Burma, Donggo Desert.

The remnant sun fell into the sky, drenching the entire desert in a bloody color. The hot wind swept across the vast sea of sand, instantly raising a huge pillar of sand.

This is a well-known forbidden area in Myanmar, and the nearest villages are hundreds of miles away. And at this moment, this no-man's land is crowded with people.

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

There sat a young man with messy hair. Beside the young man, there were corpses scattered all over the place. Heavy blood stains stained the surrounding desert a dark brown.

For three days and three nights, three days and three nights, they devised countless traps and spent countless energy to force this young man into the desert.

After a big fight, all the young man's teammates were killed, and he was finally the only one left.

And the price paid by this group of mercenaries is that the international mercenary group of sixty people is now only a dozen or so.

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

"Wang Yong, your teammates are all dead, what do you have to rely on!

The young man named Wang Yong squinted his eyes and looked at the slanting sun in the distance, and slowly took out a cigarette from the corpse next to him.

snapped and lit it, took a deep breath, and waited for the smoke ring to slowly dissipate in the air, Wang Yong said lightly: "Just catch it?"

Although the voice was full of exhaustion, the contempt that came from it instantly made the remaining mercenaries go berserk.

"Don't be ashamed, look for death!

The battle-hardened mercenaries covered each other and launched a final offensive to kill Wang Yong in this vast desert.

It's just that they have just jumped up, and suddenly there is a faint tsunami sound in their ears. The sound was mixed with the desert wind and sand, forming a huge torrent, which violently hit the hearts of all the mercenaries.

"What's the sound?" the mercenaries froze.

It's a desert, so how can there be a tsunami?

And the next moment, they knew where the sound was coming from.

It turned out to be from Wang Yong's body.

Wang Yong, who was still exhausted, was like taking a stimulant at this moment, and a bloody light shot out of his eyes, and he jumped up.

I saw that he took a few inches in a row, his figure was hidden in the wind and sand of the march, and he instantly killed the mercenary's side and rear.

Fast, unbeatably fast!

Brush brush, with the light of the knife in all directions, a puff of blood shot out. Wang Yong was like a gust of wind, every time he blew past a mercenary, the mercenary would cover his throat with his hand and fall to the ground in shock.

And their expressions after death were exactly the same, all full of shock and disbelief.

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

"How...... How is it possible?" Dechai, the temporary commander of the corps and known as the "King of East Asian Mercenaries", couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this scene.

"Nothing is impossible, it's your turn. Wang Yong smiled slightly, like a bloodthirsty killing god, and pointed the dagger dripping with blood at Dechai.

From Wang Yong's actions, Dechai keenly sensed the danger. Without even thinking about it, Dechai used the strongest blow.

After twenty years of mercenary career, there are only three people who can force him to use this trick, and those three people are all well-known figures. And before that, he would never have thought that the fourth person who forced him to use a killing move would be such a nobody.

Snake Fried Tail!

This is a nirvana that Dechai learned from the ancient Muay Thai, using the muscles and muscles of the whole body to exert force, and the legs thrown out are full of explosive power. It's like a giant python blowing up its tail, and it can tear off a big tree in one fell swoop.

In the face of absolute power, any trick is superfluous!

Dechai looked at Wang Yong with a sinister gaze, he must not let this kid leave the desert alive today!

Syllable!

A loud sound exploded in the air, and Dechai's legs were hidden in the long wind and sand, and suddenly reached Wang Yong's face. As long as this draw hits, Wang Yong's head will burst open like a ripe watermelon.

"Die!" Dechai shouted frantically.

It was only before the words fell, and his wide open mouth froze.

Then there was the sound of bones cracking, clack, clack, and on.

When the sound ended, Dechai was shocked to find that his legs were gone, and all that was left was a pile of flesh and blood on the ground.

And Wang Yong's right leg is slowly retracting.

Obviously, in the hard confrontation just now, Dechai's proud power has become a pitiful laughing stock.

"No! it's not true!" Dechai broke down.

Wang Yong didn't say anything, just glanced at Dechai with pity, and with a movement of the dagger in his hand, his life ended.

The king of mercenaries has since fallen.

The wind was stronger, and the yellow sand surged like waves, gradually engulfing the blood-colored world.

Wang Yong glanced at the sky, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

The yellow sand rolled up, covering Wang Yong's body in an instant, erasing all traces......

In a rental house in a community in Tiantai City.

A man sat up abruptly from the bed, snorting and panting.

It's Wang Yong.

He dreamed of that scene again.

To be precise, it is not a dream, but a real scene that is vividly in the purpose.

In 72 hours of desperate combat, a 12-person detachment killed a 60-member mercenary group, the highest record for a single person in the military. Perhaps these achievements sound brilliant, brilliant enough to make all the powers at home and abroad look forward to it. But it is still not possible to hide the problems behind it.

Wang Yong never understood why a simple exercise plan would turn into a booby trap that had already been arranged. Why, in the end, the blame for all this was put on his head.

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

Taking off his shirt soaked with cold sweat, Wang Yong wiped his body indiscriminately.

Rubbing his swollen head, Wang Yong said angrily: "Damn, if you come here, you will be safe, why do you want to do so much? Sooner or later, one day I will find out the truth and give an account to my dead brothers! ”

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

Throwing his shirt on the bed, Wang Yong, who was wearing only a boxer pants, touched his mobile phone, ready to search for the latest recruitment information.

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

"Brother Wang, I almost forgot to tell you something! 100,000 is important!"

A beautiful woman with short ear-length hair appeared in the doorway.

The delicate face, the bumpy figure, and a pair of talking eyes make people fascinated at first sight.

She is Wang Yong's roommate, called An Ran. A police flower at a police station in a district of Tiantai City.

"An Ran, what's the matter?" Wang Yong replied and raised his head.

And the moment he looked up, he was attracted by Enron's dress, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

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