Call!

The wind blew, and a ball of grass was blown and rolled by the wind.

The sky took on a deep leaden gray, as if covered in a thick layer of dust that sunlight could not penetrate.

In the distance, the rolling hills resemble sleeping beasts, covered with withered yellow turf, looking extremely vicissitudes.

Occasionally, a cold wind blows, rolling up puffs of sand and dust, which makes the man in an off-road vehicle have to wear anti-sand glasses.

He held the steering wheel in one hand, hung from the window with the other, and held a cigarette in his hand.

Take it in your mouth and suck it from time to time.

The man has a fair complexion, and his hair is flaxen and slightly curly.

The facial features are deep and the eyes are blue.

Clearly does not belong to this land.

But in the shape of his face, there is a hint of oriental charm, and he seems to be a mixed race.

He took a drag on his cigarette and watched as the vegetation on the distant ground was sparse and dry, with only a few tenacious plants still struggling to survive.

Occasionally, dead trees can be seen, their branches twisted and seemingly ready to break at any moment.

In this desolate land, life seems so fragile, yet full of tenacity and tenacity.

That's when the car stopped.

The door opened, and the half-breed in the car jumped out and looked in all directions.

Here, there is a heavy and oppressive aura in the air.

In the silence, only the occasional howl of a wild beast or the wailing of a bird broke the dead silence.

The voices echoed across the empty land, making him feel an indescribable loneliness and desolation.

In such an aura, time seems to become slow and heavy.

The sun moves slowly in the sky, shining on the clouds, leaving long shadows on the ground.

Soon.

The man finished smoking a cigarette in his hand...

He threw it on the ground and stomped on the cigarette butt with his foot.

Even if you don't leave it alone, in fact, in a place like this, cigarette butts will go out quickly.

The man looked at his watch and muttered, "It's slow."

This is Chinese with a round character, even with a bit of Beijing flavor, unless I grew up in this land, it is difficult to develop such a tone.

At this moment, he caught some sound in his ears, and then saw a curtain of dust rise on the horizon in the distance.

Normally, it would be difficult for humans to capture things that far away without the help of tools. But the man's blue pupils contracted and dilated, and as if using a high-powered telescope, he saw a long motorcade coming towards him.

In that convoy, he saw wheeled armored vehicles, troop carriers with soldiers, two modified black RVs, and even two monster-like mechs.

Such a convoy is mighty, like entering a no-man's land, from far to near.

Stopped not far from his car.

After the convoy stopped, the soldiers on the troop carrier truck jumped down and quickly dispersed, setting up a temporary line of defense.

It fully demonstrated his outstanding military qualities.

Most importantly, these soldiers are all Western faces.

Before the Behemoth, that wasn't much of a deal.

However, after the outbreak of natural disasters, countries did their best to send their people back to their own countries, so there are very few Western faces in this land.

As it is now, there are so many people, and they are soldiers, even less.

At this time, the doors of the two black motorhomes opened, and some people came down from inside.

The man's gaze fell on an old man, who was already fat, with snow-white hair and a ruddy face.

Wearing a light gray suit with silver winged collar pins on the neckline.

The shiny black leather shoes could almost be used as a mirror, and such an old man didn't seem to have any special abilities, but the people around him were very respectful to him, and it was obvious that he had a high status in this team.

He walked over, smiled, and offered to spread his hands in a hug gesture.

The flaxen-haired man whispered 'Old Fox' in Chinese before laughing and hugging him and speaking fluent English.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. McKee."

The old man known as McLee haha.

"Me too, Mr. Jo Maison, or should I call you Qiao Jianguo?"

The half-breed smiled and said, "You'd better call me Jomaison."

"No problem, if you don't mind, I'd rather call you 'Joe'."

The old man let go of his hand, took two steps back, and then said enthusiastically, "I'll introduce you to two people."

He looked behind him.

Behind came two dazzling young men, one male and one female, dressed in white military-style uniforms.

Men are very tall, with broad shoulders, and their overall body is very well-proportioned and powerful.

He raised his chin slightly, his eyes were unruly, and he didn't seem to take the people around him seriously, including the women around him who seemed to be colleagues.

It was only when he looked at McKee that he restrained that expression a little.

The woman is tall and tall, with a rare grayish gray hair color and deep red pupils, like the finest rubies.

It looks like she's only about twenty, and her face is still a little baby fat, but it is already foreseeable that in another year or two, she will fully grow into a stunning beauty.

She was quiet, and looked at Jomeison with a slightly shy look, trying to make her smile look kind and gentle.

"Jack."

"Belle."

"They are all Majors of the 'Wings of Freedom', and they are also Fourth-Order Transcendentals."

Joe Maison whistled.

"It's the first time I've seen the Fourth Order."

"Our power system is different from that of the cultivators in this land, theoretically speaking, the first to third orders are equivalent to their primary to intermediate realms."

"After receiving four 'enlightenments' and growing to the fourth order, it is equivalent to their 'Profound Realm'."

Speaking of this, the half-breed lowered his voice.

"However, as far as I am concerned, even if we are fourth-order transcendent, we can already act on behalf of some of the power of the divine will."

"Compared to their 'Mysterious Realm', there is still a big gap."

"We 'borrow' the power from those wills, and sometimes it's really not good compared to them practicing themselves and having their own power."

As soon as he finished speaking, Major Jack stepped forward, his eyes glinting dangerously.

"Mr. Joe, what do you mean?"

"It seems that you have been in this land for so long that you have forgotten what kind of blood flows in your body!"

Jo Maison, who was in his early thirties, laughed and said, "I'm just telling the fact that Major Jack is so young, he shouldn't have known that a Tiangang dragoon back then single-handedly beat our so-called Agent to the ground with his own strength."

"As for the bloodline."

"Half of my body belongs to this land, and I confess that I'm not as good as you."

Jack laughed, "You want to talk about that Fang Yao?"

"What a 'Golden Death', that's because he didn't meet me!"