"What? You asked us to give up a job?" The Tuareg mercenary sneered. "Do you know who you are talking to, you are talking to Rahman, the eagle of the desert, the fearless warrior."

"We understand that this is not in compliance. We would like to ask you a favor on this matter. Could you please discuss and give us this job? We are friends of Wiesel." Scimitar whispered.

Rahman sneered, "It's useless for anyone's friends. Don't use Wiesel's name to scare people. If your friends come here to do this kind of work? Get out while I'm not angry. This village."

Scimitar looked at him, and said nothing. Turning around to find Lin Rui said, "Discussion is not possible."

"Aren't you from Tuareg? I thought they would buy your face." Sergey whispered.

"You don't know the Tuareg people. We have lived in the desert since we were young, and we have to rely on ourselves for everything. The unity within the tribe is only the appearance, in fact, we mainly rely on robbery to live with lack of resources. When there are outsiders, we robbery Outsiders, when there are no outsiders, we even rob our neighbors. If the neighbors have nothing to rob, we even rob our brothers." Scimitar smiled bitterly.

"Then there is nothing to say, Russell, Scar, you go with Scimitar and drive these mercenaries out of the village. I am staring here." Lin Rui whispered.

Sergey, the Russian, has always been a thorny head. After hearing this, I was eager to try. He set off with Scarface and found the few Tuareg mercenaries.

The Rahman couldn't help furious when he saw them, "Why are you again?"

Sergey grinned, "It's Lao Tzu and I. Get out of here if you know it. This is not where you stay."

"Death!" A mercenary rushed up and punched Sergey. Although Sergey was not born in a regular army, he was born as a street gangster. Fighting is almost a daily activity he has been familiar with since he was a child. Although they are all wild roads, they usually have fighting experience that can stand the test of practice. As soon as the opponent did his hand, he greeted him, bent his knees, and slammed into the opponent's lower body.

The intense pain caused the Tuareg to bend his waist, and Sergey hugged his head and hit his face with his knees. In two moments, the mercenary was covered with blood and fainted on the ground.

Sergey turned around arrogantly and grinned, "Who else?"

Some of the mercenaries around just wanted to draw a gun. Crazy Horse had already taken a step forward, held his hand, and deftly grabbed the gun from his hand, unloaded the magazine, and ejected the bullet. "You'd better abide by the rules, don't move the gun, if anyone wants to use the gun, I will play with him." It only took a few seconds from the time he took the gun to discharge all the bullets. The mercenaries around are not fools either. At first glance, they know that this is an expert with guns, and no one dares to stand out.

"Have you made it clear that we are troubled?" Rahman said furiously.

"We don't want to trouble anyone, but we need this job more than you. So now take your people and leave, I guarantee that no one will be injured below." Scimitar sighed and shook his head. .

"I'm not convinced!" Rahman jumped out, "I want to wrestle with your best fighters."

Sergey almost burst into tears. This guy was stupid enough to think that being a mercenary guard was based on strength. Such a guard was stupid enough. The people who hired them are no better. I heard that some people are competing against each other, and many people come to watch. In fact, this is not the case with Tuareg. Most locals believe that if a man is a man, he should be strong and loud, so that he can be manly.

Tuareg’s wrestling is actually a fighting technique. The ancient Tuaregs were bandits and fighters. They were good at using scimitars and unarmed combat. But Sergey is not afraid of his provocations, this is a street fighter with extremely rich practical experience. The Russian stretched out his finger and hooked, "Then you, come here."

Rahman dropped the weapon in his hand and strode forward, punching Sergey. He is 1.8 meters tall, and this punch is also heavy, but Sergey is extremely clever. Just shrinking his head, the punch was empty. The Russian guy also deliberately put on a look of beating, skipping small steps, swaying left and right. Scarface looked a little bit like to go up and beat him.

Rahman was furious and rushed forward, trying to catch Sergey and throw him to the ground. But he didn't expect that Sergey was deliberately provoking him just to provoke him. Rahman's head was hot, and as soon as he rushed up, he was hit by the Russian trick. He jumped suddenly, but made a quick kick under his feet. Rahman's height could not control the inertia of the forward thrust, and after he tripped under his feet, he fell forward. Sergey took advantage of the situation and kicked his head back.

Sergei's previous few strokes were fairly mid-range, but this move was a bit nonsense. Because the back of the brain is one of the most vulnerable parts of human beings, the possibility of death from gravity hits is very high. If he kicked it up with full force, Rahman might have to die. It's not how cruel Sergey is, it's just that he fights. He is one of the few small Russians, and he is never dominant in fighting. But he is a thief, he is very accurate, and he specializes in hitting where others are terrible.

Rahman was kicked by him and knocked out on the spot. Fortunately, Sergey controlled the intensity, or Rahman would not be able to withstand his kick. Seeing that the situation was not good, several mercenaries all pulled Rahman away.

"It's gone, it's a bit disappointing." Sergey said slowly.

"These Tuaregs are very real. They will leave if they are not strong enough. They will never say anything. Unlike some people who lose, they will talk endlessly." Crazy Horse looked at Sergey with a sneer.

"Hey, what do you mean, did I win? Did I kill these people?" Sergey shook his head.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense." Lin Rui looked into the distance and said, "Let's go over and ask to see if the slave traders are still looking for the team guard."

After Lin Rui and the others walked over, a militant stopped them, "Are you also here to be guards?"

"Yes, but we have to know exactly what to do, and what price do you offer?" Lin Rui nodded.

"Convoy guard, what do you say? The convoy will depart the day after tomorrow, and we need to be escorted manually. The price is according to the rules, and the price depends on how far the convoy goes." You can earn hundreds of dollars in one trip. You beat those Tuaregs away, do you want to do it yourself?"