Northeast Africa, on the edge of the Sahara Desert.

"Damn, can you be nimble with your hands and feet!"

Dr. Albert held up a rag to block out the scorching sun, but the ambient temperatures in the fifties and the occasional hot wind were still rapidly stealing moisture from his exposed parts.

"Bah, Bah, Bah"

When he opened his mouth to speak, sand drifted into his mouth in the wind again, and the strong strawberry flavor left over from the previous "jam" made it feel terrible.

Just as Dr. Albert was getting agitated, dark clouds suddenly began to appear in the otherwise cloudless sky.

With the help of the strong wind, the thick cumulonimbus clouds soon obscured the scorching sun, bringing a long-lost coolness to the people on the ground.

"What are you doing standing stupidly! Don't you see the storm coming? Hurry up and hang up the goods and leave! ”

The cool wind took away the heat from the surface, but it was clear that Dr. Albert was still irritable inside.

"It's really evil, I've never encountered this kind of sudden ghost weather before."

Ulysses Crowe sat up from his weapon case and patted the dust off his body, then noticed that the saber-toothed tiger not far away suddenly assumed a defensive posture, and the warning sound of "woo" was still coming out of his mouth.

"Crow! Let your men hurry up and help, what are you doing there? ”

Albert despised mutants like the Sabertooth Tiger, and believed in Trinity's salvation theory, believing that freaks like mutants were one of the destabilizing factors in society, and they must be completely eliminated.

"Relax, Doctor, the big tiger feels like he's sensing something isn't right."

Ulysses Crowe pretended to stretch and secretly activated a small device on his arm.

"Wind, rain, thunder, Victor hates the woman behind this!"

The saber-toothed tiger suddenly burst out without a head or tail, and then began to howl loudly in the sky, and the red tank hung the large box about his height on the cable hook of the transport helicopter and walked straight in front of Albert, stretched out his thick palm, and said angrily:

"Money."

Albert was stunned by his actions for a moment, and then remembered that he had promised him a reward of three hundred dollars for helping to pack the crate.

"Give it, take it, take it!"

By this time, everything had been secured, and the doctor, who was eager to leave, took out a handful of tickets from his coat pocket and slapped them on the hand of Red Tank, and then quickly turned around and walked towards the helicopter against the increasingly strong winds.

"Doctor, the storm is much stronger than I thought, and it's dangerous to take off now! My suggestion is to close the hatch and carry it over, the storm in the desert won't last long! ”

The driver glanced out the window at the raging storm and gave his advice.

Instead of answering, Albert removed the communicator to contact the village headquarters, but after several attempts, all he could hear was the chaotic sound of electricity.

"Take off now!"

He cursed and hung the microphone on the bulkhead and ordered.

The two pilots glanced at each other, and both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes, but as members of the Holy Trinity, they had to obey the orders of the leader, and they could only start to start the various parts of the plane in order and prepare for takeoff.

"Ulysses Crowe! What the hell are you doing there? Hurry up! ”

Turning his head and finding that there was no one in the cabin, Alberta opened the hatch and shouted at Crowe, who was still standing there, that this guy was the key to finding vibranium, and that he didn't care about the other two mutants and those miscellaneous soldiers.

"That guy is coming!"

The saber-toothed tiger, who had been waiting for him, sniffed hard, and he could smell a faint smell in the air.

After half a month of getting along, Ulysses Crowe had a deep understanding of his beastly instincts, and if it weren't for the timely reminder of the saber-toothed tiger in Siberia, let alone completing the task, he would have died under the claws of the bear.

So, Crowe stood behind the saber-toothed tiger and pulled out the modified M1911 inside the holster, his eyes also quickly searching for a potential target.

"Oh, hi! It's so cold outside, can you let me in and squeeze in. ”

Albert was startled by Wade, the flowered shirt that suddenly popped out, and almost pulled out his gun.

Before he could come back to his senses, Wade had already slipped into the cabin through the crack in the door like a loach, and squeezed directly into the middle of them, ignoring the disgusted eyes of the others.

"Hah! Thanks, it's so warm in here. Oh, this handsome guy, your pistol seems to have hit me in the back, don't go off, it's not good to hurt the innocent! ”

"Sir, we're about to take off! To avoid wind effects on the interior of the cabin, close the doors immediately! ”

Hearing the driver's reminder, Albert hesitated for two breaths, then slammed the hatch shut.

"Damn, I don't believe it, without you who is not sober-minded, we Holy Trinity will not be able to find the city of vibranium. Takeoff! Back to the station! ”

With his command, the pilot pulled the joystick, and the transport plane began to gradually leave the ground with the roar of two high-horsepower engines.

"Oh, friend, can you please stop putting a pistol to my buttocks, it makes me feel the hairs on my body stand on end."

Wade writhed like a maggot, and stretched out his white arm to show the rest that what he said was true.

Just as the rest of the cabin was furrowed by his angry words, Albert noticed that something was wrong.

"Suffered! It's static electricity! ”

"Boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bucket-thick bolt of lightning struck the helicopter.

Although modern transport planes have metal shields, this lightning bolt struck a critical part, and the saber-toothed tiger watched the helicopter, which had just been more than ten meters above the ground, plummet into the ground after a string of sparks and black smoke came out of the engine part.

"Red Tank! Go and catch them, otherwise the main hire will die, and our commission will be in vain! ”

When he heard the first half of Crowe's words, Red Tank didn't react until the word "commission" appeared.

With the help of the hands of the red tank that was driven by the uncontrolled fall of the transport plane, the people in the cabin can be said to have experienced a much more exciting experience than the roller coaster pirate ship, among which a guy in a flower shirt screamed the loudest.

The nearly two-ton Chinook transport plane was like a plastic toy to the Red Tank, and it was casually placed on the ground.

Just as he was about to tear down the hatch to release the rich boss, a figure flew out of the dark clouds, and before he could react, a fist glowing with golden light appeared in front of him.