"Then let's do it." The colonel said coldly.

Seryosha and Halley opened two huge weapons cases and pulled out a dazzling array of non-lethal weapons; In the tactical computer of the little man Naipeng, several criss-crossing lasers were fired, outlining the translucent structure of the entire train; Yuya Naito knelt on one knee, closed his eyes, groped for the Adam's apple of the communications soldier, and kept "one-two-three, three-two-one" auditions.

After a while, his voice became exactly the same as that of a communications soldier.

"In addition to the few we just killed, there is a platoon on the car, a total of thirty-two Earth Army soldiers, but they are all rookies who have been curled up in the carriage all year round and have never participated in actual combat, they are here, here, and here."

The colonel pointed to the holographic structure diagram, shining little red dots, "The more threatening ones are the four agents of the Extraordinary Association, and these two guards from the Genetic Research Institute - especially the latter, these guards of the Genetic Research Institute are often experienced veterans who have been transferred, and they can enjoy the benefits of genetic medicine first, and they are all monsters who have been injected with an overdose of genetic medicine, so we must first knock out the extraordinary agents and research institute guards distributed in carriages 3, 5 and 9."

"Everyone, there are still twenty-seven and a half minutes before we arrive at our destination, and in half a minute, let your people do it, and I will give you three and a half minutes.

"Remember, we're not murderers, we're just taking back what we deserve, don't kill unless we have to, understand?"

"Understood!"

Many mercenaries spoke in unison.

"Let's get moving!"

The colonel snapped, closed the tactical computer, and the hatch in front of the carriage moved away silently, and many mercenaries took the order.

The wind and rain outside became denser and denser, knocking people's hearts more and more lying, and the dense raindrops covered all the movement in the front and rear carriages, and the train was obviously moving at high speed, but it was as dead and silent as a deserted grave.

The colonel was calm, leaning back in his seat, still holding the harmonica tightly in his hand, and there was no change in expression on his face with a knife and axe, only the green tendons on the back of his hand, revealing a great uneasiness in his heart.

Suddenly, he opened his only eye and frowned.

Three and a half minutes, it's already here.

"Naito, someone shot in car three, what's going on?"

He was obviously staying in the last car of the train, but he could hear the faint gunfire in the carriage in front of him through the sound of the violent wind and rain outside!

"There's a little trouble."

Isamu Naito also said on the communication channel, "There is a guard from the Genetic Research Institute, who is so strong that it is estimated that he was completely watered by genetic medicine, and our powerful anesthetic did not work on him, and he almost injured Napong, so he had to give him a shot...... Excuse me, Colonel. ”

The colonel cursed under his breath and got up and walked towards the front of the car.

In every carriage you passed, you could see several Earth Army soldiers and even very special agents lying on the ground.

The unruly and murderous mercenaries stood up to him one after another, saluted, and their eyes were full of reverence: "Colonel! ”

The colonel's gaze was cold, and even when passing by several carriages full of genetic drugs, the colonel did not stop for half a step, and went straight to the third carriage.

It was a mess, there were traces of fighting everywhere, and dozens of fist prints and footprints bulged outward appeared in the thick carriage, as if there were several giants of infinite strength who had just fought fiercely here.

On the ground lay a very special agent and a guard from the Genetic Research Institute, with unnaturally twisted hands and feet, comminuted fractures of joints, but not life-threatening, but falling asleep under the effects of powerful anesthetics.

Seryosha the big white bear curled up beside him, stitching himself a shocking wound on his arm, and although his head was covered with cold sweat, he didn't even say a word.

In the corner, there is another guard from the Genetic Research Institute, which is a big mountain of meat weighing more than 200 pounds, which looks stronger than a rhinoceros, but unfortunately his chest is deeply sunken, and he was shot under his heart.

The colonel glanced at the almost collapsed chest of the guards of the Genetic Research Institute, and then turned his gaze to Naipong on the side: "I said, try not to kill." ”

Napong shrugged his shoulders: "He's very powerful. ”

Without saying a word, Isamu Naito pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the guard's head.

"Don't."

The colonel stretched out his hand and pulled away the muzzle of his gun, "This is a true warrior who deserves a glorious and decent funeral." ”

After saying this, the colonel stood up and gave a standard military salute to the guards of the Institute of Genetics.

The Colonel then fell to his knees on one knee and before the guard's consciousness could completely dissipate, lightning strikes and breaks his neck.

The guard's eyeballs instantly turned gray and white, and he slumped to the ground.

The colonel sighed, took off his military cap, and put it over the cold face of the guard.

"Car 13, safe!"

"Car Twelve, safety!"

"Car 11, safe!"

“…… The nose and cockpit are under control, all enemies have been swept away, and now, this train and all the cargo on it are all ours! ”

Up and down the whole train, the cheers of war dogs were heard.

"Soldiers, I am your colonel, and I am very happy to be able to fight alongside you again, especially since the meaning of this battle is completely different from the past - in the past, we all fought for money, but this time, we are here to reclaim our glory, strength and dignity!"

Standing in the cockpit of the train, the colonel looked at the torrential rain in front of him, and addressed all the remnants of the Gale Commando, "For the past few decades, we have always adhered to the belief of 'war dogs', with money in one hand and swords in the other, diligently and relentlessly active on the most dangerous, remote, dirty, and cruel battlefields, for the sake of energy companies, mining giants, various chaebols and groups, including those high-ranking members of the Earth Council, to carry out what the regular army is unwilling and inconvenient to execute, An extremely dangerous, even despicable and shameless mission!

"Whether it is turning into a pile of dry bones in the scorching desert, fighting snakes, insects, rats and ants in the gloomy rainforest, or fighting to the death against the murderous rebels and gangsters for ten days and ten nights in isolation, or even sneaking into the world of cultivating immortals to carry out reconnaissance missions - we have never betrayed the creed of 'war dogs', and we have never betrayed every penny given to us by our employers.

"And yet......

"Our employer betrayed us!

"A year and a half ago, in the 'Battle of Jindan', those despicable and shameless bastards clearly received information confirming that the enemy might be a traverser, or even an extremely dangerous immortal cultivator in the Dan stage among the traversers, but they did not tell us this information in time, but lured us and rushed to the abyss of destruction.

"And after we paid such a tragic price and hit the Jindan powerhouse hard, because our strength plummeted, they kicked it away like garbage.

"Hehe, what kind of intelligence is wrong, no one expected that the other party was a Jindan powerhouse - a lie, a shameless lie! After all, in the eyes of those bastards, we mercenaries are just pawns that can be sacrificed at any time, and in order to test the true strength of the enemy, even if they fight the entire Gale Commando, they don't care.

"Such a cruel truth, in fact, we have long understood, so we didn't even have a heart of revenge, just made a small request - we only hope to get some middle-level genetic medicine to treat our disordered meridians, mind, and life magnetic field, so that we can regain our strength.

"As a result, what is waiting for our weakness and retreat? Endless evaluations, examinations, audits, tests, and then one by one 'fail, fail, the probability of cure is extremely low, it is not recommended to continue using genetic drugs'!

"It turns out that in the eyes of these superiors, we are no longer qualified to 'waste' genetic medicine, is there a greater humiliation for a proud warrior?"

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