Chapter 1667

If you choose the world's saddest mercenary award.

It is reasonable to believe that these mercenaries from the United States, who have come to the northern border of China with difficulty, will surely be shortlisted for this award.

When they come to China, where the control of firearms is the most strict, they lack 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.

Is it really sad to be shot with a gun by one's own people when they find the target?

The mercenaries managed to find a safe haven before spitting out the sand in their mouths. Before they could take a deep breath, they were startled by the blood coming from the sky.

When they climbed up the Gobi, they saw a big truck coming from afar.

The people in the car shot.

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

Unfortunately, when they couldn't find a shelter and subconsciously touched their waist and legs to fight back, they didn't touch anything.

What's more unfortunate is that they want to speak more than Lao Hei. When they want to keep calm, their mouths are filled with dust.

But they are also very lucky.

Because Lao Hei's shooting method was quite rubbish. When he fired a single bullet, he didn't know where he was flying with the wind and avoided all the live targets perfectly.

They were even luckier when they thought the truck would fly through them and run away. In the car, Lao Hei, who drives with his head down and changes his ammunition clip in both hands, didn't notice the ruggedness of the road, so that half of the wheels on the front of the car ride on the low Gobi.

The whole truck rolled over.

The sand was still blowing, and all the mercenaries arched up with the wind on their back, staring at the overturned truck with silly eyes.

The voice of the man who mistakenly used blood as rain, the sound of metal piercing, the sound of fingers pulling the trigger, the sound of Lao hei and a group of mercenaries shouting and shouting, and the sound of wind and sand whistling, are all interwoven.

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

The shooting stopped first.

The old black's call was interrupted.

The dead, injured, uninjured mercenary, who was apparently completely detached, fell from the front of the car and lay motionless in the sand.

It's over.

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

The Mercenary Captain took a long time to recover his strength.

Turning to look around, his 12 man team, in addition to himself, only one can breathe normally.

Seven people just died.

There were three people who were injured by bullets, and the blood of these three people was flying all over the sky in the sand. Just for a moment, they died because they lost too much blood.

What a good team of mercenaries! They were almost wiped out by one man and one gun.

And that man is old black.

A guy who's half of himself.

The captain of the mercenary didn't realize that the scene just happened belonged to fratricidal until he stabbed his army into the door of the old black brain who was looking for the magazine in panic.

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 lot of compensation and Lao Hei's share of the benefit.

After having money, he can find 20 or 30 employees, not to mention 10 employees.

"Goshawk, let's go and have a look at the satellite with me."

It took the Mercenary Captain only a few minutes to forget his tiredness and heartache, just to make sure that what was in the van was their target.

It should be.

If the car is not a satellite, why does Lao Hei drive a large truck at a high speed.

He climbed forward against the wind and sand, and the team member called goshawk followed him with the same movement.

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

In the past, these vigorous mercenaries could leap a long distance in less than a second when they were running fast. At this time, they were crawling against the wind. It took them a century and they didn't climb to the end.

But sooner or later, you can climb over it.

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 waste his time with him.

The overturned truck was blown by the strong wind and pounded by countless grains of sand, and even began to move horizontally slowly.

As the two mercenaries crawled forward, the body of the whole truck changed from longitudinal to transverse.

The front of the bottom of the car is under the wind and sand.

That should be a good thing.

After all, the two mercenaries crawling in the direction of the roof don't have to face the strong wind.

But this is not the case. The wind and sand can move the truck sideways, and it is not difficult to roll the truck again.

After shaking for a moment, when the heavy cargo box came down, the Mercenary Captain burst out with unprecedented momentum and threw his whole body out with a roar.

"Dong".

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

The Mercenary Captain, holding on to the door handle at the back of the carriage, didn't get blown away by the strong wind, and completed his self salvation.

Only the mercenary called "goshawk" was pressed under the cargo box, waiting for his God to redeem him.

The whole army is gone.

This small mercenary unit, which is known as "invincible" in North America, was completely destroyed in a rather subdued way, leaving only the bare commander, the captain.

But it doesn't matter.

Ten people were lost just now, and now it's eleven. It doesn't seem to make much difference.

The captain didn't even have half a second to mourn, so he tried to fix himself, opened the back door of the container and got in.

Finally, the dust settled.

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

The Mercenary Captain also had a sincere smile on his face.

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

Inside the box is his mission target, the abandoned weather satellite of Huaxia.

"It's a success. I'll - er!"

The cheering of the Mercenary Captain seemed to be blocked by something. No, something penetrated the vocal cord and forced to stop.

He wanted to look back.

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

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

Fortunately, there was a voice in his ear, which made him close his eyes contentedly when he was breathing.

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

Hearing the killer's self introduction, the Mercenary Captain closed his eyes.

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

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

Li Nanfang asked seriously.

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

"Well, I'll satisfy you."

The machete that ran through the Mercenary Captain's neck was quickly drawn out, and blood was flying in the air.

Li Nanfang pulls the corpse in front of him sideways so that the blood is caught by the mercenary leader's body, and then throws it out.

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

The wind and sand near the ancient city of Shule seems to know that it is coming to the end of the day. So more heartily exert all the power, all the things can be swept away.

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

Even the one who was crushed to death by the freight box was blown away with the truck. Then, with the dust on the ground, he flew up, hit the bottom of the car and followed his companion.

When they were alive, they worked together as a team of twelve.

After he died, he accepted the same funeral ceremony.

This is also a kind of respect.

No matter where they come from, no matter what they do or not, they used to be soldiers, so they should be respected.

"Well, it's done."

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

It has long been said that killing is also a hard work.

Especially when you kill people, you have to suppress the irascible black dragon in your body to keep calm all the time, which makes you more tired.

Just now, when he was watching the mercenary fight with Lao Hei in the dark, Li NanFang's black dragon kept roaring. If it wasn't for his strong willpower, he would have crushed the black dragon's bloodthirsty impulse. Maybe, at that time, he would become one of the members who rushed to the front of the car.

Sitting in the container, wiping the blood on the scimitar with the shock absorbing plastic foam, listening to the wind outside.

Li Nanfang suddenly had a strong interest in the things in the wooden box.

"It should be the abandoned meteorological satellite. To tell you the truth, I've never seen or touched a real satellite with my own eyes

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

This is a satellite.

Can ordinary people see it anywhere.

If you don't take a group photo now and wait to see your aunt, there's no evidence that Aunt Yue is swaggering in front of you.

It's better to carve a line of "Li NanFang's visit here" on it - forget it, uncivilized tourism is a terrible phenomenon.

There is no way for Li Nanfang to open the lid of the truck with its bottom facing up to the sky.

But it's not difficult for boss Li to destroy one side. Scum likes it most.

If we cut off the plastic foam and split the wooden box partition, it should be a satellite that no one can touch.

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

Just like touching your little hand before you lift the bridal veil.

However, this hand into, what metal feeling.

The whole box is empty.

The satellite is gone!