Closing In
After all, they were natives who lived in Africa. Their tracking and searching skills shouldn't be underestimated.
Besides, the motorhome and two military jeeps had charged straight ahead, leaving a trail that was bound to be easy to follow.
Li Bai was waiting for those reckless fools to get within 300 meters. Then he would take them on himself.
The man lying on the motorhome's roof suddenly chuckled. "Heh. They don't have flashlights!"
He surveyed the area for a while with his infrared binoculars and saw that the armed men creeping through the darkness had nothing but guns in their hands—not a single light source. They hadn't even brought torches.
"That's right. No flashlights."
"They don't even have flashlights. What a bunch of paupers."
The three men on lookout duty had also picked up on some details through their night-vision goggles. In fact, they could see things even more clearly than with the infrared binoculars.
Flashlights were household appliances, and naturally weren't common in poor Africa. As for torches, there were probably even more reasons to avoid them.
Then again, it made sense. It was the tail end of the dry season, and the rainy season hadn't started yet. The wasteland was still mostly yellow-brown, with only a small amount of green. If they set the grassland ablaze, the fire would spread like wildfire, burning everything in its path. No one would be able to escape.
"Eleven of them. Distance: 1,200 meters!"
The infrared binoculars had a rangefinder, and the observer called out the numbers.
"Careful. Don't give away your position."
The man crouched in the grass at the forward lookout wasn't just reminding himself; he was warning the convoy behind him, too.
"Distance: 700 meters. They've split into two groups. Xue Zimin, there are six heading your