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If you choose the world's saddest mercenary award.

There is reason to believe that this group of U.S. imperialist mercenaries, who finally came to northern China, will definitely be shortlisted for this award.

Coming to China, which has the strictest control over firearms, it leads to a lack of the best weapons for them, so forget it.

Is it bad luck to stare at the wind and sand for hours, doing things that have nothing to do with the original plan of the mission?

If that's not enough.

So, when you find a target, you are being used as a live target by your own people and shooting with a gun, is it really sad?

The group of mercenaries finally found a safe haven before they spit out the sand from their mouths, and before they could take a deep breath, they were startled by the blood falling from the sky.

When they climbed the Gobi, they saw a large truck speeding towards them from a distance.

The people in the car opened fire.

Unfortunately, when they scattered in search of cover, they could not find any cover.

They were even more unlucky, they couldn't find cover, and when they subconsciously touched their waists and calves to fight back, they didn't touch anything.

They are even more unfortunate that when they want to be loud and keep him calm, their mouths are filled with dust.

But they were also lucky.

Because Lao Hei's marksmanship is quite rubbish, a shuttle bullet is shot, and he doesn't know where he flies with the wind, perfectly avoiding all live targets.

They were even more fortunate when they thought the big truck was going to fly past them and run away. Lao Hei, who was driving with his head down and changing the magazine with both hands, didn't notice the ruggedness of the road, so that half of the wheels on the front of the car rode up the low Gobi.

The whole truck flipped on its side.

The wind and sand were still howling, and all the mercenaries arched their backs to the wind, staring at the overturned truck a little dumbfounded.

And the man who had mistaken blood for rain was the first to react, howling - the wind and sand filled his mouth.

Why do you pour sand into people's mouths against the wind, and there is no reason for heaven?

The howl stopped abruptly, but the man's movements did not pause in the slightest, and landed at the front of the wagon. He smashed the window pane with one kick, and carried a military thorn in his hand, obviously red eyes, and wanted to stab the guy who drove and shot at them.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out at this time.

The military thorn in this person's hand was only a few centimeters away from Lao Hei's head, and it was crooked, and the blade cut a bloody cut on Lao Hei's forehead, and he didn't know where it fell.

The man died.

It's close at hand, and it is really unreasonable not to be shot in the head by Lao Hei.

The pouring of red and white brains covered the old black face.

Lao Hei wiped his eyes desperately, and stretched out his other hand, trying to push away the corpse lying in the car door.

But before he could really use his strength, several howls suddenly came from his ears.

Many mercenaries, who had been worn out by the wind and sand, watched their companions who had been born and died for several years hang up in such an unknown way, and they also lost their minds, and they raised the military spurs in their hands one after another, pounced on the front of the car, and stabbed indiscriminately in an orderly manner.

The sound of metal piercing metal, the sound of fingers pulling the trigger, the sound of Lao Hei and the mercenaries shouting and screaming at the top of their throats, and the sound of the wind and sand whistling, are all intertwined.

I don't know how long it has been.

The gunfire was the first to stop.

Black's cry then stopped.

The mercenaries, dead, wounded, undead and unwounded, but apparently completely disarmed, fell from the front of the car and lay motionless in the wind and sand.

It's over.

This fight, which I don't know why, is finally over.

The mercenary captain slowed down for a while before finally regaining some strength.

Turning his head to look at the side, his team of 12 people, apart from himself, was only one who could breathe normally.

Seven people died just now.

There were three people who were wounded by bullets, and these three people were in the wind and sand, and the blood that had passed was flying all over the sky, and they died of excessive blood loss in just a few moments.

What a sophisticated team of mercenaries, almost completely wiped out by one man and one gun.

And that person is still old black.

A guy who counts half of his own people.

The captain of the mercenary did not realize that the scene that had just happened was a cannibalism until he pierced the old black brain in his hand into the old black brain who was panicking to find the magazine.

It's sad.

But the facts have happened, and it is useless to be sad.

Thankfully, they got the job done.

As long as the satellite is shipped back, he will not only get the remuneration he deserves, but also get a large amount of compensation and Lao Hei's benefit fee.

After having money, let alone ten subordinates, he can find twenty or thirty.

"Goshawk, go, come with me to take a look at the satellite."

It only took a few minutes for the mercenary captain to put the fatigue and heartache behind him, and only wanted to confirm that the contents of the truck were not their target.

It should be.

If it wasn't a satellite in the car, why would Lao Hei drive a big truck at a high speed.

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

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

In the past, mercenaries like them were agile and could leap a distance in less than a second in a fast run, but now they crawled forward against the wind, and it felt like it had taken a century to climb to the end.

However, sooner or later you can climb through.

It's just time, and it's a waste of—you're so special!

The mercenary captain wants to say that he can afford it, but God doesn't want to waste time with him.

The overturned truck was blown by a strong wind, and countless grains of sand were beating, and it slowly began to move sideways.

At this moment when the two mercenaries were crawling forward, the body of the entire truck changed from longitudinal to horizontal.

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

This should be considered a good thing.

After all, the two mercenaries crawling in the direction of the roof of the car didn't have to resist the strong wind head-on.

But this is not the case, the wind and sand can blow the big truck to move sideways, and then blow the car to roll over on its side.

After the heavy cargo box shook for a moment, the moment the head and face were pressed down, the mercenary captain burst out with unprecedented momentum, roaring and throwing his whole body out.

"Knock".

The big truck is finished, and a dozen wheels are turning into the sky to redeem themselves.

The captain of the mercenary team, holding on to the door handle at the rear of the carriage, was not blown away by the strong wind, and also completed his self-redemption.

Only the mercenary, known as the "Goshawk", was crushed under the cargo box, waiting for his God to redeem him.

The whole army was annihilated.

This mercenary squad, which is known as invincible in North America, was completely wiped out in a rather aggrieved way, leaving only the captain, the bare-bones commander.

However, it doesn't matter.

Ten people were lost just now, but now they are eleven, and it doesn't look like much of a difference.

The captain didn't even mourn for half a second, so he struggled to fix his body, opened the back door of the cargo box, and got in.

The dust has finally settled.

Even the most windy sand will be blocked by the heavy iron plate of the cargo box.

A sincere smile also appeared on the face of the mercenary captain.

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

Inside the box is the target of his mission this time, the abandoned meteorological satellite in Huaxia.

"It's done, I'm finally—uh!"

The mercenary captain's cheers seemed to be choked by something, no, something had penetrated his vocal cords and was forced to stop.

He wanted to look back.

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

But he didn't even have the strength to twist his neck.

Fortunately, a voice came from his ear that allowed him to close his eyes contentedly as he breathed.

"My name is Li Nannan, Muzi Li, Beiyan Fei Nannan."

Hearing the killer's self-introduction, the mercenary captain closed his eyes.

It was only at the last moment before he died that he used all his strength to raise his hand and point to the open cargo door behind him.

"Do you want to be with your comrades?"

Li Nannan asked seriously.

It's a pity that the man is already dead, how can he answer again.

"Okay, I'll satisfy you."

The scimitar that pierced the mercenary captain's neck was quickly drawn, and blood flew in the air.

Li Nannan pulled the corpse in front of him sideways, so that the blood was caught by the mercenary captain's body without leaking, and then threw it out with all his might.

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

The wind and sand near the ancient city of Shule seem to know that it is about to come to the end of the day. So he exerted all his power even more to the fullest, and swept away everything that could be swept away.

The bodies of the mercenaries around the van went with the wind.

Even the one crushed by the cargo box moved sideways as the truck was blown aside, flew up with the sand and dust on the ground, crashed under the car and spun around and followed his companion.

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

After death, they also undergo the same wind burial ceremony together.

That's a form of respect.

No matter where they come from, no matter whether they have done anything harmful, they were once soldiers, and soldiers should be respected to a certain extent.

"Well, it's done."

Li Nannan was in the cargo box, and after closing the cargo door, he finally had a chance to relax.

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

Especially when killing, you have to suppress the irritable black dragon in your body and keep yourself calm at all times, which will be even more tiring.

Just now, when observing the cannibalism between the mercenaries and Lao Hei in the dark, the black dragon in Li Nannan's body kept roaring, if it weren't for his strong willpower, he would have suppressed the bloodthirsty impulse of the black dragon. Maybe he'll be one of the members who pounced on the front of the car.

Sitting in the cargo box, I listened to the wind outside while wiping the blood on my scimitar with those shock-absorbing plastic foam.

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

"This must be an abandoned weather satellite. To be honest, I've never seen or touched a real satellite with my own eyes. ”

He muttered to himself, and with great curiosity, went to open the box.

It's a satellite.

Can ordinary people see it casually?

If you don't take a group photo and take a selfie now, and wait until you go back to see your aunt, how can there be evidence that Aunt Yue is showing off in front of her.

It is best to engrave a line of small characters on it, "Li Nanfang visited here" - forget it, the phenomenon of uncivilized tourism is unacceptable.

The truck with the bottom of the car facing the sky could not allow Li Nannan to easily open the lid of the box.

But destroying one side is not a difficult thing for Boss Li, and sabotage or something, the scum likes it the most.

Cut through the plastic foam and split the partition of the wooden box, and it should be a satellite that no one can reach.

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

I want to touch my little hands before I lift the bride's hijab.

However, this time I reached in, and there was no metallic feeling.

The entire chest was empty.

The satellites are gone!