Chapter 1299 - The Rats In The Ditch (1/2)

Translator: _Min_  Editor: Rainystars

The moonlight was pristine.

On the border between Ecuador and Colombia, an off-road vehicle colored in military green was parked on a hilly slope.

A dense tropical rainforest faced the hill and a river only about knee-deep bisected the rainforest into two. One side was Ecuador while the other side was Columbia.

An Ecuadorian soldier carrying a rifle jumped down from the vehicle, took two steps forward, then used his binoculars to examine the situation on the Colombia side.

After he had confirmed that no border guards were patrolling the area, he turned back to the off-road vehicle, opened the door for the man sitting in the car, and said with his cigar-flavored Spanish.

“Border is in the front. There is a Colombian town about two kilometers away. You can take a bus to the nearby city. It’s best if you cross as soon as possible. Also, remember to be careful of the patrol lights from helicopters and the crocodiles of the swamp.”

“Thank you, I will.” After bearded man got off the car, he smiled slightly and thanked the soldier.

The Ecuadorian soldier grinned.

“You are welcome, our friends’ guests are naturally our guests.”

In principle, Ecuador and Colombia, as friendly neighbors, should not give the green light to the Colombian opposition. There were exceptions to everything, however, especially given Ecuador and Celestial Trade’s honeymoon phase. Tempted by the check of another space elevator, most of the requirements put forward by Xin could be guaranteed.

Even if the requirements compromised diplomatic principles.

With a meaningful smile, Hirst nodded without responding. He picked up his backpack from the back seat of the off-road vehicle, threw it on his back, and walked toward the border under the watch of the soldier.

Stepping across the river, he walked across a kilometer of the tropical rain forest. Then he dragged out his motorcycle from the bushes and dropped his backpack on it.

The roar of the engine alarmed the lizard lying on the tree, and the crocodile by the shoal raised its eyelids slightly.

After he hopped on the motorcycle, he confirmed the direction using the scattered moonlight and then drove straight to the Colombian town not far from the border.

Time gradually passed, and soon it was deep into the night.

Hirst stopped in front of a warehouse at an abandoned farm. He locked the motorcycle in front of the door, glanced at the pitch-dark warehouse, and opened the rusty iron gate.

“Who.”

Not knowingly, a gun protruded out of the shadow, and it was pressed against his face.

With a grin, Hirst raised his hands above his head and said impatiently.

“It’s me.”

As soon as he said those words, the beard faded from his face at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. The muscles on his face seemed to be wriggling like boiled water, followed by the cracking sound of his bones, Hirst’s look had completely changed.

The muzzle against his face slowly lowered.

Hirst lowered his raised hands and complained towards the shadows.

“Is this necessary?”

“Special times, forgive me,” the man said in a hoarse voice.

Shrugging off the comment, Hirst followed the man and walked deep into the warehouse.

They bypassed an agricultural machine, and in the corner of the warehouse, he saw a beam of light leaking from the wooden door.

The beam of light was very fragile and wavered in the darkness, like a boat swaying in the eye of the storm, it was as if it could disappear in the wave in any second.

To some extent, its situation was very similar to the current Kurofune.