173: C173 Langford

C173 Langford

Instructor Crocodile came to the principal's office of Hunter School, Ross.

"Come in!"

A deep voice came out of the office, full of energy and helplessness.

"Why didn't you stop what happened last night in time!?"

"Principal! After yesterday's training, I did sleep earlier. It was my dereliction of duty!"

Instructor Crocodile knew that what happened last night had put Principal Ross in a very passive position. His words were full of apology.

"Do you want me to explain it in front of them? Do you think they can accept it?"

Speaking up to this point, Principal Ross's emotions were somewhat agitated as he continued to speak.

"They value this matter very much. I have decided to let you take a leave. There will be a new chief instructor to replace you soon!"

When Instructor Crocodile heard this, his expression changed and he almost lost his balance. This result was really out of his expectations.

From Principal Ross's helpless expression, Instructor Crocodile understood that he could not change this fact and said with a smile.

"Okay Principal, I should also accompany my family. If you need anything, call me at any time!"

After saying that, Instructor Crocodile turned around and left the office.

Looking at Crocodile's back as he left, Ross, who did not smoke all year long, lit a cigar. He took a deep breath and thought about how to explain this incident to them.

Principal Ross also felt reluctant to part with Instructor Crocodile's departure. It could be said that without Instructor Crocodile, there wouldn't be the current Hunter School.

But now, he felt helpless as well. After all, what happened last night had shocked the entire world.

In the past years, the M Country had been a dominant existence in the international arena. However, just yesterday, the M Country was completely wiped out in the competition held by the Hunter School, which was controlled by their own country. This incident had even angered the higher ups of the M Country.

As an enterprise of the M Country, as well as the contractor of the Hunter School, the Blue Water Company naturally couldn't escape from the responsibility. They had more or less understood what happened last night. When they found out that the special combat team member of the M Country could no longer participate in the selection, their hearts were filled with anger.

The military of the M Country had given the Blue Water Company a death order. No matter what method they used, they could not allow any student from any country to graduate from the Hunter School this year.

In order to achieve this goal, the Blue Water Company could only replace the current chief instructor and find a suitable candidate. There was only one condition, and this person had to be ferocious enough.

In the middle of a desert in the middle of the Middle East, the sun was scorching hot. The sand on the ground was so hot that it couldn't stand up. However, on this barren desert, a pair of mercenary wearing camouflage nets pointed their guns at the road not far away.

"Boss! Target found! 2,000 meters away!"

"Good! Prepare to move!"

The one who spoke was the leader of the mercenary, Randolph, who was ranked in the top three in the world. In terms of brutality, he had played it to the extreme. Currently, he was leading his legion to carry out a kidnapping mission.

After listening to Randolph's orders, the mercenary pulled their guns.

Through the scope, a line of cars slowly drove out. The people sitting in the cars were the nuclear experts of the Y Country. In the International Conference that had just ended, he had withdrawn from the conference due to dissatisfaction with the M Country's sanctions, and was now on his way back.

Two deafening explosions were heard. The leading road vehicle had been blown into the air by the shock waves.

Before everyone could understand what was going on, out of the eight cars in the convoy, seven of them had been directly blown up by the large-caliber anti-equipment guns. More than half of the guards had been injured. The expert's car was stuck in the middle, unable to move.

Through the bulletproof glass window, the expert saw a terrifying scene. Four Mountain Cats full terrain cars drove over from both sides of the car, and the Gatling machine gun in the car continuously spat out flames. Bullets were as dense as bullet bullets, and the guards outside the car kept falling.

The 40 plus guards in the car did not even have the chance to fight back before they were turned into sieves. Their hope was shattered just like that.

In the blink of an eye, the Mountain Cat off-road vehicle had arrived in the middle of the convoy. More than 10 militants walked towards the bulletproof vehicle with smiles on their faces.1

"Lock the door!"

Holding the already panic-stricken wife tightly, the expert shouted at the driver.

The expert also knew that his car was a bulletproof car. Even a large caliber anti-equipment gun might not be able to break the thick bulletproof glass. Now, as long as they could buy as much time and wait for the rescue team to arrive, perhaps they still had a chance of survival.

The leading militant got out of the car with a smile. He took out the pistol in his leg and continuously pulled the trigger at the convoy and the remaining guards who were still breathing. The blood splashed onto the bulletproof glass, scaring the expert lady to cry out in alarm.

The leader of the mercenary was Randolph. He was known as the most vicious leader of the European Department.

Randolph knocked on the bulletproof glass window and made a gesture of opening the door.

The glass was a one-way glass. Although he could not see the scene inside the car, he was sure that the people inside were looking at him in panic.

After waiting for ten seconds, Randolph saw no signs of the door opening. He smiled at the car. Then he looked at the armed men behind him with killing intent.

The militants behind understood what he meant. They took out two packs of C4 explosives from their bags and stuck them on the bulletproof glass. Randolph smiled and stretched out his hand to make a countdown.

The experts never dreamed that the militants in front of them would be so cruel. If these two explosives really exploded, everyone in the car would lose their lives.

Seeing that the countdown of the leading militant was about to end, and then looking at the panicked wife in his arms, the expert pressed the unlock button on the door.

A clear unlocking sound rang out. Randolph immediately pressed the pause button in his hand and pretended to be a gentleman as he opened the door and made a welcoming gesture.

"No!"

A painful cry came from the car, and the expert's wife left behind tears of reluctance.

He looked back at his lover in the car and walked towards the lynx. He had no choice but to use this method to exchange for his family's lives.

Hearing the woman's voice in the car, the armed men couldn't help but take a look at her.

"This woman is taking good care of herself! What do you think she tastes like!?"

A black mercenary with a deep scar on his face revealed an evil smile.

"Let them go! Otherwise, I'll bite my tongue and commit suicide!"

When the expert saw this scene, he shouted in despair.

Scarface couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

"In fact, it's the same price if you're alive or dead."

After hearing this, the expert collapsed to the ground. At this time, he had completely lost the unyielding style of the venue.

"Enough! Just bear with it for now! There are already tools prepared for us to solve this problem, but we haven't experienced the unique characteristics of desert culture yet! I'll give you a try today!"

Upon hearing the boss's words, the smile on the face of the Black mercenary, Scarface, became even deeper. He closed the car door in a flash and pulled the specialist onto the off-road vehicle.

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