This is a conspiracy!

Zhao Ziyang, whose chest was pierced by a bullet, lay weakly on the ground, letting blood gush out like a spring. He no longer had the strength to stand up, and had only one thought in his mind. The encirclement and killing by the US military was definitely a big conspiracy.

, or there is a traitor in the mercenary group. There is no other explanation except these two possibilities.

Earl, it must be the Earl who betrayed the leader, otherwise the timing would not be such a coincidence.

It’s just that there is no point in thinking more now. The mercenary group is over and the leader should be arrested. Omo and the others may have been killed in the bombardment. Other lurker members will also be poisoned at the same time and may survive.

Angel is the only one.

But I am content, as long as Angel can live.

Zhao Ziyang does not have deep feelings for the Lurker Mercenary Group. He has only been here for more than three months, and he came here for revenge. There is no relationship at all. If the only one who has feelings is Angel, there are several

Spending time together day and night, he discovered that the cold Angel was actually very cute.

It doesn't matter if you die, the main thing is that you can't avenge the captain and the others...

Zhao Ziyang fell into confusion and closed his eyes exhausted, with a smile on his lips. He seemed to see Mengzi holding a bottle of wine to fight with him for a drink, and saw the captain suppressing his blush and asking him to help write a love letter to his young wife...

A dazzling white light shines in front of you, as if there is a staircase leading to heaven or hell in front of you.

"Boom..." The sound of the Hummer starting up sounded loudly, and the white light became more and more dazzling. Zhao Ziyang, who fell into confusion, couldn't help but struggle to open his eyes against the white light.

When he arrived, a Hummer drove toward him with a crash, and the driver seemed to want to crush him.

"Fellow, don't pretend to be dead, get in the car quickly." The clear girl's voice reached Zhao Ziyang's ears, suddenly waking him up from his confused thoughts.

There is help!

In the desire to survive, Zhao Ziyang stood up with one hand on the ground, stared at the Hummer that was crashing towards him, turned around and kicked against the wall. With the force of the kick, his body swooped.

Toward the car, which didn't slow down at all.

With a "bang", Zhao Ziyang, who had just jumped into the car, was thrown under the car seat, and several bricks were thrown at him.

There was a muffled "pop" sound, and Zhao Ziyang was hit hard on the temple by the edge of a brick. He fainted. The shouts and gunshots of the US military rang in his ears, and he completely relaxed.

The little wild cat drove Zhao Ziyang into the wall and rushed out. Facing the American soldiers outside the wall, he reached out and grabbed a handful of copper coins from his pocket and scattered them.

"Pah, pah, pah..." A messy sound came, followed by the painful exclamations of American soldiers.

"Ah...my eyes..."

"Ouch..."

"..."

Almost every one of the fallen American soldiers had several copper coins embedded deeply in their bodies. One of the unlucky ones had a copper coin cut straight into his right eye, cutting his eyeball in half in the eye socket. There was also an American soldier.

A copper coin was cut deeply into the soldier's chest through his body armor.

"Hmph!" The little wild cat snorted proudly, kicked the accelerator, and drove the Hummer towards Cheng Fei.

The Humvee, which has extremely strong off-road performance, suddenly escaped the sight of the US military and flew towards the area actually controlled by the Taliban armed forces in the far west.

Several U.S. military vehicles that followed closely behind them reluctantly chose to retreat after approaching the area controlled by Taliban armed forces.

A small group of U.S. troops enters the mountainous and forested areas controlled by the Taliban. There is only a dead end.

At this time, Angel desperately fled south, and her route was also heading towards the area actually controlled by the Taliban. South of Grishk is the desert area. If you use two legs to escape into the desert, it will definitely be a dead end. But Angel knows that Ge

There are always small groups of Taliban guerrillas in the desert south of the town of Lishk. As long as you can encounter the guerrillas, you will be safe.

Two U.S. Army Humvees with heavy machine guns raised a cloud of dust as they searched for Angel to the south. The car headlights illuminated the vast desert clearly. No living thing could escape the environment with such a clear contrast between darkness and light.

Angel, who was running forward, saw the American soldiers chasing after him from a distance, and ran forward crazily. There was a sand mountain in front of him. After climbing over this sand mountain, he entered the real desert. If he was lucky, he would definitely encounter the Taliban.

Militant guerrillas.

Angel, one foot deep and one foot shallow, climbed up the sandy mountain on both hands and feet. The shouts of the American soldiers could already be heard in her ears. At this time, she had only climbed halfway up the mountain. If she was discovered by the American soldiers, the two of them would

A single volley from the squad can cut you into pieces.

Without any hesitation, Angel immediately lay down on his back, quickly dug out the soft yellow sand with his saber, and used the yellow sand to bury himself to avoid the detection of the US military.

"Thermal imaging!" A US military officer jumped out of the car after chasing her under the sand mountain, shouting, signaling a soldier to use a thermal imaging camera to search for Angel.

The temperature difference between morning and evening in the desert is extremely large, and the temperature at night can even drop below 0 degrees. Using a thermal imaging camera is undoubtedly the most trouble-free way to use it under such temperatures.

U.S. soldiers carrying thermal imaging cameras carefully searched the sand mountain, but found no trace of Angel. Angel, buried in the yellow sand, isolated her body's heat display, which was something she had expected to arrive early in the morning.

The U.S. soldiers did not give up. After the thermal imager failed to find her, they immediately formed a tactical formation and climbed up the sand mountain to look for Angel.

"Attention, all teams, this is the world's top mercenary leader, pay attention to the yellow sand under your feet." The US military officer reminded each search team, and he was quite experienced.

They didn't know what kind of mercenary was blocking this time, but they knew one thing. This mercenary was the world's top mercenary organization, and there was no weak one. The woman who escaped from their encirclement was even more of a member of this mercenary group.

The leader's ability is more terrifying than that of a man.

The U.S. soldiers in groups of three dispersed and climbed up the sand mountain to search for Angel. The expressions on their faces did not seem to become tense because of the reminder from the leader. On the contrary, they gave people a relaxed performance, which completely destroyed the U.S. military.

The soldiers' arrogance showed up wherever they went. In their view, their twelve outstanding marines who had experienced many battles were sent to search for a lone mercenary. Even if they could not find it, they could still complete their mission.

Save.

Those Marines who aren't guarding the streets are new recruits; these are veterans who have been here since the beginning of the war in Afghanistan.

Angel, who was lying quietly under the sand, used the friction of the other person's footsteps on the sand to feel the other person's position. She had to escape this hurdle. If she escaped, she would be able to enter the Taliban, and then everything would be easy to handle.

A U.S. soldier used a flashlight to search for possible abnormalities in the yellow sand under his feet, while checking with each other.

"Sir, no situation was found at ten o'clock." A soldier who climbed straight towards Angel's hiding place reported to the leading officer via the radio, saying in a relaxed tone: "I hope there are no scars on this mercenary's face, like that

It will make me feel regretful, ha.”

"Sergeant, be vigilant." came the officer's stern warning: "Once again, this is a top-notch mercenary. If you still want to go home and enjoy the sunshine and beaches of Hawaii, then cheer up."

"Yes sir!" The sergeant closed his mouth and began to imagine the beaches of Hawaii and countless bikini girls on the beaches.

These American soldiers stationed in the Afghan battlefield live in fear all day long. They have to guard against the Taliban, suicide bombers, and rebels. In the streets and alleys, you don’t know who has a bomb strapped to him or who will be there.

He had a rifle hidden on him.

Maybe it was calm one moment, and the next moment an Afghan woman would take out an AK-47 from under her skirt and shoot them wildly; or maybe an old Muslim man would suddenly rush towards them madly and pull off the bomb on his body.

.

The American soldiers who are under great mental pressure all have a common wish: to stay away from this shit-like place!

It's just that if they want to return to the United States from Afghanistan, they must have completed three years, or been injured, and experienced a certain number of battles before they can go back. Those who fail to meet the conditions can only go crazy on the battlefield. So that they can be used in any situation.

Adjusting yourself in any way and imagining beauty is undoubtedly the most exciting way.

The flashlight light shone on the sand under his feet. Just when the sergeant was about to move the flashlight, he suddenly found that the sand under his feet was messy. It was obvious that these were the traces left by the mercenaries, and the enemy was lurking behind him.

Underfoot!

"Shit!" the sergeant cursed, feeling very unfortunate for his experience.

He could no longer enjoy the sunshine and beaches of Hawaii, and could only receive a medal awarded by the United States of America to martyrs.

With a "plop" sound, the sergeant felt his legs being hooked, and then he fell straight onto the sand.

Just when he opened his mouth to scream, the sand surface was suddenly broken open, and a figure rushed towards him. His mouth was covered, and a cold feeling came from his chest.

He could see clearly that there was no scar on the mercenary's face, and she was an out-and-out beautiful girl...

After neatly killing the American soldier, Angel immediately rolled eastward against the sand and lay quietly in the recess formed by two raised sand edges with the help of black cover.

The other two American soldiers who were looking for Angel from the ten o'clock direction immediately noticed the strange movement here. Through the observation of the flashlight, they found that their companion was lying on the ground motionless.

"There's a situation!" A soldier immediately warned his comrades elsewhere and ran toward his comrade lying on the ground with his gun drawn.

There was a "pop" sound, and the soldiers running from the east to support him suddenly tripped over a horizontal log and fell forward in shock.

"puff!"

A sharp saber pierced the main artery of his neck, piercing it directly.

"Tsk..." The blood affected by the pressure of the heart spurted out and hit Angel's face heavily, turning her into a bloody person.

While killing the soldier, Angel held up the M-4 rifle with one hand and shot at the American soldier to the west.

"boom!"

The rifle bullet was shot directly into the soldier's forehead. The body that was hit by the powerful penetration force strangely volleyed backwards in the air while running, and fell heavily to the ground.

"GO! GO! GO!" the U.S. military officer immediately issued the order, leading the remaining nine team members to rush to the ten o'clock position with guns in hand for support.

When they arrived quickly, they saw three former comrades lying there quietly, already three corpses.

"FUCK YOU!" the officer yelled angrily and kicked the sand hard, raising a cloud of dust.

"Chase! Chase! Chase! Kill her!" the order came from the officer's mouth.

"Da da da..." Gunshots rang out, and a string of bullets was fired at them.

"Puff puff!……"

A soldier fell to the ground in response. A bullet hole was made in his thigh by a bullet, and blood gushed out crazily.

"Uh..." The injured soldier fell into the sand and groaned in pain.
To be continued...