The strongest soldier

Africa, a slum.

There are rows of low-rise earth-yellow buildings, one next to another, only one storey high, with flat roofs and some clothes hanging out. The narrow dirt roads are crowded with people, and their faces are full of the vicissitudes and helplessness left by the hardships of life. , even the children no longer have innocent smiles, as if they have known the hardships of life too early.

At an intersection, a pickup truck honked impatiently and tried to remind pedestrians to give way. However, the people walking in a hurry ignored each other and did not have enough space to move. A vendor led a camel slowly passing by with a hanging hanging on it. Cargo bag, several teenagers looked at the bulging goods in the camel bag, their eyes flashed with greed. They were so poor, and people could easily lose their rationality in the face of hunger.

Then, when the group of teenagers approached the camel and prepared to rob it, they suddenly found a mark on the camel's neck, which was made by burning iron on the fire. They had not noticed it before. After seeing the mark, the group of teenagers changed their faces and turned around and ran away. It seems that the sign is a wild beast. When the camel driver saw the young man suddenly running away, he immediately realized something and snorted with disdain.

Not long after, the camel driver came to the door of a store. The store owner came out to welcome him. He saw the sign on the camel and asked nothing. He directly asked the store clerk to help unload the goods. Then he asked respectfully in a low voice: "Your Excellency." Sir, how much does this batch of goods cost?”

The camel driver reported the number, and the shopkeeper raised his eyebrows slightly. It was obvious that the price was higher than the market price, but as if he was afraid of anything, he did not bargain. He quickly took out a large stack of banknotes and handed them over without looking at them. With the bag on his body, he waited for the clerk in the store to finish unloading the goods and took the camel away.

A store clerk came to the shop owner unwillingly, looked at the camel leaving and whispered angrily: "Uncle, who is he? Such goods are not worth the price at all."

"Child, you have to remember the logo on the camel. Don't mess with anyone who uses this logo, even if the other person wants you dead. Otherwise, it won't be one person who dies, but the whole clan. Do you understand? It's the whole clan, the whole family. It’s not enough, because the logo represents the biggest evil here.” The shop owner warned in a low voice.

"Is it him? Damn it, God will never forgive him." The store clerk's face changed drastically and he whispered, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, and he went to work quickly.

No one noticed a beggar squatting at the door of the store. He was wrapped in dirty tattered clothes. Even his face was covered and his appearance could not be seen. Perhaps it was because there were too many poor beggars here and the other person had no money. If there is chaos, the shopkeeper will not drive the other party away.

The beggar slowly stood up and walked forward with a hunched body. He used a piece of rotten wood as a crutch in his hand. He walked tremblingly, as if he might fall down at any time. Along the way, the beggar walked very slowly. Pedestrians saw that he was walking very slowly. The beggars avoided each other, but no one gave even a bite of food. We were all too poor and had nothing to show kindness.

Not long after, the beggar came to a small alley, looked around and saw that there was no one around, and ducked into a nearby yard. His movements were extremely agile, but he still looked like he was trembling just now. There was no one in the yard, so the beggar hurriedly opened the door, took off his tattered beggar clothes, and shouted in a deep voice: "I'm back."

"Brother, what have you found?" There was a man sitting on the Tukang in the room. He was looking at a map and studying something. He asked in a deep voice without raising his head. He was dressed in camouflage uniform, with short hair and a solemn expression. There was an automatic rifle next to him. And a tiger fang saber, it is the ghost hand.

This yard has been abandoned for many years and no one lives in it. After being discovered by the ghost hand, it was used as a temporary place to stay. The brothers also disguised themselves as beggars and dispersed to investigate for information. Beggars are the most indispensable existence in this slum. It is not easy to dress up as beggars. Being spotted, and rags are easy to find, it's easy to disguise.

"Captain, we have discovered a phenomenon. People here call the target a devil and forcefully sell goods. This is obviously not popular. This may be used." The brother pretending to be a beggar said in a deep voice after coming in.

"Devil? That's interesting." The ghost said without raising his hand.

At this time, another person pretending to be a beggar hurried in, threw away his tattered clothes, and said excitedly: "Captain, good news, the target will come back from abroad at two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Is the news reliable?" Guishou asked in surprise, raising his head and looking at the brothers who came in.

"It's reliable. I was squatting near the target and found them preparing to welcome them. I asked someone to find out. It's absolutely true. However, it's hard to determine the number of people around them." The other party quickly agreed.

"No matter how many people he has, this news is great. This is God asking us to collect him. He is punished by God. It is a very good code name for the operation. I like it. Please inform all brothers to move closer to the central avenue of this town and seize the opportunity. Favorable terrain." Ghost Hand said in a deep voice.

"Understood." The two men responded solemnly.

"Wait a minute." Guishou suddenly thought of something and warned in a deep voice. His eyes were fixed on the map. After gesturing for a while, he smiled and said murderously: "There is only one way for the convoy to enter the city. The convoy cannot pass through other alleys." , there is a small square about one thousand meters after entering the city, and there is a church on the square, which is the only way for the target to go home. Please inform them and ask the brothers to ambush nearby."

"Yes." The two agreed quickly.

"You two are responsible for planting explosives in the church, and then detonating them quickly after the convoy passes by, blowing up the church. The church is the tallest building in this slum. The soil is deconstructed and can easily explode. After the explosion, you will bury the convoy and block the dead end, brother. We will attack from both sides and kill the enemy within three minutes." Ghost Hand said with murderous intent.

"Yes." The two agreed and left quickly.

The ghost hand put the map away and held the tiger-tooth saber on the outside of his thigh. He picked up the weapon and inspected it carefully. Then he looked out the window at the bright sunshine. The tiger's eyes were shining with a strong fighting spirit. The revenge was finally about to begin. Soon He decisively turned on the headset, connected to the headquarters and said in a deep voice: "Mastermind, I am Ghost Hand."

"If you hear me, please speak." The voice of the think tank came from the headset.

"The target will enter the city at two o'clock in the afternoon. I am going to ambush the church in the center of the city and try to kill the enemy in three minutes. Please make sure the headquarters determines the target formation and the number of accompanying armed forces in advance." Ghost Hand said in a deep voice.

"Roger it, today is the unified time to counterattack. I didn't expect you to take the lead in the attack. Well done. I'm waiting for the news of your victory at the headquarters. For the sake of national dignity and revenge for the leader, we will fight." The think tank said in a deep voice.

"War--" Ghost Hand shouted murderously, quickly picked up the weapon, picked up a piece of tattered clothes, wrapped himself up, dressed like a beggar, opened the door firmly, and strode away.