and that faint fragrance further confirmed his guess.Ye Fan stared at a dark corner, his back gradually arching. Now he could be sure that the shadow was hiding there!Ye Fan had already lost his pati...If awarding the "World's Most Unluckiest Mercenary" award.

There is reason to believe that this group of American mercenary soldiers who have finally made it to the northern border of China, must be in line for this award.

Coming to Xia (華夏), which has the strictest gun control, they are deprived of their most advantageous weapons. That's bad enough.

Having walked for several hours, staring at the sand and wind, doing things completely unrelated to the original mission plan... is that considered bad luck

If that's not enough.

Then, when discovering the target and being mistaken for an enemy by your own people, being shot at, wouldn't that be truly pathetic

This group of mercenaries had just found shelter and spat out the sand in their mouths. They hadn't even had time to take a deep breath when they were startled by blood raining down from the sky.

As they climbed the desert, they saw a large truck speeding towards them from afar.

The people in the car opened fire.

They were very unfortunate, scattering in search of cover, but found none.

They were even worse off, unable to find cover. Their subconscious reached for their waists and calves, preparing to fight back, but they found nothing there.

To make matters worse, wanting to speak up against Lao Hei and make him calm down, he ended up with a mouthful of sand.

But they were also very lucky.

Because Lao Hei's marksmanship was terrible, when he fired a whole clip of bullets, they all flew in different directions, perfectly avoiding all the live targets.

They were luckier than they knew, as they thought the truck would whiz past them and leave them in the dust. Lao Hei, who was hunched over behind the wheel with his hands frantically reloading his magazine, didn't notice the uneven terrain. This caused half of the truck's front end to get stuck on a low-lying desert ridge.

The entire truck overturned with a deafening crash.

The wind and sand were still howling, all the mercenaries straightened their backs against the wind, staring at the overturned truck with dumbfounded expressions.

And the one who once mistook blood for rainwater was the first to react, howling — sand had filled his mouth.

You're actually shoving sand into people's mouths while carrying the wind on your back. Is there any justice left in the world

The howling abruptly ceased, but the man's work wasn't slackened in the slightest. With a leap on the wind, he landed right on top of the truck's hood. He smashed the windshield with his foot and held a military dagger in his hand, clearly bloodshot-eyed, ready to kill the driver who had dared to shoot at them.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out at that moment.

This man's military dagger was just inches from Lao Hei's forehead. It slanted down, carving a gash across Lao Hei's brow. The blade fell somewhere, unknown to all.

That person died.

To be so close yet still unable to have one's head blown off by Lao He in a single shot is truly an injustice.

The red and white brain matter cascaded down, smearing all over Lao Hei's face.

Lao Hei desperately rubbed his eyes, with the other hand reaching out to push away the butt that was wedged against the car door.

But before he could really put his strength into it, several howls suddenly came from his ears.

A multitude of mercenaries, worn down by the wind and sand, watched in horror as their comrades who had fought side-by-side for years met such an unexplained end. They too lost their reason, raising their daggers indiscriminately and charging at the vehicle's front, lashing out with wild abandon.

The sound of metal piercing metal, fingers pulling a trigger, Lao Hei and the mercenaries screaming hoarsely, and the howling wind all blended together.

I don't know how long ago it was.

The gunfire ceased first.

Lao Hei's shout was suddenly cut off.

Dead, wounded, or unharmed but clearly exhausted mercenaries tumbled from the front of the vehicle and lay amongst the dust and sand.

It's over.

The completely inexplicable slaughter finally came to an end.

The mercenary captain took a while to finally recover some of his strength.

Turning his head to look at his 12-man squad, he saw that besides himself, only one other man could breathe normally.

Seven people died directly just now.

Three people were shot through, and in the sandstorm, their blood flowed and danced with the wind. In just a few moments, they would die from excessive blood loss.

What a formidable mercenary force, almost completely wiped out by a single man with a gun.

And that person turned out to be Lao Hei again.

A half-blooded friend.

The mercenary captain didn't realize until he plunged his military dagger into Old Hei's forehead, who was frantically searching for a magazine, that what had just transpired was fratricide.

It's sad.

But the fact has already happened, it's useless to be sad about it now.

Thankfully, they completed the mission.

If he just gets the satellite back, he'll not only get his due reward but also a hefty sum of compensation and Lao Hei's share of the good fortune.

After having money, not to mention ten subordinates, twenty or thirty he could find.

"Falcon, come on, let's go take a look at the satellite."

The mercenary captain took only a few minutes to cast off the weariness and heartache, wanting only to confirm if the goods in the truck were their target.

It should be so.

If it weren't for the satellite in the carriage, how could Old Hei be driving a big truck at high speed

He crawled forward, braving the wind and sand, the team member known as Falcon following close behind with the same diligence.

The length of a large truck, from the front to the rear, is at most ten meters.

Formerly, these agile mercenaries could leap distances in the blink of an eye while sprinting. Now, as they crawled against the wind, each movement felt like a century had passed before they reached their destination.

But it's climbable eventually.

It's just time, it takes a long time —— You damn it!

The mercenary captain wanted to say he could afford to waste time, but God didn't want to idle with him.

The overloaded truck overturned, buffeted by the strong wind. Countless sand grains pounded against it, and it slowly began to move sideways against its will.

As the two mercenaries crept forward, the truck’s body contorted from a vertical to a horizontal position.

The underside of the car was directly exposed to wind and sand.

This should be a good thing, right

After all, the two mercenaries crawling on the rooftop no longer had to face the strong wind head-on.

But that's not all. Wind can easily push large trucks sideways, and if it keeps blowing, rolling the truck over wouldn't be difficult either.

The heavy crate shuddered for a moment before crashing down, engulfing the mercenary captain in darkness. In that instant, an unprecedented fury surged through him as he roared and hurled himself out of the wreckage.

With a thud.

The big trucks were finished, a dozen cars facing the sky in their own redemption.

The mercenary captain, gripping the handrail at the back of the carriage, was not blown away by the strong wind and had completed his redemption.

Only the mercenary known as "The Harbinger" lay unconscious beneath a crate, awaiting salvation from his God.

The entire army was wiped out.

This elite mercenary squad, known for its invincibility in North America, was wiped out in a humiliating defeat, leaving only their captain standing alone.

But, it doesn't matter.

Just lost ten people, now there's eleven. It doesn't seem like much of a difference.

The captain didn't even have a half-second of sad mourning, he strained to secure his body, yanked open the back door of the cargo box and jumped in with a grunt.

Finally, the dust has settled.

Even the strongest winds and sandstorms would be blocked by the heavy cargo container plates.

The mercenary captain's face also broke into a genuine smile.

Because he saw a huge wooden crate wrapped in shock-absorbing plastic foam.

Inside the container, lay his mission objective for this trip: a discarded meteorological satellite from China.

"Success! I finally—" ugh!"

The mercenary captain's cheer, as if something had blocked it, no, pierced his vocal cords and forced it to stop.

He wanted to look back.

He realized his throat had been pierced and just wanted to look back to see who had killed him.

But he didn't even have the strength to turn his neck.

Fortunately, a voice reached his ear, allowing him to close his eyes with contentment as he drew his last breath.

"My name is Li Nanfang, Muzi Li, from Beiyuan flying south to the south."

The mercenary captain closed his eyes at the murderer's self-introduction.

At the very last moment before his death, he mustered all his strength to raise a finger and point at the open cargo door behind him.

“Do you want to be with your comrades”

Li Nanfang asked seriously.

It's a pity that the person has already passed away, how could he possibly receive an answer now.

"Okay, I satisfy you."

The curved blade piercing the mercenary captain's neck was swiftly withdrawn, blood dancing in the air.

Li Nanfang pulled the blood from his front side, letting every drop be caught by the mercenary captain's body, and then threw it outwards with force.

The moment it leaped out of the shipping crate, a fierce gust of wind swept it away.

The wind and sand near the ruins of Shule City, as if aware that it was nearing its end, unleashed its full force. It swept away everything in its path with unrestrained abandon.

The mercenaries around the truck crouched down and disappeared into the wind.

Even the one who had been knocked unconscious by the container, followed along after the truck was blown sideways. As the dust on the ground rose, he bumped against the underside of the truck and spun as he chased after his companions.

When they were alive, this squad of twelve worked together.

After death, they also undergo the same wind burial ceremony.

This could also be considered a form of respect.

Regardless of where they come from, or whether they have done good or bad things, they were once soldiers, and soldiers deserve a certain amount of respect.

"Well, that's finally done."

Li Nanfang was in the cargo box. After closing the cargo door, he finally had a chance to relax.

As I said a long time ago, killing is also a hard job.

Especially when killing, one must subdue the raging black dragon within and maintain composure at all times. That is even more draining.

Just now, while observing the carnage between the mercenaries and Lao Hei in the darkness, Li Nanshan’s inner black dragon roared incessantly. If not for his strong willpower, suppressing the bloodthirsty frenzy of the black dragon, perhaps he would have become one of those who pounced on the vehicle at that time.

Sitting in the crate, wiping the blood off the curved blade with those shock-absorbing foam pads, I listened to the wind howling outside.

Li Nanfang suddenly developed a strong interest in the contents of that wooden box.

"This must be the abandoned weather satellite, huh To be honest, it's so big, I've never actually seen or touched a real satellite before."

He muttered to himself, driven by an insatiable curiosity, and proceeded to pry open the mysterious chest.

This is a satellite.

Is this something that the average person can just see

If we don't take a picture together now, when we go back and see our dear aunt, how can we prove that Aunt Yue was showing off in front of us

It's best to have a line inscribed on top that says "Li Nanfang visited here" -- forget it, uncivilized tourism is unacceptable.

The truck was upside down, making it impossible for Li Nanfang to easily open the cargo box.

But destroying a side is nothing to Li Boss, he's the kind of person who enjoys causing chaos.

Cutting open the plastic foam and splitting the wooden crate dividers, what should be revealed is an untouchable satellite.

Under the dim lights in the carriage, Li Nanfang eagerly reached in with his hand, wanting to feel it first.

Just like I want to touch her hand before unveiling the bride's veil.

But when I reached in, there was no metallic feel at all.

The whole box is empty.

The satellite is gone!

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