Chapter 931: Chapter 927 Guerrilla Warfare Chapter 931: Chapter 927 Guerrilla Warfare “Those aren’t our people,”
Red bold text appeared at the top of all the bullet comments, conspicuous and glaring.

Just behind Bi Fang’s off-road pickup, two black dots followed closely, continuously enlarging.

Everyone knew what that meant.

The comfortable atmosphere, admiring the beauty of nature, turned tense and oppressive in an instant; only then did people remember that Bi Fang had never completely escaped danger.

Just one sentence took the lively atmosphere of the live stream down to freezing point.

“Do you see that ahead? That’s the ridgeline of the great snowy mountain–such a beautiful curve.”

Bi Fang suddenly stretched out his hand to point ahead.

People didn’t understand why Bi Fang would say such a thing under such tense circumstances.

Yet they couldn’t help but follow where he pointed, and through his perspective, saw a wavy arc over the vast wilderness.

That was indeed a snowy mountain!

An immensely majestic great snowy mountain, a huge mass with snowy peaks, rose abruptly from the most vast plain.

The cold moonlight seeped down through gaps in the clouds, sprinkling awe-inspiring beauty over this primal land.

It was a solitary acacia tree on the horizon, with the horizon stretching to eternity, surrounded by dense palm trees–the Indian Ocean coastline, the Great Rift Valley of East Africa!

Simply a miraculous place!

Plains and mountains, everything here defied conventions; the bold and unrestrained combinations were even more stirring.

Everyone’s pupils dilated at this moment, as if herds of horses were galloping across the vast sky, heavily trampling upon their hearts, causing their hearts to beat violently and sending warm blood throughout their bodies.

A final gust of cold wind from the top of the snowy peaks swept over, making everyone shiver together.

“That is Mount Kenya, Africa’s second-highest peak after Mount Kilimanjaro.”

Bi Fang’s voice was calm and firm, becoming the best comforter at that moment, and everyone seemed to forget the chase behind them.

“Crossing the equator, usually enveloped in mist, its peak faintly visible, but on clear days, it can be seen miles away standing in the distance, while behind it, in the places we cannot see, there are the mountains formed by million-year-old gigantic glaciers eroding.”

“We didn’t pass by here on our way up, having missed the most beautiful view of Kenya, but now, having the chance to see it as we look back–this too is a kind of luck.”

“Although it’s indeed very beautiful, Master Fang, aren’t you missing the point? Look behind us, look behind us!”

“Real men never look back at their enemies.”

“Even one more glance is giving them face!”

“I’m almost peeing my pants here, and you’re telling me the mountain is pretty?”

“Don’t be so calm, Master Fang, show us some special tricks already.”

“The special trick has already been shown to you; did you think I was just driving in any random direction?”

Bi Fang pressed the accelerator all the way down, and the initially bumpy off-road pickup gradually steadied.

“There’s a large forest at the foot of Mount Kenya, where we’ll be well-suited for guerrilla warfare.”

Without waiting for the audience to think,
Bi Fang reached behind him and pulled out a rope and a long pole. He wrapped the rope around the steering wheel, connecting it to the seat behind him to secure it.

Then, he shifted his position, inserted the long pole down to press against the accelerator, found the right angle, and secured the other end on the car roof with rope.

A lone African goose traced a graceful arc across the sky, seemingly about to fall in front of the mountains at any moment.

Finally, it vigorously flapped its wings and plunged into the clouds.

On the open field, the distance between the three vehicles got closer, and the three people in the pickup truck’s cabin could almost feel the increasingly thick dust odor hurtling toward them.

“Finally, they’ve come.”

Ved rubbed his elbow against the truck wall.

Every official member of the company carried a tracker, which was almost impossible to detect since it was injected under the skin of the upper arm, the size of a rice grain, and driven by bioelectricity.

The opponents had searched the entire vehicle, every person, but had solely forgotten about this detail.

Of course, even the most cautious person couldn’t find it without professional equipment.

Although due to its size, the tracker wasn’t as effective as usual and needed to be pressed to be passively activated, and it could only send coordinates every few hours, but given the situation, it had served its intended purpose.

“I knew you had a backup plan!”

Seeing the roaring cars behind him, Palmer completely forgot the previous unpleasantness, his expression excited.

It didn’t matter whether it was illegal or how many years he would be sentenced, as long as he could safely return to his country, Kenya couldn’t do anything to him.

A country in Africa simply couldn’t extradite a wealthy man living in Ugly Country.

The usually silent guide, seeing this situation, couldn’t help getting excited either, although he was prepared, who wants to go to jail?

“What’s he doing?”

Leaning against the rear window, facing the sky, Palmer, who had the best position to enjoy the moon, tried to get a clear view of what was happening inside the driver’s cabin and had to bend his neck back and press his eyes against the window glass, just in time to see Bi Fang securing the steering wheel.

Unexpectedly seen by Bi Fang, a slap landed on the window glass; Palmer, thinking he was about to be hit, reflexively closed his eyes, only realizing afterward that there was glass between them.

[Doesn’t seem very smart]
[I often scare my dog this way too]
“Damn it.” Palmer cursed, but seeing the cars closing in from behind, he suppressed his anger and burst out laughing, “You’re done for!”

Bi Fang’s vehicle was an off-road pickup, with an open-back half-truck, but the two vehicles chasing after it were authentic hardbody off-roads.

Compared to off-road vehicles, the pickup’s wheelbase was longer, and its departure angle smaller, which was a great disadvantage in off-roading: the shorter the wheelbase and the narrower the track, the lighter the vehicle, the greater the torque multiplication of the transmission, and the differential could be locked, bolstering its off-road capabilities.

Therefore, it was only a matter of time before Bi Fang was caught; there was no way to escape.

He was going to be saved.

Damn it, his hand was jabbed with a big hole, unsure if it had hit a nerve.

Even though Palmer was a clinic owner and seldom performed surgeries himself, nobody wanted a hand that trembled when it was cloudy and rainy.

Seeing the instigator about to face misfortune, it was natural to feel schadenfreude.

But his joy didn’t last long.

Palmer’s pleasant dream was soon shattered by the guide beside him.

“What are you doing?”

The three of them were tied together, and with Ved, a big man taking up even more space, it was quite uncomfortable, making Palmer even more irritated.

“What are they, what are they doing?!”

“What doing what?” Palmer retorted irritably, elbowing back, but when he turned around, he noticed someone suddenly popping out from one of the two off-road vehicles behind, holding a long gun, undoubtedly aimed their way.

Palmer was suddenly alarmed, “Ved, Ved, what’s happening, what are you doing, we’re still in the car!”

The two in the car started howling, at this distance, regardless of whether the target of the attack was the vehicle or the people inside the driver’s cabin, the result would only be destruction and death.

“Shut up!”

Ved yelled out a command, meanwhile secretly cursing Sisko as a madman.

The next second, gunfire sounded.