Chapter 70

"I thought I could let this baby make an appearance."

"But damn it."

"They came up, took one look, and ran away."

"Don't you think that's infuriating?"

Niya glared at the bearded man who was full of regret,

"You violent war-man with nothing but violence in your brain!"

Then she looked up at the armed helicopter overhead.

"The Captain is still the most elegant!"

The bearded man in the car rolled his eyes,

"Elegant?"

"Niya, you're misusing Dragon Country adjectives again."

"Haven't you seen the Captain when he fights?"

"Can that be called elegant?"

"Thug would be more like it..."

3 kilometers away,

the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group,

after absorbing Wolf Blade,

now had a full 21 members.

The Wild Wolf Mercenary Group Captain, Modeler, was in this area,

frantically searching for the traces of the Silver Snake Mercenary Group.

Suddenly,

the regional communicator in a team member's hand vibrated.

After glancing at the message sent,

the team member's eyes instantly became excited.

"Captain!"

"A mercenary group sent a coordinate!"

"They said they discovered the Silver Snake Mercenary Group!"

Hearing this news,

Captain Modeler's eyes instantly lit up.

"Where?"

"Is Silver Snake doing a mission?"

The team member answered quickly,

"Yes!"

"And that mercenary group said"

"Silver Snake is escorting a Batan supply convoy."

"A full... 20 supply trucks!"

"20 trucks???"

Hearing this quantity,

not only did Modeler sneer,

but the other team members also all showed strange expressions.

"Hiss... a single team dares to escort 20 supply trucks?"

"Are the Silver Snake people crazy?"

"They will definitely be torn to shreds by various mercenary groups!"

Modeler thought for a moment,

and asked subconsciously.

"Is Silver Snake out in full force?"

"How much firepower do they have?"

The team member glanced at the communicator,

and looked up to answer.

"Didn't say."

"Just said Silver Snake's firepower this time is a bit strong."

A bit strong?

Modeler laughed instantly.

Just a bit strong!

How strong could it be?

Could it withstand the joint attack of several mercenary groups?

"Haha! They're hot-headed!"

"Their Captain thinks he's very strong, he's definitely hot-headed!"

"Thinking everyone is afraid of him, so he dares to escort 20 supply trucks at once?"

"As expected, still too young..."

Modeler analyzed it from a psychological perspective,

and soon ordered happily.

"Send a message to the other 2 mercenary groups!"

"Send the coordinates to them!"

"20 supply trucks, tens of millions in commissions, enough for us to split."

"However... hehe!"

"That guy's head can only be our Wild Wolf's!"

After saying that,

Modeler, in high spirits, took his 20-plus team members

and rushed toward the coordinate point.

He and the Silver Snake Mercenary Group were old enemies.

In the Middle Eastern desert, on the Western European seas,

they had encountered each other several times.

Almost every time, they had fled in a sorry state,

and even when they first arrived in Gasha for a sneak attack,

they had also had 4 team members killed by the other side.

This foul breath had been pent up in his heart for a long, long time.

Tonight,

he finally found an opportunity!

And to be safe,

even though Wild Wolf now had 20-plus people,

he still chose to join forces with the other two mercenary groups.

The commission could be split.

But the head,

he had to take it!

"Almost there, almost there!"

Looking at the desert before him,

Modeler, moving quickly, was incredibly excited.

From the left and right flanks,

he could already see the figures of the other two mercenary groups he had called running.

And ahead,

after crossing that sand dune,

they would be able to reach Silver Snake's coordinates.

Faintly,

they could already hear, from behind that sand dune,

a rumbling sound.

Hearing this sound,

Modeler felt even more joyful.

"Such a big commotion..."

"It seems it really is a big convoy!"

"Really... not afraid of death?"

With a joyful mood,

he excitedly gave instructions to his team members.

"Everyone, open your weapon safeties for me!"

"In a moment, as long as you see the Silver Snake guys,"

"don't say a word, just fight them hard!"

"Move fast!"

"If you're slow, the heads will be snatched by others!"

The commission for destroying the supply trucks would definitely have to be split with the other 2 mercenary groups.

But the commission for the heads,

whoever gets them, gets them.

If he could take revenge while

also getting a large sum of money,

it couldn't be happier!

Thinking of this,

Modeler felt that his whole body was full of strength,

and even his running steps became light.

Close, close!

Finally,

they crossed the sand dune in front of them,

Click-clack!

Modeler pulled the bolt of his gun,

and howled toward the sky.

"Hahaha!"

"Damn! They're really here!"

"Kill them for me!!!"

"Give me..."

"???"

Modeler, who was in the lead, stood on top of the sand dune,

and looking at the scene before him, he directly stalled,

completely bewildered.

???

He muttered subconsciously,

"Holy crap?"

"Why the hell is there an armed helicopter???"

Before his eyes,

in the low altitude almost parallel to his line of sight,

an armed helicopter was circling quietly.

His first reaction was,

could it be that the Yilie military discovered the convoy,

and sent an armed helicopter to encircle and suppress them?

But looking down again,

he was instantly stunned.

On the flat sandy ground below,

a convoy was moving forward happily,

and in that convoy,

there were several tanks and armored vehicles...

escorting?

Yes! Definitely escorting!

And behind him,

the other team members who had already reached the sand dune,

looking at the eerie scene before them,

were also all bewildered.

"???"

"What's going on?"

"Why is there an armed helicopter?"

"Holy crap, there are tanks too!"

"This scene isn't right."

"Captain..."

"Are we still killing them?"

The team member asked blankly.

Just now the Captain had said confidently that they would fight hard when they came,

now the bullets were loaded,

are we going to do it?

And similarly,

from the places where the two mercenary groups on the flanks were located,

came sounds of bewilderment as well.

"Eh? What's the meaning of this armored convoy?"

"Damn... did we run to the wrong place?"

"Holy crap! This is called 'firepower is a bit strong'?"

"This is basically an army, okay!"

Modeler was also stunned,

but the next moment,

Click-clack!

He was instantly startled into a cold sweat by a sound of gentle rotation,

and without thinking,