Chapter 1652

If you choose the world's saddest mercenary award.

There is reason to believe that this group of mercenaries from the United States, who came to the northern frontier of China, will definitely be shortlisted for this award.

Come to Huaxia, which has the most strict control of firearms, which leads to their lack of the best weapons.

Is it bad luck to stare at the sandstorm for several hours and do things that have nothing to do with the original plan?

If that doesn't count.

So, it's really sad to be gunned down by one's own people when they find a target to receive them?

The group of mercenaries finally found a safe haven and spit out the sand in their mouths. Before taking a deep breath, they were frightened by the blood from the sky.

When they climbed up the Gobi, they saw a large truck coming at a high speed.

The people in the car shot.

Unfortunately, they couldn't find any shelter when they scattered around looking for shelter.

Unfortunately, they couldn't find a shelter. When they subconsciously touched their waists and calves to fight back, they didn't touch anything.

What's more, when they want to speak louder than Laohei, and let him keep calm, his mouth was filled with dust.

But they are also very lucky.

Because Laohei's shooting method is quite rubbish. After a round of bullets, he doesn't know where he goes with the wind. He avoids all the live targets perfectly.

They were even luckier when they thought the truck would fly past them and run away. In the car, Laohei, who was driving with two hands to change cartridge clips, did not notice the ruggedness of the road, so that half of the wheel of the car mounted on the low Gobi.

The whole cargo rolled over.

The sand was still blowing, and all the mercenaries arched up against the wind, staring at the rollover truck with some silly eyes.

The voice of the man who had mistakenly used blood for rain, such as the sound of metal piercing through the metal, the sound of pulling the trigger with his fingers, the voice of old black and a group of mercenaries shouting and shouting, and the sound of wind and sand howling.

I don't know how long it's been.

The gunfire stopped first.

Laohei's voice then stopped.

Dead, wounded, not dead or injured, but apparently completely demoralized, the mercenaries fell from the front of the car and lay motionless in the sand.

It's over.

The battle, which had no idea why, was finally over.

The Mercenary Captain took a long time to recover.

Turning to look around, his team of 12, in addition to his own, there is only one who can breathe normally.

Seven people died directly just now.

Three people were wounded by bullet penetration, and the three people were in the wind and sand, and their blood was flying all over the sky with the wind. Only a moment later, they died of blood loss.

What a fine troop of mercenaries, they were almost wiped out by one man and one gun.

And that man is still old black.

A guy who's half his own.

The captain of the mercenary did not realize that the scene just happened was a fratricidal act until he stabbed his spear into the old blackhead, who was panicked to find the magazine.

It's sad.

But the fact has happened, no matter how sad it is.

Fortunately, they finished the task.

As long as the satellite is transported back, he can not only get the reward he deserves, but also get a large amount of compensation and old black's share of the benefit fee.

When he had money, he could find twenty or thirty of his men, not to mention ten.

"Goshawk, go, go with me to see the satellite."

In a few minutes, the captain of the mercenary left his tiredness and heartache behind, just to make sure that what was in the van was their target.

It should be.

If there is no satellite in the carriage, why does Laohei drive a large truck at full speed.

He climbed forward against the wind and sand, and the member called the goshawk followed in the same way.

The distance from the front to the rear of the truck is at most 10 meters.

In the past, they were vigorous mercenaries who could leap a distance in less than a second in a fast run. At this time, they crawled forward against the wind, and felt that it had taken a century to climb to the end.

But sooner or later, you can climb over.

It's just time. It's a waste of time!

The Mercenary Captain wanted to say he could afford it, but God didn't want to spend time with him.

The rollover truck was driven by the strong wind, countless sand grains beat, even slowly began to move horizontally.

At this point when the two mercenaries crawled forward, the whole truck body changed from longitudinal to transverse.

The front of the bottom of the car was exposed to wind and sand.

This should be a good thing.

After all, the two mercenaries crawling on the roof don't have to face the strong wind.But it's not the case. It's hard for a truck to roll when the sand blows.

After the heavy container was shaken for a moment, and the moment it came down on his face, the Mercenary Captain burst into unprecedented momentum and roared and threw his whole body out.

"Dong".

The truck has completed the self salvation of more than ten wheels.

The Mercenary Captain, clinging to the door handle at the end of the carriage, is not blown away by the strong wind, and has completed his self salvation.

Only the mercenary named "goshawk" was pressed under the container, waiting for his God to redeem him.

The whole army is wiped out.

This unit of mercenaries, which is known as invincible in North America, was completely destroyed in a rather subdued manner, leaving only the bare commander of the captain.

But it doesn't matter.

Ten people were lost just now, and now it's eleven. It doesn't seem that much different.

The captain did not even mourn for half a second, so he tried to hold his body, opened the back door of the container, and crept into it.

Finally the dust settled.

No matter how big the sand is, it will be blocked by the heavy iron plate of the container.

There was also a sincere smile on the captain's face.

because he saw a huge wooden case wrapped in a shockproof plastic foam.

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

"Yes, I'll -- ER!"

The cheers of the Mercenary Captain seemed to be blocked by something. No, it was something that penetrated the vocal cords and was forced to stop.

He wanted to look back.

He realized that his throat was running through, and he just wanted to look back and see who killed him.

But I didn't have the strength to twist my neck.

Fortunately, there was a voice in his ear that allowed him to close his eyes with satisfaction when he breathed.

"My name is Li Nanfang, Muzi Li. Beiyan flies to the south of the south."

On hearing the murderer's self introduction, the Mercenary Captain closed his eyes.

Just at the last moment before he died, he raised his finger with all his strength to the open container door behind him.

"Do you want to be with your comrades in arms?"

Li Nanfang asked earnestly.

It's a pity that the man is dead. How can you give him an answer.

"Well, I'll satisfy you."

The machete that ran through the captain's neck quickly drew out, and blood was flying in the air.

Li Nanfang pulled the corpse in front of him sideways, and let those blood be caught by the Mercenary Captain's body, and then threw it out.

As soon as the body flew out of the container door, it was swept away by a strong wind.

The sandstorm near Shule ancient city seems to know that it is coming to the end of the day. Therefore, he exerted all his power to the utmost, and swept away all the things that could be swept away.

The corpses of mercenaries around the van, gone with the wind.

Even the one who was crushed to death by the freight car was blown and moved horizontally. After that, it flew up with the dust on the ground, hit the bottom of the car and made a spin to follow his companion.

When they were alive, they were a small group of twelve.

After death, they also accepted the same funeral ceremony.

This is a kind of respect.

No matter where they come from, whether they have done something harmful to nature or not, they have been soldiers, and they should be respected.

"Well, it's done."

Li Nan was in the container. After closing the door, he finally had a chance to relax.

As has been said, killing people is also a hard work.

Especially when killing people, they should suppress the black dragon in their bodies and keep calm all the time, which will make them more tired.

The black dragon's will to kill himself was not suppressed by the black dragon. Maybe, at that time, he would become one of the members who jumped to the front of the car.

sits in the container and uses the shock absorbing plastic foam to wipe the blood on the scimitar and listens to the wind outside.

Li Nanfang suddenly became interested in the contents of the wooden box.

"It should be abandoned weather satellites. To tell you the truth, I've never seen or touched a real satellite before. "

He said to himself, with incomparable curiosity, to open the box.

This is a satellite.

Can ordinary people see it casually.

If you don't take a picture of yourself now and see your sister-in-law when you go back, there's no evidence that Aunt Yue will show off in front of her.

It's better to carve a line of "Li Nanfang is here for a visit" -- forget it, uncivilized tourism is terrible.The truck with its bottom facing upward can't make Li Nan open the box easily.

However, it is not difficult for boss Li to destroy one side. Scum likes to destroy something.

planing plastic foam and splitting wooden box clapboard should be a satellite that no one can touch.

Under the dim light in the carriage, Li Nanfang reached in excitedly and wanted to touch it first.

I want to touch my little hand before opening the bridal veil.

However, once you put your hand into it, there is no sense of metal.

The whole box is empty.

The satellite is missing!

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