Chapter 141

"I thought we could finally show off this baby."

"But damn it all."

"The guy came up for one look and ran off."

"Tell me, isn't that infuriating?"

Niya shot a glare at the big-bearded man whose face was full of regret,

"A war-mongering brute, nothing but violence in his head!"

Then she looked up at the armed helicopter overhead.

"The captain is still the most refined!"

The big-bearded man in the vehicle rolled his eyes,

"Refined?"

"Niya, you're misusing Long Nation adjectives again."

"You haven't seen the captain in a fight?"

"You call that refined?"

"Calling him a thug would be closer..."

Three kilometers away,

the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group,

after absorbing Wolf Blade,

now had a full twenty-one members,

the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group's captain, Modre, was in this area,

frantically searching for any trace of the Silver Snake Mercenary Group.

Suddenly,

the regional communicator in one member's hand buzzed,

after glancing at the incoming message,

a flash of excitement lit the member's eyes.

"Captain!"

"A mercenary group just sent coordinates!"

"They say they spotted the Silver Snake Mercenary Group!"

Hearing this news,

Captain Modre's eyes lit up instantly.

"Where?"

"Are the Silver Snake people on a mission?"

The member answered swiftly,

"Yes!"

"And that mercenary group said—"

"the Silver Snake people are escorting a Bahan Nation supply convoy."

"A full... twenty supply vehicles!"

"Twenty?!"

Hearing that number,

not only did Modre let out a vicious laugh,

the other members all wore strange expressions too.

"Hiss... one group daring to escort twenty supply vehicles?"

"Are the Silver Snake people out of their minds?"

"The Menjuedui Society will tear them apart!"

After thinking it over for a moment,

Modre instinctively asked,

"Did Silver Snake deploy the whole group?"

"How much firepower?"

The member glanced at the communicator,

looked up and answered.

"Didn't say."

"Just that Silver Snake brought some pretty heavy firepower this time."

Pretty heavy?

Modre laughed at once,

just pretty heavy!

No matter how heavy, how strong could it possibly be?

Could it hold off several mercenary groups attacking together?

"Ha! He's gone to his head!"

"That captain of theirs thinks he's tough, so he's definitely gone to his head!"

"Thinking everyone fears him, so he dares escort twenty supply vehicles in one go?"

"Still too young, after all..."

Modler analyzed it from a psychological perspective,

and quickly gave the order with delight.

"Send a message to the other two mercenary groups!"

"Send them the coordinates!"

"Twenty supply trucks, commissions worth tens of millions—enough for us to split."

"But... heh!"

"That guy's head belongs only to us, Wild Wolves!"

After speaking,

Modler, brimming with spirit, led over twenty members,

rushing urgently toward the coordinates.

He and the Silver Snake Mercenary Group were old enemies.

In the deserts of the Middle East, on the seas of Western Europe,

they had encountered each other several times.

Almost every time, they had fled in disgrace.

Even when they first arrived in Jasha to launch a surprise attack,

the other side had still killed four of their members.

This grudge had been brewing in his heart for a very, very long time.

Tonight,

he had finally found his chance!

And to be safe,

even though Wild Wolves already had over twenty members,

he still chose to ally with the other two mercenary groups.

The commission could be shared.

But the head,

he would take!

"Almost there, almost there!"

Gazing at the desert before him,

Modler, moving swiftly, felt immense excitement in his heart.

From the left and right flanks,