The morning light was slightly dewed, and the chasing dragon ran a few laps around the manor as usual before returning to the room to wash. At this time, Mina was sitting at the table waiting for him, and a hearty breakfast was ready.

"Let's eat! The captain of the ship is already waiting for us at the seaside port. Mina said.

"All the weapons and equipment have been checked?" asked Chasing Long, knowing that this batch of weapons and equipment has excellent performance, and it is absolutely difficult to get it in the remote and backward Golden Triangle region!

"It's all in the cargo box of a pickup truck, and the previous car couldn't hold so much equipment at one time. Mina replied.

"Very good!" Apparently Chasing Dragon is full of confidence in this mission, not only because of the excellent weapons, but also because of the addition of a competent partner.

At noon, the sun was scorching and the sky was clear.

On the asphalt road outside Hill Hills, a black pickup truck loaded with goods is moving fast...

"When was the last time you were on a mission?" asked Mina, curiously as she sat in the driver's seat.

"About a year ago, I was in Yangon, Myanmar. I received a commission from a wealthy man asking me to punish the murderer of his daughter. And the offender is a well-known local underworld boss. Since the mission was located near street buildings, there was a dense flow of people and a narrow field of vision. Sniper rifles were useless, assault rifles would hurt innocent people, so I went with two pistols. Chasing the dragon recalled at this time.

"And then?" Myna was even more curious when she saw him halfway through his words.

"Later, I fought with them, and more than 30 of the boss's subordinates of the underworld all ate my guns. When I finished the last bullet, there were five men left with the boss, all of them fierce and vicious, trying to scare me away with the appearance of a large crowd. But they eventually looked away, and I fought them with a dagger as my only weapon. The sharp blade sliced their necks one by one, and blood splattered all over their bodies, and finally the Black Boss was left alone, who knelt and cried and begged me not to kill him. ”

"Guess what happened in the end......" Chasing Dragon asked.

"You let him go...... No, you'll never let a bad guy go. You must have killed him!" Myna analyzed.

"This kind of person is usually high up and does evil, and he is accustomed to the feeling of calling for wind and rain, and he has lost his conscience. Later, I threw him on a boat for illegal workers in Somalia, so that he could also experience the life of the people at the bottom. As for whether he can survive in Africa, it depends on his creation. Chasing the dragon said as he looked out the window at the dilapidated low bungalow.

"This mission is to face the enemy, the local drug warlords. I don't know how many times more cunning, ferocious, and fierce than those people in the underworld of Southeast Asia!

"You're right, they're really strong. So my first drop of blood is for them, and look!" said Chasing Dragon with a smug smile.

In a short time, the pickup truck had turned several traffic light intersections and was already on its way to the bay port, and Mina recognized the captain and his cargo ship from the window, docked at the nearest pier.

In the blink of an eye, a man wearing a gray-brown short-sleeved nylon shirt, curled hair, and a darker complexion strode over.

"Hi... Friends, you should be chasing dragons. The captain of the boat greeted warmly in a mouthful of Vietnamese.

"Exactly!" Obviously, Mina had already told the ship boss the identity of the chasing dragon earlier.

"Bring your weapons and ammunition aboard. The boat boss said.

At that moment, the three of them each took out a box of heavy weapons from the cargo box of the pickup truck, and followed the captain to the cabin. After a few round-trips, all the weapons were transported to the ship.

"Why are you driving the boat alone?" asked Chasing Dragon.

"There's another guy sleeping, because he's in charge of the night's voyage. The ship's boss replied.

"This small cargo ship was originally transported from the middle and upper reaches of the Mekong River to the coast of Vietnam for sale. Later, after being bought by Boss Qiao, it became the secret transport ship of the Luo Xing Group. The boat boss explained.

Then the captain of the ship reached out to open a metal iron door, and led the two of them into the cabin, a sultry wave of air hit, and an indescribable strange smell emanated from the small and confined space. The old and blackened wooden floor of the cabin suggests that the cargo ship is some years old.

"The innermost two bedrooms are yours, you can go in and have a look, if there are no other problems, we are ready to go." The captain of the boat left immediately.

"I felt as if hard days were coming. Mina smiled wryly.

"It is really not good to let a person who is used to living in a villa immediately live on a dilapidated cargo ship. Chasing the dragon said with a smile.

Suddenly, a loud and lengthy whistle sounded, accompanied by a slight shaking of the ship's hull, and Chasing Long knew that the ship had already started.

Chasing Long walked into the room arranged for him, a simple iron-framed wooden bed, placed next to the window, and there were no other items in the small room. Thankfully, there is a window to see the outside world, and that's enough, so thinks Chasing Dragon.

Lying on a hardwood bed, Chasing Long couldn't help but think back to the days when he fell into the armed groups of Vietnam. He was only a teenager at the time, and he would wake up every morning to the sound of a loud whistle, and those who did not arrive at the shooting range within the allotted time would be left to be punished, and the rest would run around the shooting range for several laps.

Once he was late for the assembly, and the instructor showed a fierce face. He was punished to stand in the stinky ditch not far from the shooting range, the mud in the ditch was very deep, and the water surface was floating with all kinds of garbage, almost submerging to the position of his mouth, and the pungent smell of human and animal excrement made his mouth nauseate again and again.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, and by noon he had no more tears to shed, his red and swollen eyes blurred his vision, and his helpless and confused eyes looked around, and he felt that he was in the abyss of despair.

No...... It's all on your own. These fierce and cruel guys! This was the thought he struggled with in his heart, and from then on he gradually became a "killing machine".

Outside the window, rows of dilapidated fishing boats in the backward fishing villages and wharves in Ho Chi Minh City's bay gradually disappear from view. Away from the open sea, the cargo ship sailed into the turbid river with rough waves, and the ship continued to swim upstream along the banks of the Mekong River.

Chasing Dragon got up and walked to the cargo compartment where the weapon was placed, opened the wooden box and took out a Browning pistol from inside, filled it with bullets and put it in his pocket. By the way, he picked up an M21 sniper rifle in his hand, and then walked to the deck of the cargo ship.

Standing in the middle of the narrow deck, he held the handguard in his left hand and rested the wooden rifle against his broad shoulder, and the scene of the lush woods beside the river was clearly presented in front of his sniper scope, and the crosshair searched back and forth to see if the unlucky bird was about to die......

In the shot, a gray pigeon seems to be tired and resting on a treetop, its small head looking around. The sniper scope shows a distance of 600 meters, the southwest wind direction is about 2 meters per second, the temperature rises, the crosshair has locked the prey, the chasing dragon adjusts his breathing, and the index finger slowly pulls the trigger.

Bang......

A line of fire was fired, a puff of white smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun, and the bullet casings flew into the river, and the sound of gunfire spread through the river and woods. Under the camera, the gray pigeon was frightened, desperately flapping its wings and fleeing, chasing the dragon with a lost face.

Man, you haven't touched a gun for almost a year, and it feels unfamiliar, maybe that bird shouldn't die, chasing the dragon comforted himself.