Strongest Guard

He had reason to believe that these America mercenaries who had finally made it to the northern border of China would definitely be qualified for this prize.    

Coming to China, where gun control was the most strict, causing them to lack the most proficient weapon.    

Staring at the sand and wind for a few hours, doing something that had nothing to do with the original plan of the mission, was this bad luck?    

If that's not it.    

Then, when they found the target, would it be sad if they were to be targeted by their own people and had their guns fired at them?    

The group of mercenaries found a safe haven with great difficulty before they spat out all the sand in their mouths. They didn't even have the time to take a deep breath before they were startled by the blood that fell from the sky.    

As they climbed up onto the Gobi, they saw a large truck speeding towards them.    

The man in the car fired.    

Unfortunately, when they scattered in search of cover, they were unable to find any cover.    

They were even more unlucky. When they couldn't find cover and subconsciously reached for their waist and calves to counterattack, they couldn't find anything.    

What was more unfortunate was that Lao Hei wasn't the only one who wanted to shout loudly. When Lao Hei wanted to calm him down, his mouth was filled with sand and dust.    

But they were lucky.    

Because Lao Hei's marksmanship was trash, he shot out a bullet. No one knew where he flew with the wind, perfectly avoiding all the live targets.    

They were even luckier when they thought the van would pass between them and escape. Lao Hei, who was in the car, lowered his head and used his hands to change the magazine, so he didn't notice how rough the road was and let half of the wheel ride on the low Gobi Desert.    

The entire ship flipped over.    

The sandstorm was still howling. All of the mercenaries who had their backs against the wind bent their bodies and stared at the overturned truck in a daze.    

The man who once mistook blood for rain was the first to react, howling as sand filled his mouth.    

Do you have no reason to throw sand into people's mouths while being leeward of the wind?    

The howls stopped abruptly, but the man did not stop. With a leap, he landed near the front of the truck. He minced the window with one foot and carried a handful of Military Thorn s in his hand. It was obvious that he was anxious to stab the fellow who was driving and shooting at them.    

"Bam!"    

A gunshot rang out at this moment.    

The Military Thorn in his hand was just a few centimeters away from Lao Hei's forehead. It tilted and the blade made a cut on Lao Hei's forehead. Who knew where it fell.    

The man was dead.    

Being so close to him and not getting shot in the head by Lao Hei was the real injustice.    

The red and white brain matter poured down onto Lao Hei's face.    

Lao Hei rubbed his eyes with all his might and reached out his other hand to push away the corpse that was blocking the door.    

However, before he could even use his full strength, he suddenly heard several howls.    

Many of the mercenaries who had lost their temper watched their comrades die without knowing why. They also lost their reason and raised the Military Thorn s in their hands up high, pouncing towards the front of the chariot, stabbing randomly.    

The sound of metal piercing through metal, the sound of fingers pulling the trigger, the sound of Lao Hei and a bunch of mercenaries shouting at the top of their lungs, and the sound of the howling wind and sand all mixed together.    

Who knew how much time had passed.    

The gunfire stopped first.    

Lao Hei's shouts stopped shortly after.    

Dead, wounded, not dead or injured, but clearly completely drained of strength, the mercenary fell from the front of the car and lay motionless in the sand.    

It was over.    

The battle that had taken place for no apparent reason had finally come to an end.    

It took the mercenary captain a while to recover some strength.    

Turning his head to look at his side, of his twelve man team, aside from himself, only one was still breathing normally.    

Seven people had died just now.    

Three people were injured from the bullets. As for the three people in the sandstorm, their blood flew into the air. In just a few moments, they had lost too much blood and were no longer alive.    

Such a fine mercenary troop, yet they were almost completely annihilated by a single gun.    

And that person was still Lao Hei.    

A guy who counted half of his own people.    

The leader of the mercenaries, only when he stabbed the Military Thorn in his hand into Lao Hei's head, who was panicking in search of the magazine, did he realize that he had killed each other.    

Very sad.    

But the truth had already happened, and no matter how sad it was, it was useless.    

Fortunately, they had completed their mission.    

As long as he could transport the satellite back, not only would he get the reward, he would also get a large amount of compensation and the reward from Lao Hei.    

With money, he would be able to find twenty or thirty men, let alone ten.    

"Viridescent Eagle, let's go. Let's take a look at the satellite."    

The mercenary captain only needed a few minutes to get rid of his fatigue and heartache. He only wanted to confirm that the things in the carriage were not their target.    

It should be.    

If it wasn't a satellite in the car, then why would Lao Hei drive a truck so fast?    

He crawled forward against the sand and wind, and the man called the Viridescent Eagle followed in the same motion.    

The distance from the front of the truck to the back of the truck was at most ten meters.    

In the past, it took less than a second for the nimble mercenaries to reach their destination before the storm began. Now, even after a century of running, they still hadn't reached the end of the trail.    

Sooner or later, though.    

It's just time, what a waste!    

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

The overturned truck was blown away by the strong wind. Countless grains of sand began to slowly move horizontally.    

At the moment when the two mercenaries were crawling forward, the entire body of the truck turned from a vertical to a horizontal.    

At the bottom of the car, the front side of the car was exposed to the wind and sand.    

This should be a good thing.    

After all, the two mercenaries that were crawling on the roof of the carriage didn't have to fight against the strong wind.    

However, this was not the case. Since the sand could move the truck horizontally, it was not difficult for it to flip the truck over.    

After the heavy box shook for a moment, the moment it came crashing down, the leader of the mercenaries burst out with an unprecedented momentum as he roared and threw his entire body out.    

'Dong! 'a loud sound was heard.    

The large truck was completed, and a dozen wheels faced the sky as they redeemed themselves.    

The captain of the mercenaries grabbed onto the door handle of the carriage, but it didn't get blown away by the strong wind and he was able to save himself.    

Only the mercenary, known as the "eagle", was pinned under the container, waiting for his God to save him.    

The whole army was gone.    

This small mercenary unit, which was said to be invincible in North America, was completely wiped out in such an aggrieved manner, leaving behind only the captain, the only commander in chief.    

But it didn't matter.    

He had lost ten people just now, but now he had eleven. It didn't look like a big difference.    

The leader didn't even have half a second to grieve before he tried his best to stabilize his body, opened the back door of the container and went in.    

Finally, the dust settled.    

No matter how big the sandstorm was, it would be blocked by the heavy metal plate of the container.    

The mercenary captain also revealed a sincere smile.    

Because he saw a huge wooden box wrapped in shockproof plastic foam.    

Inside the box was the target of his mission, the abandoned meteorological satellite of China.    

"It's a success! I'll finally — uh!"    

The cheers of the mercenary captain seemed to have been blocked by something. No, it was something that pierced the vocal cords and forced them to stop.    

He wanted to look back.    

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

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

Fortunately, a voice entered his ears, allowing him to close his eyes in satisfaction when he breathed his last.    

"My name is Jack, Mu Zili, and I'm Nanfang of Flying North Swallow."    

Hearing the killer's introduction, the mercenary captain closed his eyes.    

Just before he died, he used all his strength to lift his finger and point at the open cargo door behind him.    

"Do you want to be with your comrades?"    

Lee Nanfang asked seriously.    

It was a pity that the person was already dead. How could he give him an answer?    

"Alright, I'll satisfy you."    

The scimitar was pulled out from the mercenary captain's neck. Blood flew in the air.    

Lee Nanfang turned his body to the side so that not a drop of blood could leak out and be caught by the mercenary captain. Then, he threw the body outwards with all his might.    

Just as the body flew out of the cargo door, it was swept away by a strong gust of wind.    

The sandstorm around the Shule Ancient City seemed to know that it was about to reach the end of the day. Thus, he exerted all of his might to sweep away everything that could be swept away.    

The bodies of the mercenaries were blown away by the wind.    

Even the one that was crushed to death by the container was blown away by the wind, and was sent flying by the sand on the ground, before crashing into the bottom of the truck and spinning after his companion.    

When they were still alive, their team of twelve had moved together.    

After he died, they also went through the same wind burial ceremony.    

This was also a form of respect.    

No matter where they came from, or whether they had done anything heinous or not, they were all soldiers. Soldiers should be respected to a certain extent.    

"Hai, it's finally done."    

Inside the container, Lee Nanfang closed the door and finally had a chance to relax.    

He had said long ago that killing people was also a hard labor.    

Especially when it came to killing, it was necessary to suppress the irascible Black Dragon in the body so that it could remain calm at all times. That was even more exhausting.    

When he was observing the fight between the mercenary and Lao Hei, the Black Dragon kept roaring inside Lee Nanfang's body. If it wasn't for his strong willpower, he would have suppressed the Black Dragon's bloodthirsty impulses. Perhaps he too would have become one of the members who had pounced on the front of the train.    

Sitting in the crate, wiping the blood off the machete with the shock - absorbing plastic foam, he listened to the wind outside.    

Lee Nanfang suddenly became very interested in the item inside the wooden box.    

"This should be the abandoned weather satellite. "To be honest, I've never personally seen or touched a real satellite in my life."    

He mumbled to himself with great curiosity as he opened the box.    

This was a satellite.    

Can ordinary people see it?    

If he didn't take pictures while they were together, and when he went back to see his dear aunt, how would he be able to prove his prowess in front of Aunt Yue?    

Best to be able to engrave a line of "Lee Nanfang is here to visit" -- forget it, uncivilized tourism phenomenon do not want.    

There was no way Lee Nanfang could easily open the lid of the truck that was upside down.    

However, it was not difficult for Boss Lee to destroy a side. Destroying something was something that scum liked the most.    

It should be a satellite that no one can reach, once the plastic foam is removed and the wooden box partition is cut in half.    

Under the dim light of the carriage, Lee Nanfang reached his hand in excitedly, wanting to touch it first.    

I want to touch my little hands like that before I take off the bridal veil.    

But, how could there be any feeling of metal when he put his hand in?    

The whole box was empty.    

The satellite is gone!