1651: C1651 Rain in Sand

C1651 Rain in Sand

No one could say for sure why the large sandstorm around the Shule Ancient City had originated from.

He only knew that thirty years ago, when the sandstorm had engulfed the Shule Ancient City, it had periodically experienced a sandstorm and did not stop.

If observed by meteorological satellite, a dynamic image is formed.

One could see that within a radius of a hundred kilometers from the Shule Ancient City, a demonic wind blew continuously from the southeast to the northwest.

It was this demonic wind that caused the Taklimakan Desert to expand at a speed of ten meters per year in the northwest direction.

Perhaps in tens of thousands of years, the central region of the entire Asian continent would turn into a desert.

Who could say?

What happened ten thousand years later was too long, and he only wanted to see the morning and night.

A hundred kilometers away.

It didn't take long to drive an ordinary car at full speed. It only took half an hour.

Even if it was short, it was not short either. Beijing's east and west stretched for hundreds of kilometers. Most people would have to walk for a day and a night just by relying on their two legs.

He wanted to travel 100 kilometers against the wind and sand.

No one could do it.

Even a monster wouldn't do.

At most, Lee Nanfang had to rely on Lao Hei's eagerness to find a safe haven to travel 20 kilometers.

He needed to rest for a while before he could do something like killing someone in the dark.

Without the Black Dragon on him, if he wanted to rely on his own power to travel a hundred kilometers of wind and sand, that would be even more foolish.

These mercenaries received a call from Lao Hei, saying that they were very confused when the operation was cancelled today.

Of course Lao Hei wouldn't tell them. He only said that he was scared off after hearing the name "Mr. Gao". He only said that he had observed the sky at night and realized that today's matters weren't suitable.

This made the foreign mercenaries who finally arrived in China very angry.

Do you think you, Lao Hei Ye, can destroy the plan to smuggle a satellite just because you have worked it out with great difficulty?

Thus, the leader of the mercenaries made a call back to the top of the mountain, adding fuel to the fire.

America Peak's response was that it would spare no cost to escort the satellite away within 12 hours, so if necessary, no one would be left alive.

It was this order that made Lao Hei, who had a slim chance of survival, completely lose his chance of survival.

As a result, many of the mercenaries excitedly drove their vehicles towards the Shule Ancient City, then sorrowfully encountered the sandstorm that would last for more than ten hours.

The group of mercenaries who were only in charge of external support never considered stepping into the Taklimakan Desert.

Therefore, they were not familiar with the natural environment around the Shule Ancient City, and did not know that this sandstorm would last for more than ten hours.

As a mercenary, he was an existence that could rival the elite troops of the world.

How could a little wind and sand stop them from moving forward?

This group of people charged forward without any hesitation. When they were finally surrounded by the sandstorm, they were completely dumbfounded.

The leader regretted that he hadn't told his superiors about Lao Hei. If he hadn't slandered Lao Hei behind his back, he wouldn't have had the order to send away the satellite within 12 hours.

This order was like a sharp sword that hung over their heads.

If they kept charging forward, they would still be able to survive.

However, if they turned back, the lowest punishment would be leaving behind a complete corpse.

After the team of 12 didn't want to move forward in the sandstorm, they had no choice but to get off the vehicle and move forward with the two temporarily rented minivans.

This kind of bread made in China would not be able to withstand the sandstorm.

It's not a big deal, at most.

However, if they met with a small hurricane, the entire car and the people inside would fly into the sky, how unfair would that be?

Thus, the car could no longer be driven.

The only thing they could do was line up in a long line and tie themselves up with ropes. They could only rely on the front of the van to block the wind and sand while pushing the van forward on foot.

The sun set in the west, and for several hours they marched against the wind.

Even the most elite troops would have their fighting strength greatly reduced.

The leader saw that if this continued, even if he caught up to Lao Hei, his men would not have any ability to deal with the crisis. He could only helplessly give the order to find a place to rest for the night.

Hearing their boss's order, many of the team members wanted to cheer loudly.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he took a big gulp of sand and gritted his teeth bitterly. He quickly found a place to stop and drank his saliva to rinse his mouth.

However, people's lives were always being governed by the heavens in an indescribable manner.

Just like the famous taxi theory, when you didn't want to take a taxi, empty cars flew by, and when you were in a hurry to leave, the taxi wanted to protect the animals for a long time without being able to see them.

This group of mercenaries had also been taken advantage of by the heavens.

Previously, he had wholeheartedly focused on rushing forward and had not noticed the Wind Avoiding Gobi that could be seen everywhere on the road.

Now, he wanted to stop, but he couldn't even see a slightly taller sand dune.

After another two hours of trekking, when they finally found a suitable shelter, could the excitement in their hearts be described by words?

Of course not.

However, even if words could not describe it, they still wanted to cheer out loud to express the joy in their hearts.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he gulped down a mouthful of sand and once again walked forward while clenching his teeth.

Finally, after more than ten minutes of arduous preparation, in a small safe haven surrounded by Gobi and two vans, all the mercenaries finally had the chance to take out their canteens and rinse their mouths to feel the meaning of life.

When everyone was free from the torment of the sand and dust and was considering how to fix it on the spot, a drop of cold water suddenly fell on someone's face.

"Is it raining?"

The man wiped his face and looked up at the sky.

As a result, the dust got in her eyes, making her understand that it was impossible for rain to fall in such a place.

If it wasn't rain, then what was that liquid that fell on his cheek?

It seemed sticky.

While the man was cleaning the dust from his eyes, he was also thinking about how the weather was not like bird poop on his face.

The mercenary leader shouted into everyone's ears, "Blood! It's blood! Everyone be on your guard!"

Yes, blood.

It was the twenty-centimeter long sword in Lee Nanfang's hand. When it stabbed into someone's throat, the blood that was brought out flew with the wind and sand. Before it dried up, it fell on someone's face.

Lee Nanfang had always thought that the best time to kill someone was at night.

Only in the dark night could the blood of those damned people not scare the good people living in the sunlight.

A subordinate of Lao Hei who had wrapped up half of himself in a sleeping bag and buried himself in a pile of sand. Perhaps he was dreaming of the wonderful scene of him playing the Ten Daughters of the Night.

Suddenly, a knife pierced his throat.

Then, with a peaceful smile, she disappeared without a sound.

He died very peacefully, without any pain, and without the fear before his death.

This caused Lee Nanfang, who had killed him, to feel no guilt at all.

My aunt often said "more than eighteen painless death methods," is there a human in the dream to pierce the throat this one?

Maybe.

But that's not important.

Lee Nanfang became even more spirited when he thought of his aunt.

He originally thought that after experiencing so many things, if he were to use the Black Dragon's strength again, he would no longer be exhausted.

After all, Boss Lee felt that his spiritual energy had grown a lot.

Unfortunately, when he finally poked his head out of the big truck, although he still had the strength to release a sand scorpion and open his eyes wide in search of a target, he quickly fell asleep under the truck.

Fortunately, the guards were not in the habit of checking the chassis.

Fortunately, these people had lived in the harmless and safe underground Shule Ancient City and had lost their sense of danger.

Only then did Lee Nanfang sleep for three to four hours, and he was still living well.

In order to thank them, Lee Nanfang turned himself into a ghost and quietly sent them to another world.

Otherwise, based on his temper, he would pull out his gun, aim it at the gas tanks of the surrounding cars, and pull the trigger. Then, while the group struggled in the sea of fire, he would leisurely drive away in the huge vehicle behind him.

At the end of the day, giving them the middle finger was also a must.

Their negligence was exchanged for Boss Lee's benevolence.

When Boss Lee thought of Aunt Yue while he was being merciful, he would think of the scene where his aunt was feeling extreme grief and despair due to her Qingshan Women's Prison.

He quickly completed his mission and returned to his aunt's embrace. He held his sister in his arms and chatted about how great he, Little Nephew, was to snatch back the satellite from the tens of thousands of troops.

How could that life not be good?

With the motivation to live, it was natural to work even harder.

Among Lao Hei's 30 men, other than the two who were napping at the highest point of the Gobi Desert Port with their heads down, the rest of them died peacefully in their cars and in the sandstorm.2

Lao Hei didn't die.

Because he was the boss.

As a leader, he had more preferential treatment than the masses.

Lee Nanfang also wanted to let Lao Hei live a little longer.

However, there was nothing Lao Hei could do about it.

Lao Hei, who had slept all day, got up and peed while Lee Nanfang was sneakily going to the top of the desert to deal with the last two people.

As soon as he got off the car, Lao Hei was startled by a white shadow with half of his body, without even unbuckling his belt.

The shadow seemed to have been hanging on the gecko's gecko.

If it was daytime or when the light was sufficient, Lao Hei would definitely be able to tell that it was a white shirt.

Lee Nanfang was afraid of dirtying the tunic that had finally arrived, so he took it off and put it aside, revealing the White Shirt inside.

"What the hell!"

Lao Hei asked subconsciously, destroying Boss Lee's beauty of sending people away in silence.

Without bothering to curse black people who destroyed art, Lee Nanfang jumped to the top of the desert.

The two guards were still confused by the sound of their boss's voice when they felt a cold breeze blowing into their necks. The strength in their bodies slowly drained out from the location where the wind had entered their bodies.

"Bang!" "Bam!"

The sound of two bodies landing on the ground also woke Lao Hei up.

This fellow was truly an amazing person.

After realising his own situation in an instant, he didn't waste any time yelling or kicking his subordinates to fight back.

With a height of 1.9 meters and a weight of 290 kilograms, he dashed into the driver's seat of the large truck at a speed that completely didn't match his own. He ignited the engine, stepped on the throttle, and madly fled.

Lao Hei's idea was very simple.

No matter who it was, they had already exposed their location.

His trusted subordinates would definitely wake up immediately and engage in a fierce battle with the exposed enemy.

The period of time his lackey blocked that God of Slaughter, it was enough for him to drive his car and escape in the wind for tens of thousands of miles.

What he did not expect was that his subordinates had already lost the chance to stop him long before he woke up.

The night was dark and the wind was strong. The lights of the headlights caused a visual difference, making Lao Hei unable to see the situation behind him.

He didn't even bother to look at it. All he could do was step on the throttle and accelerate.

Who knew that even before the big boss could move at full speed, a dozen figures appeared under the light of the lamps in front of them?

"An enemy helper!"

Lao Hei decided on the identity of the group of people in front of him, then he took out his gun from his waist.

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