Jessica has recruited a group of the world's top mercenaries on the black market in the past two years, thus forming a powerful armed squad that only obeys the orders of the ZXC team. Call it small, because this unit has only about 20 people. It's said to be powerful, and that's because the members inside are all old battlefield fritters who crawled out of the pile of dead people. In their eyes, they earn every day they live, and other people's lives are sometimes not much more important than a cigarette in their hands. Of course, cigarettes, fine wine, and beautiful women can only be enjoyed after they have perfectly fulfilled the tasks assigned by their employers. So in a sense, they are absolutely loyal, which is what Jessica values the most. Commanding the team and directly connecting with Jessica is a black veteran named Robert, nicknamed 'Killer King'. I heard that this nickname comes from the fact that in a small-scale airborne operation behind enemy lines, when all his teammates were wiped out, he single-handedly killed the opponent's headquarters, and finally enjoyed a huge bounty. However, not everyone recognizes the golden signboard. Just like all teams have one or two, the prickly head in this team who doesn't obey Robert is called Jimmy. Objectively speaking, if it weren't for his strange temper, Jimmy's marksmanship and field control ability in 100 steps, this captain really wouldn't have to be anyone. But for the sake of money, Jimmy, in addition to being a little loose at times, can still make Robert passable in terms of face.

And Jessica also planted a lot of eyeliner in Shata Country. After a period of information collection, it was finally found out that the rebels of the year were a total of 9 people, including the current king of Shata Country. Except for this king, who was a cousin of the old king Gipdo II, no one else was of royal blood. They were just some ministers who had been bought off after the empire had provided him with a lot of money to support him. The attack came at the time when their new government team was collectively participating in the annual horse race, so as to catch them all. After two years, perhaps they feel that their opponents are no longer a threat to them, so their security measures are not as tight as before.

Jessica split the team in two, half led by Robert to the Club's VIP room. The other half, under Jessica's personal command, rushed to the desert prison where the old king's family of three was held in two jeeps. Mike came with him unsurprisingly, but Seth, who has always been unable to stay at home, was unexpectedly active with the team this time. The reason for this is only him and Jessica, but they know each other. Count Kidd, on the other hand, has been advising King Is, and he can't leave. This time, Yu obediently stayed in the base camp, waiting for everyone to return triumphantly and tell the wonderful adventure story during the period.

Since the horse was tamed by humans, the horse species has occupied a pivotal position in the development of human society. Especially in the eyes of the aristocracy, having a peerless horse is a symbol of nobility. And this tradition has been preserved among the nobility of Shata to this day. This is one of the important reasons why horse racing has been able to endure in this desert for a long time. (You must know that raising horses in the desert is an extremely expensive project, and the maintenance cost of a good horse is definitely worth the cost of several supercars combined) The crowd of people who came to see the horse races this year is still as large as ever, and the entire oval horse farm stands are packed with spectators from all directions. Nine big men who hold the military and political power of Shata Country are arguing fiercely over whose horse will run first in a luxurious VIP room. Since the Jockey Club is a place where several of them often communicate secretly, the entrance of this VIP room is specially separated from a special compartment for personal bodyguards to stand guard. The innermost part is an absolutely soundproof private space that only the nine of them can enter and exit at will.

Robert's team hijacked a minibus that was about to transport the Jockey Club cleaning staff into the racecourse, changed into the other party's clothes and smoothly blended into the racecourse. After infiltrating, the two men went to the garage to confirm that the 9 targets' cars were all there, and Jimmy, who had gone to find the best sniper spot, also arrived at the corresponding position. At this time, Robert, who had changed into a waiter's clothes, pushed a small cart for delivering fruit plates and came to the door of the VIP private room unhurriedly. Two tall, stout men in sunglasses stood guard in front of the door and motioned for the waiter to lift the silver lid fastened to the plate. Robert smiled and politely lifted the lid with his white-gloved right hand. The moment the lid was lifted, a semi-automatic silent firing device with a lid attached to it was activated. A tranquilizer bullet hit the neck of a man in sunglasses next to him impartially. The other man in sunglasses was just about to lift the submachine gun in his hand when he was slashed in the throat by the scalpel hidden in Robert's left sleeve. I saw the knife in my hand falling, and blood gushing out! Before he died, he didn't even have time to make a sound. Robert quickly ducked behind him, holding the corpse with both hands and slowly laying it down on the red carpet. Then he immediately knocked on the door casually and pushed the car into the VIP room. Within two minutes, the six team members who were still puzzled by the captain who rushed into the corridor alone without saying hello heard Robert's command in the headset: "Come in and clean up the mess, I've done it all." A few people thought to themselves: This seems to be different from the previous battle plan, but it is normal to be improvising during the battle, but our captain is really not in vain, with one enemy and nine, it is indeed good to fly!

The six men entered the VIP booth with guns in hand, only to see nine men in suits lying in pools of blood. Captain Robert, on the other hand, sat on the ground with his back against the wall, covered in blood, gasping for breath, and said, "I've gnawed the hardest bones for you, so I don't need to help you anymore, bunnies!" ”

Everyone was so agitated by Robert that they immediately rushed to the inner room full of the wide and fat gold lord without looking back.