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A modified civilian Humvee was parked at the mouth of the valley, blocking the road that was not wide.

The engine is not stalling and is running at idle speed.

In the car, a mercenary lit a cigarette, took a puff and tilted his head.

It's not cigarettes, it's marijuana!

What is there to worry about?

In the middle of nowhere, more than a hundred kilometers from Las Vegas, the nearest town is thirty kilometers away, and it takes fifteen kilometers along this unpaved dirt road to reach the road.

It's the middle of the night, who's going to be here?

Not to mention people, even cougars rarely haunt this area.

Besides, the companion was lying in ambush behind a rock more than ten meters away, wearing a desert camouflage uniform and holding a sniper rifle with a low-light night vision device.

Whoever comes to the canyon at this time will be sent to death!

Although marijuana is not as good as cocaine and heroin, the effect is obvious.

After only a few puffs, the mercenary went into a trance.

As for what was happening outside, he didn't notice it at all.

Until the car window is knocked.

"Tony, how long has it been......"

He rolled down the window, and as soon as he turned his head, his mouth was gagged by a cold iron pipe.

That's a muffler mounted on a pistol!

Immediately afterward, a sharp object pierced the back of his head.

It is not a commonly used dagger, it is a less common three-edged military spur, and it is made of high-strength alloy steel and specially exported to the United States.

Wang Dong was quick and held the mercenary's head without letting him press on the steering wheel.

Luo Qing pursed his lips, shrugged his shoulders, and at the same time pulled out the three-edged military thorn, wiped the blood stains on the mercenary's clothes, and put it away neatly.

The Triangular Thorn was obtained by her from one of Musharraf's men.

After dragging the body down, Wang Dong unloaded the bazooka and rockets he was carrying.

More than ten meters away, there was a corpse, but it was fine.

"Hey, what do you think this is?"

Wang Dong raised his head, and Luo Qing was holding an MGL-140 howitzer!

Good boy!

This is a big killer!

I knew that I needed to carry dozens of kilograms of bazookas and rockets over the mountains like mules!

"Anything else?" Wang Dong swallowed.

Luo Qing pursed his mouth, put on an armed belt stuffed with dozens of grenades, threw a flying kiss at Wang Dong, and then ran towards the canyon with his waist bent.

Wang Dong sighed secretly, there was only one handful, obviously it was not his turn.

Let's honestly use the RPG-7 bazooka.

At this time, inside the canyon.

After stopping, Thomas glanced at his watch, impatient.

In this small tent, he has been going back and forth I don't know how many times.

It was almost two o'clock in the morning, and still nothing had been found.

"Rest, aren't you tired?" Sitting in the corner, the mercenary who was manicing his nails with a dagger said.

Thomas glanced at him and walked over to the drone control station.

That is Schneider, the captain of the Spartan detachment, an elite special forces soldier who has served in the Delta Force for 14 years, has been to Iraq five times for combat deployment, participated in dozens of combat operations, killed hundreds of terrorists, and rescued his comrades many times, and won more than 10 medals.

It's just that Thomas is not the same as him.

If it weren't for Elis's personal arrangement, Thomas would never have come to this place where birds don't, let alone stay in a tent in the middle of the night with an over-energetic straight man.

Whether Schneider is a straight man or not, Thomas doesn't know, but that iron-like muscle is definitely not pleasing to women.

"What did you find?"

"All the same, nothing was found." Piloting the drone is another mercenary.

"Fly again."

"No, I'm running out of fuel, and the drone has to go back." After the mercenary said this, he looked at Schneider, who was sitting in the corner.

He was Schneider's subordinate, and it was not Thomas's turn to call the shots.

"That's it for today, and it's for tomorrow." Schneider put away his dagger and stood up. "The intelligence only mentions that the target person will appear on these days, and does not say which day."

The thought of staying here for another day, maybe a few days, made Thomas a little angry.

Only now, he can only listen to Schneider.

It was an MQ-9 Reaper drone that flew from more than a thousand kilometers away, exactly the same one that was shot down near Flagstaff before.

Because it had been flying for more than ten hours, the remaining fuel could barely allow the drone to return to base.

One has already been lost, and if you lose another one, you will be in big trouble.

The economic loss is still secondary, and Elise is not bad for money, the point is that it cannot be handed over to the military, because this is a drone borrowed from the military by personal connections.

"Don't worry, with us, he can't run away." Schneider walked over and tapped Thomas twice on the shoulder.

Thomas sighed before he said, "I'll go to bed, don't call me tomorrow before lunch." ”

In fact, Thomas is not worried that the target person will run away, but is a little homesick, misses his new wife, or worries that his new wife will not be able to bear the loneliness.

He was not a soldier, but a secretary with a liberal arts background, and was used by Elise because of his outstanding ability.

A month ago, he married his wife, who had made a few B-grade movies in Hollywood and was a little famous.

If it weren't for this, he would have been on the beach of a small island in the Aegean Sea, bathed in the bright moonlight, and engaged in a man-making movement with his wife.

The thought of the convex and delicate carcass made Thomas feel hot all over.

F U C K！

It was a physiological reaction to extreme exhaustion, and he hadn't closed his eyes for two days and two nights.

Ripping off a few buttons from his shirt, Thomas stepped out of the tent.

"Boom-"

Before hearing the explosion, Thomas saw a fireball rising from the northwest.

"Get down!"

Thomas didn't react at all, and was bumped into by Schneider, who rushed out, before he fell to the ground.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Explosions occurred one after another, and they were inside the camp.

Thomas looked up and saw that several of the parked vehicles had been blown up.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Da Da Da ......"

……

Suddenly the shots rang out, the mercenaries in the camp were shooting, and the enemies attacking the camp were also shooting.

"Get up and follow me!"

Thomas still hadn't been able to react in time, he had already scratched his eyes and felt that it wasn't real, that it was a dream, or a nightmare that he would soon wake up to.

Schneider didn't care so much, pulled Thomas up, and pushed him.

"Boom-"

The explosion happened again, it was the tent behind Thomas.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Explosions came from all directions, and the canyon suddenly turned into a bloody and fire purgatory.

"Boom-"

At the time of the most violent explosion, Thomas felt himself off the ground and in the air.

Is this really a dream?

Falling from the air, slamming heavily on the ground, and feeling a sharp pain, Thomas did not wake up from his dream, but fainted.