si-mexico Chapter 139 Desert Conquest, Wild Power
Chapter 139 Desert Conquest, Wild Power
Desert war zone.
Two off-road vehicles sped through the swirling yellow sand, one after the other. Inside sat a dozen or so mercenaries dressed in yellow camouflage combat uniforms. They sat upright, orderly, and carried the latest military rifles, seemingly on some kind of mission.
The most eye-catching thing is the MPZO abbreviation on their camouflage combat uniforms. MPZO is the most famous new mercenary group in the world. Although there are fewer than a thousand official mercenary members, they are all disciplined and brave. MPZO only recruits highly qualified retired officers and enjoys a high reputation in the world.
MPZO has an intelligence network around the world. Not only do its members personally go on missions, but they also sell intelligence. They have close ties with high-ranking officials in various countries, and their network of connections is extensive and complex. The legion's assets are also considerable, and it has built its own legion-specific armory, new weapons research institute, medical research center and other facilities.
The most mysterious and intriguing aspect of MPZO is its founder. Apart from a few core combat personnel in the legion, almost no one has ever seen his real face. All that is known is that he is Asian, not very old, and only in his early thirties...
The man sitting in the driver's seat of the SUV was dressed in a slightly different camouflage uniform. His armband had the most bars, and the number of bars and medals represented the combat achievements he had made during missions, undoubtedly demonstrating the man's outstanding combat ability and strategy.
The man had several abrasions on his face, and the dark red bloodstains were beginning to scab over. He also had gunshot wounds of varying degrees on his arms and thighs, which were bandaged with medical gauze.
One of the mercenaries said respectfully in fluent English, "Sir, the vehicle is almost out of gas."
Wen Tingye pursed his lips and remained silent. He gripped the steering wheel of the SUV, his sharp eyes revealing an undisguised arrogance.
No one could read Wen Tingye's mind from his eyes. They were now traveling across the desert where sandstorms could strike at any moment, and their car had run out of gas. This was tantamount to a death sentence for them; they might not even reach their destination before being buried by the sand.
After a while, just when the mercenary who had asked the question thought that Wen Tingye would not answer him, the other party spoke up.
"Someone will come and deliver oil to us." Wen Tingye's thin lips curved into a smile, his magnetic voice deep and powerful.
Wen Tingye's confident answer clearly gave his subordinates confidence. While everyone relaxed, they still paid attention to the changes in their surroundings.
"I heard you've fallen for a woman from country Z?" a mercenary asked his brother with a smile. His English had a slight accent from his hometown and wasn't very standard.
"Yes, she's beautiful, much better than my ex-wife." The mercenary pulled out a piece of cloth and wiped the dust off the muzzle of his gun.
"I heard that our legion's leader is also from Z country. It seems that Z country has strong men and beautiful women. It's a good place." As he spoke, the mercenary glanced at Wen Tingye in the driver's seat, seemingly casually, with a meaningful look.
From the moment he first saw Wen Tingye at the start of the mission, he began to suspect Wen Tingye's identity.
The medal bars are dazzlingly numerous, his movements are wild and unrestrained, and he happens to be Asian.
All of this just proves one point: he has intricate connections with the Commander who was the founder of MPZO.
Wen Tingye remained silent, as if the people they were discussing had nothing to do with him. He lazily dangled his arms and casually pulled on the steering wheel of the SUV, driving the car forward.
As the yellow sand gradually dissipated, visibility on the road ahead improved considerably. At that moment, a mercenary spotted several military vehicles approaching from the side.
Is this the team that delivers oil to them?
The group was taking a look around when they were startled by several gunshots and the flames coming out of the gun barrels.
These aren't friendly troops bringing them oil; they're clearly a team sent to their doom!
"What's the panic? Take their car, and we'll have the gas." Wen Tingye said coldly, picking up his rifle with one hand while continuing to steer with the other, making the off-road vehicle's wheels make a sharp turn in the yellow sand, drifting the rear of the car with a cool move.
Seeing that Wen Tingye had already started fighting with the other side, the other mercenaries began to stick half their bodies out of the windows and fire at the people outside the military vehicles.
Because this mission was extremely dangerous, Wen Tingye led a team of well-trained elite soldiers who were proficient in all kinds of weapons, including air, land, and sea weapons, and had extremely strong combat capabilities. They had already taken down several teams along the way and survived. Wen Tingye's injury was caused by this. He protected his men, but he was hit by a hot bullet, leaving bullet marks on his muscles and oozing bright red blood.
Wen Tingye seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing to fight the enemy despite his injuries, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.
The military vehicles were shot down by Wen Tingye and his men. The surviving mercenaries went forward to inspect the vehicles and found several cans of gasoline.
Wen Tingye looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, grinding his back teeth back and forth, his jaw muscles twitching noticeably.
"Sir, rest assured, we will definitely rescue the young lady and not let our brothers' sacrifice be in vain!"
Wen Tingye remained silent. He glanced at the corpses of his own men on the ground; their bodies were still warm, having died in the gunfight just moments before.
He raised his hand and touched a piece of black jade around his neck, and Ning Yao's face and figure suddenly appeared in Wen Tingye's mind.
This is a piece of black jade that Ning Yao found at a jade gambling convention in Y country. She polished it into a necklace and gave it to him. Since receiving it, Wen Tingye has worn it close to his body and has never taken it off, not even when taking a bath.
Once he finishes what he's doing and returns home safely, he can finally see the woman he's been longing for all this time.
After loading the mercenary corpses onto the military vehicles one by one, Wen Tingye arranged for one of his men to drive the soldiers' remains back, while the rest of the men followed him to their destination.
The group arrived in front of a four-story earthen building. After getting out of the car, Wen Tingye stood on the open ground outside the building, squinting slightly as he looked up.
Under the sunlight, countless machine guns were placed in front of the dark windows of the earthen building, their muzzles pointed in the direction of Wen Tingye and his group, as if if they moved forward even a little, they would be riddled with machine gun bullets and turned into human-shaped beehives.
Faced with so many gun barrels, even the well-trained and fearless mercenaries looked rather grim. If there were a fight, things would be fine, but instead, they were all surrounded in the middle, like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.
Wen Tingye didn't care. He threw the rifle in his hand, and the butt of the gun stuck into the yellow sand and stood still.
Even without a gun in his hand, Wen Tingye remained unfazed, approaching the earthen building step by step with a wicked smile on his face.
Despite being at a disadvantage, the man still exuded an arrogant sense of control over the situation, while the mercenaries he brought quickly lined up behind him, marching heavily in formation, their imposing presence and fearless, iron-blooded demeanor completely undeterred by death.
The machine gun didn't fire any bullets, and Wen Tingye walked smoothly to the front of the Tulou.
Facing countless dark gun barrels, he locked his gaze in one direction, lazily raising his eyebrows. His magnetic, deep voice was extremely penetrating within the walls of the earthen building.
"Second Uncle, I'm here."