Closer, Very Close...

The sky in West Africa changed. The weather was unpredictable. After the Hummer ran for two hours, the clouds rolled and the moonlight disappeared, and the stars disappeared.

The ground was dark. Horus had no choice but to turn on the headlights. Only then could he move safely at high speed. In the dark and silent night, the two xenon headlights were simply as dazzling as a lighthouse. This meant that the probability of being discovered had greatly increased, and it meant that there were more variables.

Along the way, they had already encountered two sentry posts and a small patrol team. They were all from the armed forces of that mercenary.

The other party had already seen the bright light of the headlights and heard the powerful roar of the Hummer's engine. He even covered the body of the car with a searchlight and set up the machine gun.

He had no choice but to kill them all.