the comrades who rushed upstairs nearby exclaimed. Lin Rui and the others rushed all the way upstairs in only five minutes.