It’s even more troublesome to go to Niger. It’s a country where 80% is covered by desert. A few decades ago, it was only 50%. But the desert area is increasing every year. Sooner or later it will desert the entire Niger. It can be said that this is not Suitable for human habitation.

Arrived in Niger by plane, bought a car and set off for the destination Zinder City.

Along the way, Mo Qi repeatedly studied his right eye, switching between the four visual modes at will.

Perspective allows him to see through obstacles up to two meters in total.

When the visual distance is super long, the pupils change slightly, and the front vision within 800 meters is as clear as the palm of his own hand, and the whole world has reached the feeling of super resolution in his eyes.

As for the remaining two modes, Fang Moqi has a headache every time he uses it.

The bird's-eye view and 360-degree field of vision without blind spots are more than just the abnormal changes of the eyes. No matter how the human eyes are modified, they cannot have this ability. This seems to have caused changes in his brain organization.

The four modes cannot be superimposed, and his right eye can only bear one vision at the same time.

As for the left eye, he was completely blind in the past two days and his eyesight was completely robbed. In other words, if the right eye is using the bird's-eye view, then he can't see the front face of others clearly.

"Look, you're blind..." Lan Mu joked at Fang Moqi while driving.

Fang Moqi heartlessly said: "Fortunately, only one eye is blind."

"Do you want to be blind?" Lan Mu hehe said.

The vehicles that the two drove became more and more desolate. Large areas of wasteland covered by yellow sand made them walk instead. They encountered many local residents along the road. They were thin and numb in their eyes.

This country has been in a state of famine for a long time. Perhaps the capital is not bad, but what is miserable is the poor villages around the desert. The desert is expanding every year, so they can't rely on agriculture at all, and their lives are very problematic.

Since Lan Mu and the others first set foot in this country, they have been baptized by many eyes.

"The object is in the desert 20 kilometers away, in that direction..." Lan Mu said.

Fang Moqi walked towards the refugees carrying a bag, and said, "I'll ask."

After Fang Moqi took out the food and banknotes from his backpack, the eyes of all the refugees around him turned into surprises. Coupled with his fluent dialect, he quickly asked about the location of the shelter.

"It's where the rebels are. They have been on the edge of the desert for more than ten years. They robbed the low-level residents and occasionally attacked the city to get supplies..." Fang Moqi walked back and said.

Lan Mu stunned: "Rebels again?"

Fang Moqi said: "Yes, the perennial famine has spawned many robbers. They are dissatisfied with the rule and set themselves up as kings. They are rampant in the desert, and the government has nothing to do."

As soon as Lan Mu was about to speak, Fang Moqi stopped and continued to speak.

"If the containment is there, I think I might have guessed what it is."

He analyzed: "I asked about a suspicious thing from the local residents just now. The government has encircled and suppressed this rebel army many times. At first, the rebel army was unsuccessful, but since two months ago, every official attack will be met. When it comes to sandstorms, and sandstorms always appear in a form that is beneficial to the rebels, regular troops have been defeated by sandstorms many times."

Fang Moqi firmly said: "This is too suspicious. In the eyes of the locals, this is the desert sheltering the rebels, or the government's bad luck. I think this must be the characteristics of the shelter."

The government attacked the rebels four times in two months, and they were all repelled by the sandstorm without exception. Is it really a climatic factor? This is not necessarily a coincidence.

"What are you going to do?" Lan Mu asked.

Fang Moqi said: "Of course he sneaked into the rebel camp, and after finding the target, he brought the recovered contents."

But then he stopped Lan Mu again and said, "You don't have to go, this time I have to rely entirely on myself."

Lan Mu said in surprise: "Can you do it?"

Fang Moqi said, "Of course, if you don’t make a move anyway, you used to watch the show. You also said, try to contain as much as possible. It’s more convenient for me to be alone. Wouldn’t you join me in sneaking over the wall? Window?"

Lan Mu smiled, and Fang Moqi was right. If he wanted to cultivate a real containment elite, he certainly couldn't follow.

In the end, Fang Moqi went to the desert to contain the target by himself, leaving the bag with the refugees, and drove to an unmanned corner by himself.

His bag was full of food and water. Seeing that he didn't want it, a group of hungry people swarmed up.

Lan Mu transformed into a blood clan and sent two bats to fly to observe. The distance was too far, and the mental power was invisible.

"Sure enough..."

Fang Moqi's vision was broad, and his already powerful stealth skills were further enhanced. The entire camp was within his vision, and it was easy to bypass the outposts.

Those who couldn't get around were also ambushed in advance by him, and he couldn't even hum easily.

In this way he quickly approached where the leader of the rebel army was.

Lan Mu looked at him, wondering how Fang Moqi could determine what to contain?

Just thinking of this, Fang Moqi directly took out his bow and arrow and shot a shot into the sky.

The arrow fell in the air exhausted, and plunged into the middle of the camp, among the group of people sitting on the ground.

No one hit, the arrow stuck to the ground.

This undoubtedly alarmed everyone, and they raised their heads with guns.

Of course there were no enemies in the air. Taking this opportunity, Fang Mo Qiping shot an arrow.

"It turns out that no matter who is shot, the person holding the containment item will activate the ability." Lan Mu secretly said in his heart.

But not, one person was killed by an arrow, and the others panicked at first, shouting enemy attacks one after another.

"Not enough, at least you have to make the people behind the scenes feel threatened." Lan Mu thought.

Fang Moqi obviously thought the same way, taking out his gun and shooting at an inconspicuous tent.

"Boom!"

"boom!"

The tent suddenly exploded, and it turned out that there were explosives piled in it, which should be the ammunition depot of the rebels.

The flames of the explosion ignited the tents one by one, and the bullet shells and iron sheets that were fired turned into killing weapons, and the nearby rebels screamed and fell.

The perspective allowed Fang Moqi to easily find the ammunition depot, and the camp had no secrets in his eyes.

The rebels fired indiscriminately, searching everywhere for Fang Moqi's traces, but Fang Moqi's vision was extremely wide and he was involved around the bend.

He and Hawkeye use the same way of fighting against the enemy by taking advantage of his vision.

The rebels were always shot by magic bullets and bows, and finally a black man in the crowd was anxious.

I saw him ran into a tent, lifted the blankets on the ground, and dug the sand with his bare hands.

There was a black woman on the bed, dressed in revealing clothes, a little afraid of gunfire outside, and asked, "Bazaar, is the army calling again?"

Baza was cold and silent, and soon dug out a sand sculpture.

It was a sculpture of golden gravel that was glued together for unknown reasons, with a strange image, the head of a crocodile, and a human body with seven arms and legs like an evil god.

Bazaar pulled the woman over and drew the knife directly into her neck.

The woman was hurried and frightened, not knowing why Bazaar violently killed her.

Blood spurted out and poured on the sand sculptures. Baza whispered a few local words softly.

At this time, a bat sneaked in and saw this scene.

Lan Mu secretly said: "This should be the containment object, right? So it was a sacrifice?"

Sure enough, the next second a violent wind blew up and yellow sand flew up.

The sandstorm covering the sky and the sun suddenly rose, covering the entire camp for a kilometer, causing people to hide their faces and yell into the house.

People in the sandstorm couldn't open their eyes at all, their vision was severely disturbed, and the sun was gloomy.

Against ordinary people, the sandstorm is indeed fierce, but Fang Moqi is no longer an ordinary person.

Huang Sha has no influence on him~lightnovelpub.net~ His vision is still clear.

Fang Moqi's right eye looked through, and he could see the target with his eyes closed, and naturally saw the scene of Bazaar's sacrifice.

In the sandstorm, everyone ran around with their heads in their arms. Except Fang Moqi, only Bazaar was unaffected, holding a gun and looking for the enemy's traces everywhere in the camp.

The containment created a sandstorm, but it did not affect him, but it did not seem to bless him with unique abilities.

Fang Moqi was hiding behind the bunker, and he could be seen clearly.

Bows and arrows were useless in the wind and sand. Fang Moqi raised his hand to take a closer look. Seeing that the opponent didn't notice, he shot directly.

"boom!"

The bullet punched a blood hole in Baza's head and died on the spot.

Not only Fang Moqi was stunned, but even Lan Mu couldn't believe it.

"Is this dead?" (To be continued.)