Chapter 1009: Fighting Violence with Violence

The white leader was silent for a moment, a flash of ruthlessness crossing his eyes before he deliberately hid it away in an instant.

He suddenly stepped forward and patted He Yuzhu on the shoulder, his tone as warm as that of brothers who had known each other for years.

"Brother, the risk of you driving into the city alone is too great. Our mission this time is not a high priority, so why not let us escort you into the city to ensure your safety along the way? It's just that I have many brothers under my command, could you spare fifty thousand US dollars as a fee for our trouble?"

He Yuzhu saw through it clearly.

These bastards were clearly planning to swallow him, his vehicle, and his money all in one go.

He did not expose them on the spot, intending to wait and see what other tricks they could play. He deliberately squeezed a look of difficulty onto his face, pretending to be extremely reluctant.

"Officer, this price is truly too high. This money was entrusted to me by the company for safekeeping..."

The white leader interrupted him directly.

"There are two paths before you. One is that we take action directly, and you lose both your life and your wealth; the second is that you just hand over fifty thousand US dollars, and you enter the city safely. Plus, you can ride in our tank; it's very comfortable inside."

He Yuzhu sneered inwardly.

If they had the ability to tear off the mask and take action, why waste so much time with this duplicity?

He knew clearly that the other party was not dull.

The Gray Wolf Mercenary Group had been subcontracting tasks for the Black Stone Group for years. Having just heard He Yuzhu invoke the name of the Black Stone Group, the leader had long been suspicious and had sent people to quietly verify his identity early on.

The constant stalling and maneuvering right now was just to wait for his men to send back the investigation results.

This point also made He Yuzhu secretly vigilant.

He pretended to be casually curious and asked: "Do you have air conditioning in your tanks?"

A mercenary nearby immediately sneered, his tone sarcastic: "Not only do we have air conditioning, but there are also girls inside specifically to give you massages."

He Yuzhu could not fathom the calculations of this group, so he moved his feet slowly toward the two Bao 2 Tanks, his mouth still probing incessantly.

"What is the name of this tank model of yours? It looks quite imposing. Compared to the main battle tanks of M Country, which is stronger and which is weaker?"

A short white mercenary answered: "This is a tank produced in our Europe. Whether it can beat M Military tanks depends on the model; if it's equipment from the same production period, ours doesn't fall behind at all."

He Yuzhu smiled slightly and continued to ask: "You are European mercenaries, right? What is your team's name? If I have difficulties in the future, it will be easy to find you for cooperation."

"We are the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group," the short mercenary blurted out.

The white leader glared fiercely at this subordinate, annoyed that he had been loose-lipped and leaked the secret.

He Yuzhu did not stop his pace, continuing to approach the tanks, and casually threw out a new condition: "If you execute a complete mission, is one hundred thousand US dollars enough?"

The short mercenary scoffed: "That bit of money isn't even enough to fill the gaps in our teeth. Deploying a tank starts at a minimum of two million US dollars."

He Yuzhu was getting closer and closer to the tanks, preparing to seize the opportunity to act.

Just at this moment, a tall and thin white mercenary rushed over from a truck and whispered a few words into the white leader's ear.

After hearing the news, the white leader's eyes turned suddenly cold, and he issued an order sharply: "Kill him! This guy is a fraud!"

He Yuzhu instantly understood that the identity verification of the other party had yielded results.

His mind stirred.

The two Bao 2 Tanks, along with all the mercenaries in the vicinity, vanished into thin air!

Only shallow tire and tread marks remained on the ground, and a few wisps of dust drifted slowly, taking a long time to settle.

The mercenaries on the three trucks had all originally gotten off and were gathered around the tanks to watch the excitement.

Those close by were taken into the Storage Space along with their equipment; the remaining mercenaries in the distance witnessed this scene with their own eyes, all standing frozen on the spot, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Tanks and dozens of people disappearing into thin air was simply beyond their comprehension.

None of them had a firm grip on their firearms; they had never expected such a bizarre turn of events to occur.

Several mercenaries rubbed their eyes hard, feeling that they were suffering from heatstroke under the scorching sun of Somalia and having hallucinations.

The distance between the tanks and the trucks was no more than twenty or thirty meters.

He Yuzhu sprinted forward, taking the three trucks and the remaining mercenaries near the vehicles into his Storage Space.

He scanned his surroundings, and only one mercenary who had been hiding in the distance to relieve himself was lucky enough to remain outside.

He Yuzhu flicked his wrist, and a Flying Knife whistled out, piercing precisely into the back of the man's head.

The mercenary let out a muffled grunt and fell straight into the murky ditch by the side of the road.

It all happened in a few short seconds.

On the wilderness, only the tracks left by the tank treads remained, along with He Yuzhu's lonely off-road vehicle parked to the side.

He Yuzhu spat hard onto the ground.

"A bunch of bastards, do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

He pondered for a moment, took his own off-road vehicle into the space as well, and then with a thought, released one Bao 2 main battle tank.

Inside the tank, two mechanics were still in a state of unconsciousness and could not react immediately.

He Yuzhu quickly climbed into the cockpit, snapped their necks one by one, and tossed the corpses onto the sandy ground by the roadside.

The scorching noon sun of Somalia burned down, and the heat inside the sealed tank cabin was terrifying, with the temperature exceeding fifty degrees Celsius, just like a steamer; staying inside for long would easily lead to heatstroke and collapse.

Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped continuously down He Yuzhu's chin.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his face, took a large amount of ice packs from the space, stuffed them into the gaps in the cabin walls, and laid a layer on the driver's seat, barely managing to lower the temperature inside the cabin.

He started the engine.

The Bao 2 Tank erupted with a dull, deep roar, the vehicle body lunged forward abruptly, and it sped toward the city of Afugoye.

On both sides of the road in Afugoye, the wrecks of buses burned down to nothing but iron frames could be seen everywhere.

Dried-up gullies spanned the roadside, and inside the gullies lay corpses in camouflage uniforms in a jumbled mess; some had fallen face down on the ground, while others had incomplete bodies.

The earth was stained with large patches of dark red—that was dried, blackened blood.

A square ahead was piled high with corpses; if the tank wanted to continue forward, it had no choice but to roll directly over the remains.

On the withered tree branches, highly decomposed corpses were still hanging. It was no exaggeration to call this place a living hell.

He Yuzhu carefully maneuvered the tank, trying his best to find gaps to pass through.

The Tank continued to advance forward, and He Yuzhu looked through the driver's forward periscope to see a local woman wrapped in a headscarf cowering behind a sheet-metal barrier, clutching two young children tightly in her arms.

There were quite a few people hiding in the low houses, but none of them dared to speak, all watching the Tank with hateful eyes.

Just at this moment, the roar of a truck engine came from ahead.

He Yuzhu rotated the turret, aiming the muzzle toward the approaching path, and a First Team of white mercenaries appeared in his field of vision.

He did not have a shred of hesitation.

"Boom!"

The main gun fired with a roar, and the truck was instantly blown over onto the ground.

The mercenaries on the vehicle suffered heavy casualties, and shrill wails rose one after another.

Several hours earlier.

Lukasi, the leader of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, led over two hundred subordinates, seven or eight Tanks, and two helicopters to defeat the Temporary Government's army, then completely occupied this small town and thoroughly blockaded this Huaxia-aided hospital in Afugoye.

After the troops surrounded the hospital, the mercenaries killed everyone they saw, with extreme cruelty.

Several black security guards fell one after another, and the Dean, Lao Zhong, made a prompt decision to organize all the doctors in the hospital to retreat to a large warehouse at the back of the hospital to hold their ground.

The leader Lukasi was over one meter eighty tall, bald, and had an AK47 slung diagonally across his back.

He stormed into the hospital grounds, roaring continuously as he searched for his target.

"Where is Doctor Liu?"