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Chapter 3376 Motorcade Guard

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    "What? You want 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 against the rules. But we would like to ask you for a favor in this matter. Can you please discuss and give us this job? We are Wiesel's friends." Scimitar whispered.

    Rahman sneered, "It's no use having friends. Don't use Wiesel's name to scare people. If you were his friends, why would you come here to find this kind of job? Get out before I get angry."  This village.¡±

    Scimitar looked at him and said nothing.  He turned around and found Lin Rui and said, "We can't reach an agreement."

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

    "You don't know much about 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 superficial. In fact, with limited resources, we mainly rely on robbery. When there are outsiders, we rob  Outsiders, when there are no outsiders, we will even rob our neighbors. If the neighbors have nothing to rob, we will even rob our own brothers." Scimitar said with a bitter smile.

    "Then there's nothing to say, Russian guy, Scar, you go with Scimitar and drive these mercenaries out of the village. I'll keep an eye on it from here." Lin Rui whispered.

    Sergey, a Russian, has always been a troublemaker.  After hearing this, I was already eager to give it a try.  He and Scarface set out together to find the Tuareg mercenaries.

    That Rahman couldn¡¯t help but became furious when he saw them, ¡°Why are you here again?¡±

    Sergey said carelessly, "It's me, if you know what you're doing, get out of here. This is not the place for you to stay."

    "Seeking death!" A mercenary rushed up and punched Sergey.  Although Sergey is not from a regular army background, he is from a street gang, and fighting has been a daily activity that he has been familiar with since he was a child.  Although they are all wild, they usually have fighting experience that can stand the test of practice.  As soon as the other party made a move, he rushed forward, bent his knees, and hit the other party's lower body hard.

    The severe pain caused the Tuareg man to bend over. Sergey hugged his head and hit him in the face with his knee.  In a moment, the mercenary's face was covered with blood and he fainted on the ground.

    Sergey turned around arrogantly and said with a ferocious smile, "Who else?"

    Someone among the surrounding mercenaries was about to draw his gun, but Crazy Horse had already stepped forward, held down his hand, snatched the gun from his hand with great dexterity, unloaded the magazine, and ejected the bullet.  "You'd better obey the rules and don't use the gun. If anyone wants to use the gun, I'll play with him." It only took him a few seconds from grabbing the gun to unloading all the bullets.  The mercenaries around him were not fools either. It was obvious at first glance that he was an expert with guns, and no one dared to show off.

    "Are you making it clear that you want to cause trouble for us?" Rahman said angrily.

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

    "I don't accept it!" Rahman jumped out and said, "I want to wrestle with your best warrior to test my strength."

    Sergey almost burst into tears with laughter. This guy is so stupid that he thinks that being a mercenary guard is just a matter of strength. Such a guard is also stupid enough.  The people who hire them are no better.  I heard that someone was wrestling, and many people came to watch.  In fact, this is not the case for the Tuareg people. Most locals believe that a man should be strong and loud, so as to be manly enough.

    Tuareg wrestling is actually a kind of fighting art. The ancient Tuareg people were bandits and fighters. They were good at using machetes and unarmed fighting.  But Sergey is not afraid of his provocation. He is a street fighter with extremely rich practical experience.  The Russian stretched out his finger and said, "Then you, come here."

    Rahman dropped the weapon in his hand, strode up, and punched Sergey.  He was 1.8 meters tall, and his punch was powerful and heavy, but Sergey was extremely agile.  Just by shrinking his head, the punch was empty.  The Russian guy also deliberately looked like he didn't deserve a beating, jumping around and swaying left and right.  Scarface almost wanted to go up and beat him up.

    Rahman was furious and rushed forward, trying to grab Sergei and throw him to the ground.  But he didn't expect that Sergey was deliberately provoking him just to anger him.  Rahman's head felt hot, and as soon as he rushed forward, he fell into the Russian guy's trick.  He suddenly dodged and kicked quickly with his feet.  Rahman, who was tall, could not control the inertia of his forward motion. After being tripped, he fell forward.  Sergey took advantage of the situation and??Kicked him in the back of the head.

    Sergey¡¯s previous moves were fairly mid-range, but this move was a bit wild.  Because the back of the brain is the most vulnerable part of the human body, the possibility of death from a gravity blow is very high.  If he kicked him with enough force, Rahman would probably die.  It's not that Sergey is so ruthless, it's just that this is how he fights.  He is a rare small man among Russians, and he never has an advantage in fights.  But he is a thief, and he is very accurate in his attacks. He specializes in hitting people where they want their lives.

    Rahman was kicked by him and fainted on the spot.  Fortunately, Sergey controlled the intensity, otherwise Rahman would not be able to withstand his kick.  Seeing that the situation was not good, several mercenaries dragged Rahman away.

    "It's a bit disappointing to leave now." Sergey said slowly.

    "These Tuareg people are very down-to-earth. If they are not strong enough, they will leave without saying anything. Unlike some people who will chatter endlessly when they lose." Crazy Horse looked at Sergey and sneered.

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

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

    After Lin Rui and others walked over, an armed man stopped them, "Are you here to be guards too?"

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

    "Convoy guard, what do you think? The convoy will set off the day after tomorrow, and we need manpower to escort it. The price is according to the rules. It depends on how far the convoy goes." An armed leader came over and said, "If you are lucky, run away  You can earn hundreds of dollars per trip. You fought those Tuareg away, do you want to do it yourself?"

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