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The cause of the windy sand near the ancient city of Shule is what no one can say.

I only know that 30 years ago, when the sandstorm flooded the ancient city of Shule, it has been periodically subjected to wind and sand invasion.

If it is observed with meteorological satellites, a dynamic image is formed.

It can be seen that within a radius of 100 kilometers from the ancient city of Shule, from the southeast to the northwest, a demonic wind is endless.

It is also this demonic wind that makes the Taklamakan Desert expand to the northwest at a rate of ten meters per year.

Perhaps in tens of thousands of years, the entire heartland of the Asian continent will be completely deserted.

Who knows?

Ten thousand years later, things are too long, just look at the day and night.

A distance of one hundred kilometers.

It's not long, but it only takes half an hour to drive an ordinary car at full speed.

It is not short to say that it is not short, Jinghua has a length of 100 kilometers longitudinally from east to west, and it is necessary for ordinary people to walk on two legs for a day and a night.

I want to walk a distance of 100 kilometers against the wind in the wind and sand.

No one can do that.

Neither can the wicked.

At most, Li Nannan was in a hurry to find a safe haven because of Lao Hei, so he walked a 20-kilometer journey against the wind and sand.

I still have to take a break before I can do some murderous things in the dark.

Those mercenaries of the US imperialists who did not have a black dragon with their bodies wanted to cross the wind and sand of 100 kilometers by themselves, it would be even more foolish dreams.

These mercenaries received a call from Lao Hei, saying that they were very confused when the operation was canceled today.

Of course, Lao Hei wouldn't tell them that he was scared away because he heard the name of "Mr. Gao", but he just said that he watched the sky at night and found that everything was not suitable today, so he went home.

This made a group of foreign mercenaries who finally came to China very angry.

Do you think that the satellite smuggling plan that you have worked out with great difficulty can be scrapped by watching the stars at night?

So the leader of the mercenaries called back to Shangfeng and added fuel to the matter.

The response given by the US imperialists was to escort the satellite away within 12 hours at all costs, and if necessary, leave no one alive.

is such an order, so that Lao Hei, who still has a glimmer of life, has no possibility of survival.

So many mercenaries were excited, drove straight to the ancient city of Shule, and then tragically encountered a big sandstorm that would last for more than ten hours.

A group of mercenaries were only responsible for peripheral pick-up, and they didn't even think about stepping into the Taklamakan Desert.

Therefore, they were not familiar with the natural environment around the ancient city of Shule, and they did not know that this wind and sand would last for more than ten hours.

As a mercenary, it is claimed to be able to compete with the world's elite troops.

How could a little wind and sand stop their progress.

This group of people rushed forward without hesitation, and when they were really surrounded by the wind and sand, they were completely dumbfounded.

The leader of the team regretted that he had played Lao Hei to his superiors, and if he hadn't slandered Lao Hei behind his back, he wouldn't have had the order to send away the satellite within 12 hours.

This command is a sword hanging over their heads.

Keep rushing forward, there is still life.

But once you turn back, the minimum punishment is to leave a whole corpse.

The 12-man detachment, unwilling to advance in the wind and sand, had to get out of the car and push two temporarily rented vans forward.

This kind of small bread made in China is unlikely to withstand the wind and sand of strong winds.

Scrapping is a small matter, at most you don't want it.

But if there is a small-scale hurricane, the whole vehicle and the people in the car will fly into the sky, and how unjustly they will die.

Therefore, the car is not allowed to drive.

They could only form a long line of people, fasten themselves with ropes, rely on the front of the van to block the wind and sand, and push the car forward on foot.

As the sun sets, there are several hours of marching against the wind.

No matter how elite the troops are, their combat effectiveness will be greatly weakened.

The leader of the team saw that if this continued, even if he caught up with Lao Hei, these subordinates did not have the slightest ability to deal with the crisis, so they had no choice but to give an order to find a shelter to rest temporarily.

Hearing the boss's order, many team members wanted to cheer loudly at that time.

As a result, as soon as he opened his mouth, he poured a big mouthful of sand, gritted his teeth, and quickly found a place to stop, drink saliva and rinse his mouth.

But human life is always unspeakably rectified by God.

Just like the famous taxi theory, when you don't want to take a taxi, empty cars will speed by, and when you are in a hurry to travel, the taxi will want to protect the animals for a long time.

This group of mercenaries was also teased by God.

Before, I rushed forward with one mind, turning a blind eye to the sheltered Gobi that can be seen everywhere on the road.

Now I want to stop, but I can't even see a slightly higher sand dune.

After another two hours of hard marching, and finally finding a suitable safe haven, can the excitement in their hearts be described in words?

Of course not.

But even if words can't describe it, they want to cheer loudly to express their inner joy.

As a result, a mouth full of sand was filled again, and he closed his mouth again and gritted his teeth and walked forward.

Finally, after dozens of minutes of arduous preparation, in the small haven surrounded by the Gobi and two vans, all the mercenaries finally had the opportunity to take out the water bottles they carried with them, fill them with water and rinse their mouths, and feel the meaning of life.

When everyone was freed from the torment of the dust and the exam was considering the question of how to trim on the spot, a drop of coldness suddenly fell on someone's face.

"Is it raining?"

The man reached out and wiped it on his face and looked up at the sky.

As a result, the sand and dust fascinated her eyes, and she realized that it was impossible for it to rain in such a place.

Since it wasn't rain, what was the liquid that fell on his cheeks?

It seems to be slimy.

Just as the man cleaned the dust from his eyes and wondered if there was bird poop on his face in this ghost weather.

The shout of the little leader of the mercenaries resounded in everyone's ears: "Blood, it's blood, all on alert!" ”

That's right, it's blood.

It was a twenty-centimeter-long knife in Li Nannan's hand, and when it stabbed horizontally into someone's throat, it brought out the blood that went away with the wind and sand, and the blood that fell on someone's face before it dried up.

Li Nannan has always felt that the best time to kill people is at night.

Only the darkness of the night can keep the blood of those damned from frightening the good people who live in the sun.

An old black man who wrapped himself in a sleeping bag tightly and buried himself in the sand may be fantasizing in a dream about the wonderful scene of his ten maidens at night.

Coldly, he was stabbed in the throat with a knife.

Then, with a quiet smile, he didn't make a sound and died.

He died peacefully, without any pain or the horror of his death.

This made Li Nannan, who killed him, the only remaining sense of guilt in his heart disappear.

My aunt often said that "more than 18 ways to die painlessly", is there such a thing as piercing the throat in a person's sleep?

Perhaps.

That doesn't matter, though.

Thinking of his aunt, Li Nannan was even more energetic.

He originally thought that after going through so many things, if he used the power of the black dragon again, there should be no more fatigue.

After all, Boss Li felt that his mental strength had grown a lot.

Unfortunately, when he poked his head out of the big truck, although he still had the strength to release a sand scorpion and wide-eyed his target, he quickly lay down under the car and fell asleep.

Thankfully, those standing guard didn't have the habit of looking at the chassis.

Fortunately, these people live in the underground Shule Ancient City without any danger all the year round, and they have lost their proper sense of crisis.

This allowed Li Nannan to sleep for three or four hours, and he was still alive and well.

In order to thank them, Li Nannan really turned himself into a ghost and sent them to another world in a quiet way.

Otherwise, according to his violent temper, he must have pulled out his gun, aimed at the fuel tanks of several cars around him, pulled the trigger, and then drove the big cargo behind him and left leisurely while the gang was struggling in the sea of fire.

When it comes, it is also essential to give them a middle finger.

Their negligence was exchanged for the kindness of Boss Li.

When Boss Li thinks of Aunt Yue when he is merciful, he will think of the scene when Aunt Yue was grief-stricken in Qingshan Women's Prison.

Hurry up to complete the task, return to the arms of the aunt, and then hug and kiss the aunt to talk about how his little nephew has made great achievements in snatching back the satellite from the army.

Isn't that kind of life happy?

With the motivation to live, it is natural to work harder.

Lao Hei's thirty subordinates, except for the two guys who were napping on the highest part of the Gobi Haven with their heads down, the others died extremely peacefully, whether in the car or in the sandstorm.

Lao Hei is not dead.

Because he's the boss.

Leaders should always have more preferential treatment than the masses of the people.

Li Nannan also wants Lao Hei to live for a while longer.

However, there is no way for Lao Hei to find death by himself.

Lao Hei, who slept all day, got up and peed when Li Nannan quietly lurked to the top of the Gobi and solved the last two people.

As soon as he got out of the car, his belt was not unfastened, and Lao Hei was startled by a white figure with half of his body.

The shadow seems to have been hanging on the Gobi with a great inclination.

If it was daytime or when the sun was sufficient, Lao Hei would definitely be able to tell that it was a white shirt.

Li Nannan was afraid of soiling the stand-up collar tunic jacket that had been brought over with great difficulty, so he took off and put it aside, revealing the white shirt inside.

"Something!"

Lao Hei subconsciously asked, destroying the beauty of Boss Li sending people away in silence.

Ignoring the who destroyed art, Li Nannan jumped twice and jumped to the top of the Gobi.

The two people standing guard were still in a state of ignorance when they were awakened by the boss's voice, and they felt a cool breeze burrowing into their necks one after another, and the strength of their bodies slowly passed out at the position where the cool breeze poured in.

"Bang! Boom! ”

The sound of two human bodies falling to the ground made Lao Hei also wake up.

This guy is also a wonderful person.

Momentarily aware of his situation, he didn't waste any time shouting or kicking his men to fight back.

He just rushed into the cab of the big truck with a body size of 1.9 meters tall and weighed 290 pounds, which was completely disproportionate, ignited the ignition, and stepped on the accelerator to escape frantically.

Black's idea was simple.

Whoever came had already been exposed.

His henchmen will be the first to wake up and engage in a fierce battle with the enemy whose whereabouts have been exposed.

The time that the younger brother blocked the killing god was enough for him to escape tens of thousands of miles in the car.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that those little brothers had lost the opportunity to block the enemy long before he woke up.

The night is dark and the wind is high, and the bright light of the headlights causes visual differences, and the old black can't see the situation behind him.

He didn't bother to look at it, he just stepped on the accelerator and kept accelerating.

Who knew that before the big goods really moved forward at full speed, under the illumination of the headlights in front, more than a dozen figures appeared.

"Enemy helpers!"

Lao Hei mentally defined the identity of the group of people in front of him, and then pulled out the pistol from his waist.