While fighting and running, Gao Yang applied everything he could to the extreme. Although he failed to completely get rid of the pursuers behind him, he had successfully distanced more than 500 meters. Most importantly, while he killed at least eight enemies, he was not hurt at all.

Gao Yang perfectly covered the professors and the others' escape, fighting against more than twenty people alone, and doing this. Gao Yang is very proud of his achievements.

Ak47 is powerless to do anything about targets three hundred meters away, so Gao Yang no longer shoots at this time, but just pays attention to keeping the distance away from being pulled closer by the enemy. There is still about two hours left until dark, and then it will be the time for Gao Yang to truly escape.

Gao Yang only used up two magazines, and there were only ninety rounds of rifle bullets left. Gao Yang had no doubt that he could make a way out in desperate situations.

Just as Gao Yang carefully chose the route to jog, the walkie-talkie on his waist suddenly rang, and a strange and arrogant voice suddenly came into his ears.

"Hello, can you hear me? I hope your intercom is not turned off, Mr. Morgan, I'm sorry to tell you that your good luck is about to end and I will find you and kill you, haha."

Gao Yang was startled by the sudden sound from the intercom. He remembered that he had not turned off the intercom, and he was sure that he had never heard this strange voice. Also, judging from the content of his speech, the person who spoke should be the guy who launched the attack.

Soon, Professor Buck's voice also sounded. Although it was through the walkie-talkie, Gao Yang could also hear a strong sense of concern.

"Gao, are you okay? Please answer if it is convenient, how are you doing now."

Although the calls between the intercoms are shared by all terminals and the enemy can hear him, Gao Yang still pressed the launch button to report safety, "I'm fine, professor."

Gao Yang didn't say much. At this moment, the arrogant voice sounded again from the walkie-talkie, "Professor? Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Damn bastards, we're just here to shoot animal documentaries. We've got official permission and we didn't do anything we shouldn't do. Why attack us? You damn terrorists, bitch-raised bastards, you'll definitely get judged, bastards! Bastards!"

Professor Buck's voice was very angry. He could only vent his anger from the intercom. However, after being scolded, the other end of the intercom was silent for a long time, the arrogant voice rang again.

"If you don't want your people to die again, please report your identity and purpose, please understand that this is a threat. If you refuse to answer, I can only catch up and kill you."

"My name is Buck Rodney. I am a naturalist. I work at the Fletcher Ken Biology Institute in the United States and a visiting professor in the Department of Biology at Stanford University. I am here to help NGC (National Geography Channel) make a documentary. Do you need to know what we are shooting specifically, Mr. Terrorist?"

After Professor Buck finished speaking, the voice soon came from the intercom, but this time the person who spoke became polite.

"Sorry, Professor Buck, what you said in your camp proves that everything you said is true. It seems that we made a mistake in the target. This is a sad little mistake. Well, I can only say that all this is a misunderstanding. I'm sorry that I killed your person. So far, you can continue your shooting. Let me guess, is the subject you are going to shoot, is it a very powerful primitive man? A native of a tribe who can shoot, and he killed eight fools, and he also killed one of my best snipers. Do you want to shoot him? Such a guy should indeed be on TV, professor."

"Terrorist, you guessed it wrong."

"Professor, you really should have made feature films for that primitive man. Hi, primitive man, are you listening? You killed me a sniper, but I don't hate you. You are really amazing. Are you interested in joining us? Also, are you really primitive man?"

Gao Yang pressed the launch button, and after a moment of silence, he said coldly: "If you want to die more people, then come on."

"Well, I admit, my people will give up chasing you, I have to go find my real target, but some idiots from the Liberation Front will be happy to kill you, goodbye, primitive man, goodbye professor, hope you won't die in the hands of those idiots, and finally say, I'm sorry for this misunderstanding, I'm sorry for killing fourteen of you, and by the way, we are not terrorists. If you want your army to avenge the people who die, go find the Sudan People's Liberation Front."

"Damn it, make it clear. You killed fourteen people, but said that everything was just a misunderstanding. Fourteen people, you damn devil, what did you do?"

After Professor Buck finished speaking excitedly, no sound was made on the intercom to respond to him. Gao Yang looked back and found that there were a few pursuers behind him who were venting. After typing in his direction, he turned around and left quickly. It seemed that he was really out of the battle. The remaining seven or eight people were dancing and shouting, and still chased him.

At this time, Professor Buck's voice sounded again, "Gao, we are very safe now. You have to be careful. We will wait for you. Be careful, it's over."

Gao Yang smiled bitterly. The professor seemed to have no idea what it means to keep the communication channel clean, but at least he did not reveal too much information.

"I understand, I will find you. There is no need to stop contacting me, it's over."

After saying that, Gao Yang picked up the gun. Because he slowed down a little while talking, the pursuers behind him narrowed the distance with him again. At this time, there was only about 300 meters, but Gao Yang counted and there were only nine enemies left. Moreover, judging from the way of moving and his performance when shooting, these people performed quite amateurly.

The people who threatened the most had left, and Gao Yang was much more relaxed. Although he didn't know who these were, Gao Yang vaguely felt that the people who left should be mercenaries, and the people who were still pursuing him were obviously the so-called Sudan People's Liberation Front.

Thinking of the name of the Sudan Liberation Front, Gao Yang suddenly remembered something, and he wanted to ask clearly, but when he saw the enemy running quickly, he could only give up this plan for the time being. He had something to ask, and it would not be too late to ask when it was safe.
Chapter completed!