Chapter 794: The System Has a New Function

Those Shiqi people walked with extreme caution, one of whom was tracking along the footprints.

He Yuzhu secretly pondered: This group is ruthless enough to track me here just by footprints. It seems the soldier buried earlier has already been dug up by them, and most likely, he is dead. Coming back now, it shouldn't be because the vault was discovered, but to seek revenge.

However, in the flat desert with not even a piece of cover, wanting to wipe out the opponent in one go is quite difficult.

He Yuzhu pulled the trigger first.

"Bang!" With the sound of a gunshot, the person in the very front collapsed in response.

He quickly shifted the muzzle, fired two more shots, and two others fell to the ground one after another.

But just at this moment, the remaining enemies reacted extremely quickly, and dense firepower instantly pressed toward him; bullets pattered against the sand dune, sending sand flying and pinning him down so he couldn't lift his head at all.

He Yuzhu could only quickly retreat to the bottom of the sand dune.

A bright idea struck him, and he asked in his mind: "System, System—this ghostly desert has loose geology, can I rely on tunneling to get behind the enemy?"

The System responded: "Host, you can. Moving one hundred meters costs ten kilograms of gold."

"So expensive," He Yuzhu cursed inwardly, but then he thought, having just seized over ninety tons of gold, this bit of money is nothing. Encountering this group of Babylonian Special Forces in the open desert, with their accurate marksmanship and heavy firepower, one would be riddled with holes the moment they poked their head out. With this function, what is there to fear?

He immediately said: "System, take me behind them."

No sooner had he spoken than he felt a wave of dizziness.

When he opened his eyes again, his position had changed—he had indeed arrived twenty or thirty meters behind the enemy, hiding in a tunnel.

With this ability, desert warfare had instead become his home field.

"System, System," He Yuzhu couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you tell me you had this function before?"

"Host, you didn't have it before. After contributing the Ancient Divine Jade last time, the System's overall functions were upgraded."

He Yuzhu felt a stir in his heart: Xu Damao, Hu Bayi, Wang Pangzi, Dajinya, regardless of anything else, this piece of jade was a gift from you all, which means you helped me a great deal. In the future, I will definitely return the favor with a fortune.

Just at this moment, on the side of the Babylonian Special Forces, the leader spoke: "That person should have been killed. Everyone, charge with me."

Before the words had even faded.

"Pfft—" A muffled sound.

The leader was struck by a bullet right in the center of his back, his body stiffened violently, and he collapsed with a crash.

"There's someone behind us!" a Babylonian Special Force soldier screamed.

He Yuzhu's second shot followed closely: "Pfft—"

The person who shouted was shot in the back of the head and also fell straight down.

The remaining people, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, all flopped down into the sand with a rustle.

He Yuzhu held his breath, aimed again, and took down another guy who was turning his head to raise his gun.

But those dozen or so people were well-trained after all, not a disorganized mob.

They quickly turned their guns, and bullets poured toward He Yuzhu's direction like a rainstorm.

He Yuzhu was unhurried, and he whispered: "System, move to the flank!"

"Whoosh—" His vision blurred again.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already thirty meters to the side of these people.

The remaining dozen or so people were driven to desperation, frantically stood up, formed a circle, and fired wildly in all directions.

"Rat-tat-tat—" The Submachine Gun roared.

Four people screamed and fell, and the rest hurriedly flopped back to the ground.

He Yuzhu kept changing his position.

A soldier shouted in terror in a language he couldn't understand: "We are surrounded! They have tunnels!"

A cold sneer curled the corner of He Yuzhu's mouth, and he raised his hand to throw two Hand Grenades.

"Boom! Boom!"

With two explosions, several more people were sent flying into the sky.

Next, He Yuzhu's figure was like a ghost, constantly flashing behind them, one shot for one person, continuously knocking down several people until not a single sound could be heard in the desert.

The wind blew, and the yellow sand covered the bloodstains.

He Yuzhu didn't rush to leave; he picked out a few intact military uniforms to strip off, and then collected all the corpses into his space.

He ran wildly into the distance for a while and discovered two military trucks parked by the road.

His heart warmed, and he immediately turned back.

The few people in the cave had long been awakened by the sound of gunfire—or to be precise, they were scared awake by Gao Dayong.

Hearing the gunshots outside, Gao Dayong was scared out of his wits; how could he dare to guard the cave entrance?

He scrambled back into the cave and called everyone up.

Hearing that over a dozen enemies had come to ambush them, the four of them broke out in a cold sweat.

Lao Qiao stuttered as he spoke, yet he kept muttering: "It's over, it's over... They must have found the two people we buried, they've come for revenge..."

As soon as He Yuzhu entered the cave and saw their pale faces, he shouted directly: "Let's go! A group of pursuers just came, and I took care of them all. There are vehicles outside, let's go quickly!"

The few of them couldn't stop trembling all over.

"Quick!" He Yuzhu commanded in a low voice.

Lao Qiao subconsciously turned back to reach for his pile of things.

He Yuzhu grabbed him: "Your life is what matters, forget the things!"

Lao Qiao froze for a moment, his face twisting in pain, but he still threw the things down.

The group ran desperately toward the roadside.

Their feet slipped in the desert, stepping deep and shallow, and it took them a full twenty minutes to reach the vehicles.

Two trucks, East German W50s, with decent performance.

He Yuzhu jumped into the driver's seat to test them; the power was strong, and he nodded in satisfaction.

He Yuzhu got out of the car, threw a Hand Grenade into another carriage, and tossed the clothes he had stripped off the Revolutionary Guard to a few people: "Put these on. From today on, we are the Babylon Revolutionary Guard."

Liu Xiaoqiang hesitated and said: "But we don't look like them..."

"Smear some dirt on your faces, it won't be much different." He Yuzhu's tone was flat, yet it revealed a streak of ruthlessness, "If we really can't blend in, then we'll fight our way through."

He took out a few more Pistols and shoved one into each person's hand: "Take them. Let Liu Xiaoqiang teach you how to use them on the road. Practice from now on, otherwise, you'll only be destined to be shot dead."

Lao Qiao took the gun, his hands shaking like a sieve.

Liu Xiaoqiang took a deep breath, raised the gun, and said in a deep voice: "Watch me, and learn from me."

After getting into the car, He Yuzhu floored the gas pedal and charged forward frantically.

This car was indeed good; it ran with exceptional vigor.

After about an hour or so, they actually reached the edge of the desert.

He Yuzhu had expected to run into a checkpoint, but the road was completely unobstructed.

This meant that the matter of the vault had not yet been exposed.

The other side had only sent a First Team of special forces to pursue them, likely to investigate the helicopter explosion and the whereabouts of those soldiers.

Once the car reached the actual highway, Lao Qiao finally let out a long breath: "Thank heavens, we finally escaped... He Dazhu, where exactly are we going?"

He Yuzhu glanced out the car window: "I've looked at the map; it's still about 125 kilometers from here to the coast. The road isn't easy to travel, so it will take about two or three hours to get there. Once we reach the port, I plan to hijack a ship, and we'll leave by sea."

Liu Xiaoqiang's eyes lit up: "Dazhu, you are too amazing! Are you a spy?"

He Yuzhu's face darkened: "If you call me by that nickname again, I'll kick you out right now!"

Liu Xiaoqiang chuckled, not restraining himself in the slightest: "He Dazhu, you're dodging the question! I asked if you were a secret agent, why won't you answer? To kill so many people by yourself, with such great talent, how could the country not use you?"

He Yuzhu cursed: "If I were a damn secret agent, would I be here working odd jobs with you lot?"

Lao Qiao also laughed: "Liu Xiaoqiang, are you stupid? Who with a good family background would run here to suffer? Earning a thousand bucks a month while having to endure temperatures of over forty degrees."

Gao Dayong chimed in from the back: "This time, it just goes to show that He Dazhu was an excellent soldier in the past, and on top of that, he has real Kung Fu."