Chapter 1

Myanmar, Dongge desert.

The setting sun fell into the sky and stained the whole desert with blood. Hot and dry wind swept the vast sand sea, instantly pulled up a huge sand pillar.

This is a famous forbidden area for life in Myanmar. The nearest villages are all hundreds of miles away. But at the moment, there are many people in this no man's land.

More than a dozen mercenaries dressed in sand camouflage hide in the wind and sand, all looking at one place.

There sat a young man with untidy hair. Around the young people, there were bodies scattered on the ground. The thick bloodstain dyed the surrounding desert dark brown.

For three days and three nights, they designed innumerable traps and expended innumerable energy to force the young man into the desert.

After a big war, all the young man's teammates died, and finally he was the only one left.

The price of this group of mercenaries is that there are only a dozen left in the 60 member international mercenary Corps.

You know, these people are elite soldiers selected from mercenary organizations all over the world! With a war damage ratio of more than 80%, no one could have imagined that this battle would be so fierce.

"Wang Yong, all your teammates are dead. What can you rely on! Let's get rid of it A mercenary yelled at the young man.

The young man named Wang Yong seemed not to hear him. He squinted at the setting sun in the distance and slowly felt for a cigarette from the corpse nearby.

He lit it up with a slap and took a deep breath. After the smoke ring slowly dissipated in the air, Wang Yongcai said faintly: "do you want to catch me? Just a few of you? "

Although the voice was full of fatigue, the scorn from it made the remaining mercenaries run away.

"Don't be ashamed to die! Give it to me

The mercenaries who had been fighting for a long time covered each other and launched the last round of offensive to kill Wang Yong in the vast desert.

But they just jumped up and suddenly heard a faint tsunami. The sound mingled with the desert wind and sand, forming a huge torrent, severely impacting the hearts of all mercenaries.

"What sound?" The mercenaries were stunned.

This is a desert. How can there be a tsunami?

And the next moment, they know the source of the sound.

It's from Wang Yong's body.

Just now, Wang Yong, who was still exhausted, seemed to be taking a stimulant, and his eyes were shining with bloody color.

I saw that he took several inch steps in a row, his body was hidden in the sand, and instantly killed the mercenary behind.

Fast, incomparable fast!

Brush brush brush, along with the four knife light, a pengpeng blood shot out. Wang Yong was like a gust of wind. Every time he passed a mercenary, the mercenary would cover his throat and fall to the ground in horror.

And their faces as like as two peas were all shocked and incredible.

They don't understand why Wang Yong still has such physical strength and inhuman speed after three days and three nights of hard fighting?

"How... How possible?" The commander of the provisional army, duchai, who is known as the "king of mercenaries in East Asia", was shocked to see this scene.

"Nothing is impossible. It's your turn." Wang Yong smiles, like a bloodthirsty murderer, points the dagger dripping with blood at dechai.

From Wang Yong's actions, dechai is acutely aware of the danger. Without even thinking about it, Duchamp hit the best.

In his twenty years as a mercenary, there were only three people who could force him to use this move, and all of them were famous figures. Before that, he would never have thought that the fourth person who forced him to use the killing move would be such a nobody.

Snake fried tail!

This is a must kill skill that dechai learned from the ancient Thai boxing. He uses his whole body's muscles and muscles to generate power, and his legs are full of explosive power. It's like a python exploding its tail. It can break a big tree in a single blow.

In the face of absolute power, any move is redundant!

Dechai looks at Wang Yong with a cruel look. Today, he can't let this boy leave the desert alive!

Pop!

A loud sound exploded in the air, and dechai's legs were hidden in the long sand, and suddenly came to Wang Yong's face. As long as it hits, Wang Yong's head will explode like a ripe watermelon.

"Go to hell!" Dechai yelled wildly.

It's just the voice that stops him.

Then there was the sound of a bone crack, click, click, continuous.

When the sound ended, ducai was shocked to find that his legs had disappeared, leaving only a pile of flesh and blood on the ground.

Wang Yong's right leg is slowly retracting.

Obviously, in the confrontation just now, the proud power of de Chai became a poor laughing stock.

"No! It's not true Duchamp's broken down.

Wang Yong didn't say anything. He just took a pity look at Desai. With a dagger in his hand, he ended his life.

Since then, the king of mercenaries has fallen.

The wind is stronger, the long yellow sand is surging like waves, gradually obliterating the bloody world.

Wang Yong took a look at the sky, suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

The yellow sand covered up Wang Yong's body in an instant and wiped away all traces

Tiantai City, a residential rental housing.

A man suddenly sat up from the bed, breathing heavily.

It's Wang Yong.

He dreamed about that scene again.

To be exact, it's not a dream, but a real scene.

In a 72 hour desperate battle, a 12 member unit killed 60 mercenary regiments, the highest single chopping record of the military. Perhaps these achievements sound brilliant enough for all forces at home and abroad to be ready for them. But it is still unable to cover up the problems behind it.

Wang Yong could not understand why a simple exercise plan would become a trap that had already been arranged. Why, at the end of the day, the responsibility for all this is on him.

In the end, he became the scapegoat, took the responsibility of command failure, and was forced to retire early.

Taking off his coat soaked in cold sweat, Wang Yong wiped his body casually.

Kneading his swollen head, Wang Yong said angrily, "Damn it, you'll settle down when you come. Why do you want so much? It's natural. It's not natural. Sooner or later, I will find out the truth and give a confession to the dead brothers! As for now, think more about how to find a job. "

It's almost two months since he retired. What makes him ashamed is that as the king of the army, he has not been able to find a job until now.

Throwing his coat on the bed, Wang Yong, who was only wearing a pair of square pants, picked up his mobile phone and was ready to search for the latest recruitment information.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and then a soft and sweet voice came to Wang Yong's ears.

"Brother Wang, I almost forgot to tell you something! 100000 points is important! "

A beautiful woman with short hair and ears appeared at the door.

Delicate face, concave and convex body, with a pair of talking eyes, people are intoxicated at first sight.

She is Wang Yong's roommate. Her name is Enron. Tiantai City, a district police station of a police flower.

"Enron, what's the matter?" Wang Yong answered and raised his head.

And the moment I looked up, I was attracted by Enron's clothes, and I couldn't move my eyes any more.