Chapter 1652: : The satellite is gone

If you select the most sad mercenary award in the world.
There is reason to believe that this group of American mercenaries who have finally come to China's northern Xinjiang will definitely be shortlisted for this award.
Come to Huaxia, which has the strictest control of firearms, and they lack the best weapons.
Staring at the wind and sand for several hours, is it unlucky to do things that have nothing to do with the original plan of the mission?
If that doesn't count.
So, when you find the target, you are treated as a living target and fired with a gun. Is it really sad?
This group of mercenaries finally found a safe haven before spitting out the sand in their mouths. Before taking a deep breath, they were startled by the blood falling from the sky.
When they climbed up the Gobi, they saw a large truck speeding up from a distance.
The people in the car shot.
Unfortunately, when they scattered around looking for cover, they couldn't find any cover.
They were even more unfortunate. They couldn't find the cover and touched their waist subconsciously and their calves were preparing to fight back, but they didn't touch anything.
What is even more unfortunate for them is that when they want to be louder than the old black, and to keep them calm, their mouths are filled with dust.
But they are also very lucky.
Because Lao Hei's marksmanship was quite rubbish, a shuttle of bullets shot out, without knowing where he flew with the wind, perfectly avoiding all live targets.
They were even more fortunate when they thought that this big truck would fly past them and escape. Old Hei, who lowered his head and drove with both hands to change magazines, did not notice the ruggedness of the road, and let the front half of the wheel ride on the low Gobi.
The whole truck rolled over.
The wind and sand were still whistling, and all the mercenaries arched their bodies with their backs on their backs, staring at the overturned truck with a little dumbfounded.
And the person who had mistakenly treated blood as rainwater was the first to react, howling---the sand filled his mouth.
Why do you pour sand into people’s mouths while carrying the wind on your back?
The howling stopped abruptly, but the man's movements did not stop at all, and he jumped down the wind and landed on the front of the truck. He chopped the windowpane with one foot, holding a handful of military thorns in his hand, his eyes were obviously red with irritation, he was about to stab the guy who was driving and shooting at them.
"boom!"
Gunshots sounded at this time.
The military thorn in this man's hand was only a few centimeters away from Old Hei's forehead, and he slanted down. The blade cut a blood hole in Old Hei's forehead, not knowing where it fell.
The man died.
It's really unreasonable to be close at hand and not being shot headshot by the old black.
The pouring red and white brains muddled the old black face.
Lao Hei desperately wiped his eyes and stretched out his other hand, trying to push away the corpse that was stuck in the car door.
But before he really used his strength, several howls suddenly came from his ears.
Numerous mercenaries who had been tempered by the wind and sand, watched their companions who had been born and died for several years and died so unclearly. They also lost their minds. They raised their army stabs aloft, rushed to the front of the car, and stabbed them indiscriminately.
The sound of metal piercing the metal, the sound of fingers pulling the trigger, the sound of the old black and a group of mercenaries shouting and screaming, and the sound of wind and sand, all intertwined.
I don't know how long it has been.
The gunfire stopped first.
Lao Hei's cry was then interrupted.
The dead, wounded, dead and uninjured mercenaries who were obviously completely out of force fell from the front of the car and lay motionless in the sand.
ended.
This fight that didn't know why was finally over.
The mercenary captain slowed down for a while before finally regaining some strength.
Turning his head to look to his side, besides himself, there is only one left of his 12-man team that can breathe normally.
Seven people died just now.
Three people were injured by the bullet penetration, and these three were in the wind and sand, and their blood was flying in the wind. In just a moment, they lost too much blood and died.
What a sophisticated mercenary team, it was almost wiped out by a single gun.
And that person is still the old black.
A guy who counts as half his own.
The captain of the mercenary didn't realize that the scene that happened just now was a cannibalism until he stabbed the Chinese army into the old black forehead who was panicking looking for the magazine.
Very sad.
But the facts have happened, and it's useless to be sad.
Fortunately, they completed the task.
As long as the satellite is transported back, he will not only get the reward he deserves, but also a large amount of compensation and the benefit of the old black.
After having money, let alone ten subordinates, he can find twenty and thirty.
"Goshawk, go, and I will take a look at the satellite."
The captain of the mercenary only took a few minutes to put aside the fatigue and heartache, and just wanted to confirm whether the contents of the truck were their target items.
should be.
If there were no satellites in the carriage, why did Old Hei drive a big truck fast?
He crawled forward against the wind and sand, and the team member called the Goshawk followed behind with the same action.
The distance from the front of the truck to the rear of the truck is at most ten meters.
In the past, mercenaries with their kind of abundance could leap a distance in less than a second in a fast running. At this time, crawling forward against the wind, it felt that it took a century as long as they did not climb to the end. .
However, sooner or later you can climb over.
It's only time, it's wasted----what are you special?
The mercenary captain wanted to say that he could afford it, but God didn't want to waste time with him.
The large truck that turned over was blown by the strong wind, and countless grains of sand hit it, and it started moving slowly.
At the moment when two mercenaries were crawling forward, the body of the entire truck changed from vertical to horizontal.
The front of the bottom of the car was exposed to sand.
This should be considered a good thing.
After all, the two mercenaries crawling on the roof of the car no longer have to face the strong wind.
But this is not the case. The wind and sand can blow a large truck horizontally, and then it is not difficult to blow the car over.
After the heavy cargo box shook for a while, the moment his head and face were pressed down, the mercenary captain exploded with unprecedented aura and threw his whole body out with a roar.
"Boom".
The large truck was completed, and a dozen wheels turned upside down for self-salvation.
The captain of the mercenary, clinging to the door handle at the rear of the carriage, was not blown away by the strong wind, and completed self-salvation.
Only the mercenary called "Goshawk" was pressed under the cargo box, waiting for his God to redeem him.
The whole army was wiped out.
This mercenary squad, which was known to be invincible in North America, was completely annihilated in a very awkward manner, leaving only the captain, a polished commander.
However, it doesn't matter.
Ten people were lost just now, but now they are eleven, and it doesn’t seem to make much difference.
The captain didn't even have half a second of sadness and condolences, so he fought hard to fix his body, opened the back door of the cargo box, and got in with a slap.
Finally the dust settled.
No matter how big the sand is, it will be blocked by the heavy iron plate of the cargo box.
The mercenary captain also showed a sincere smile on his face.
Because he saw a huge wooden box wrapped in shockproof plastic foam.
Inside the box is the target of his mission this time, China's abandoned weather satellite.
"Successful, I finally----Uh!"
The cheers of the mercenary captain were like being blocked by something, no, something penetrated the vocal cords and was forced to stop.
He wanted to look back.
He realized his throat had been pierced, and just wanted to look back to see who killed him.
But he didn't even have the strength to twist his neck.
Fortunately, a voice came from his ear, allowing him to close his eyes contentedly when he breathed.
"My name is Li Nanfang, Muzili, and Beiyan flies to the south in the south."
Hearing the murderer's introduction, the mercenary captain closed his eyes.
Only at the last moment before dying, he used all his strength and raised his finger to point at the open cargo door behind him.
"Do you want to be with your comrades in arms?"
Li Nanfang asked seriously.
It's a pity that people are already dead, how can they answer him again?
"Okay, I will satisfy you."
The scimitar that pierced the neck of the mercenary captain was quickly drawn out, and blood was flying in the air.
Li Nanfang pulled the corpse in front of him sideways, allowing the blood to be caught by the mercenary captain's body, and then threw it outward.
As soon as the body flew out of the box door, it was swept away by a strong wind.
The windy sand near the ancient city of Shule seemed to know that it was about to reach the end of the day. So he used all his power to his heart's content and swept away everything that could be swept away.
The corpses of mercenaries around this truck followed the wind.
Even the one that was crushed to death by the cargo box moved sideways as the truck was blown, and flew up with the dust on the ground, hit the bottom of the car and whirled to follow his companion.
When they were alive, their twelve-member team acted together.
After they died, they also accepted the same wind burial ceremony.
This is also a kind of respect.
No matter where they come from, no matter what they have done or not done, they were once soldiers, and soldiers deserve a certain amount of respect.
"Oh, it's done."
Li Nanfang was in the cargo box, and after closing the door of the cargo box, he finally had a chance to relax.
As I said long ago, killing is also a hard labor.
Especially when killing people, it is even more tiring to suppress the violent black dragon in the body and keep oneself calm at all times.
When observing the cannibalism between the mercenaries and the old black in the dark, the black dragon inside Li Nanfang kept roaring, if it weren't for his strong willpower, the black dragon's bloodthirsty impulse was firmly suppressed. Maybe, at that time, he would become one of the members who rushed to the front of the car.
Sitting in the cargo box, while using those shock-absorbing plastic foam to wipe the blood on the scimitar, while listening to the wind outside.
Li Nanfang suddenly became interested in the contents of the wooden box.
"It should be an abandoned weather satellite. To be honest, I have grown so big and have never seen or touched a real satellite with my own eyes."
He muttered to himself, with incomparable curiosity, went to open the box.
This is a satellite.
Can ordinary people see it casually.
If you don't take a group photo and take a selfie now, and wait to see your relatives, there is no evidence that Aunt Yue will show off in front of her.
It's best to be able to engrave a small line of "Li Nanfang is here for a visit" on it-forget it, uncivilized tourism is a must.
With the truck with its bottom facing up, Li Nanfang couldn't easily open the lid of the box.
But destroying one aspect is not difficult for Boss Li. Scum likes destroying things the most.
Cut through the plastic foam and split the wooden box partitions, and it should be a satellite that no one can touch.
Under the dim lights in the carriage, Li Nanfang reached in excitedly, wanting to touch it first.
Just want to touch her little hand before removing the bride's hijab.
However, there is no metal feeling when he reaches in.
The whole box is empty.
The satellite is gone!
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