"I'll give you three seconds to think, if you release the hostages, I'll cripple you, then secretly send you to prison, where you can barely survive and maybe, if your reeducation excels, after twenty or thirty years, you'll have a chance to breathe so fresh air before you die."
"If you stubbornly persist, sorry, no matter the cost, don't even think of staying alive."
"Three..."
"Two..."
"One!!"
...
...
Eastern Europe, Wu Country.
Huang Hai removed his bandages. At this point, there were no visible injuries on the outside.
While walking, he didn't show any noticeable signs of discomfort.
But when he tried running, he appeared a bit awkward, limping, which looked sowhat amusing.
The first batch of reserve forces, after consulting Zhang Beixing, had dispersed as per his instructions, each acting independently.
This ti, compared to Neon, their equipnt and logistics for the operation were well-assured.
The mission objective was singular.
All mbers must breakthrough to the Grandmaster level!
The task for Huang Hai, who had already reached Grandmaster, was to strive for higher realms and adequately attend to other mbers to avoid any casualties.
These were the tasks on the surface.
Secretly, Zhang Beixing instructed him to observe the spread of his fake cultivation thods in Eastern Europe, gauge the progress and the realms those learning the techniques had reached to facilitate Zhang Beixing in setting upcoming tasks.
Because now they're amidst conflict.
Zhang Beixing's Extraordinary Reserve Squad is the official power of Great Xia.
Intervening in this conflict recklessly is obviously inappropriate; ddling with either side would result in being held accountable later.
Therefore, the targets for these Extraordinary Reservists must focus on the gangster organizations exploiting war opportunities for profits, as well as rcenaries coming for money.
Including so troops from other European countries secretly aiding Wu Country, they can take advantage a bit too.
After all, if these guys, who have joined the war secretly, get ambushed, they don't dare to make a noise.
Huang Hai arrived at a rcenary organization's base.
According to the intelligence provided by Leng Bing.
This rcenary organization, has around forty people, recruited retired special forces from various European countries and backed by a huge Italian capital.
It even involves so grudges with Zhang Beixing.
Which counts as a connection.
This forty-mber rcenary team, although few in number, has truly reaped profits in this Eastern Europe conflict.
Weapons support has been so abundant their hands are tired of handling them, and rely through resale, they've already earned tens of millions!
Along with so rcenary fees and looted precious tals and gemstones.
Just this small rcenary team directly purchased a cultivation technique that was marked up from Simoski's organization.
After learning the cultivation technique, their strength improved dramatically.
They were all retired special forces, maintaining combat power at a Grade B level before.
Transforming into martial artists this ti, after periods of training, each has essentially beco a Grade A martial artist.
Now, it's like wings added to a tiger for them on this battlefield.
Since they haven't beco Grandmasters yet, they haven't noticed any issues, thinking this deal was worth it!
Although they spent considerable money upfront, this is sustainable profit, usable even after recruitnt later.
In Great Xia, there's a saying: teaching a man to fish is better than giving him fish!
Marvelous!
"How's the harvest today, Mark?"
A burly man with a thick beard said to the returning black man, with bottles and jars hanging on him, which looked like costics?
When the black Mark walked closer, only then did he see they were porcelain!
Inside were cans of tea leaves!
"Oh my heavens, where did you get this, it's my favorite!" Becksi exclaid in delight, being British himself, he loved drinking tea.
But in this damned place, he couldn't find sugar, which annoyed him. After being out for so long, the sugar he brought was nearly used up.
Mark slapped his hand away, "You lazy bum, go find so yourself if you want to drink, why rob mine?"
"Five hundred US Dollars! Sell one bottle, you know, my migraines have been acting up and as soon as my head's exposed to the wind it hurts, I just took two ibuprofen to suppress it, I need to rest a bit."
The black Mark rolled his eyes at him.
His sclera was really white.
He tossed a porcelain bottle to him.
Snap!
??
Mark was shocked, could the guy really not catch a porcelain bottle?
Just as he was about to curse loudly, "Even if you didn't catch it and smashed it on the ground, I won't deduct a cent from five hundred US Dollars so don't think about swindling !"
But he blinked and saw that Beck caught the porcelain bottle steadily in his hands, without it falling to the ground.
What was that sound??
Suddenly, a chill surged from his heels straight to the back of his head.
The hairs on his back stood up instantly.
The submachine gun at his waist was instinctively grabbed by him in an instant.
Ratatat!!
Without taking a clear look, he fired a burst.
In re monts.
His magazine was half empty.
When he took a breath, he realized there was no one around.
But he didn't relax, being a rcenary is living with blood on your knife's edge, never letting go of any caution.
As Mark stayed vigilant.
Huang Hai behind a reverse slope wiped his forehead's exaggerated sweat.
So close.
Just barely.
He was almost hit by bullets!
The injury on his leg hasn't healed thoroughly yet, if he took another hit, it would really be bad luck.
Previously, when they were in Neon, it was Zhang Beixing's show of strength that forced the Lower Mouth Organization's headquarters to issue orders and retreat.
This ti, there was no such luck.
Zhang Beixing is still busy handling agents back in Great Xia!
The sound just now was made by him.
Originally intending to sneak close to the house, but he ran too fast, his injured calf suddenly acted up, tripping him into a face dive.
Also unlucky, as he didn't know why there was a broken bowl on the path, getting crushed by him.
This caught the opponent's attention.
Fortunately, there was a reverse slope here to block the view and dodge bullets, otherwise really unlucky.
"Seems like cultivation techniques indeed improve their combat strength; if it were before, the reaction speed wouldn't be this fast, slower by at least a beat should be the case."
Huang Hai muttered, sowhat wryly smiling.
Although the director planted a big trap for these folks.
But the director's cultivation techniques are too strong, even fakes can forcibly boost their combat strength by leaps!
No telling the situation with other mbers...
The thought flashed through his mind, Huang Hai had little regard for other mbers for now.
Because he saw with his own eyes a hand grenade thrown over.
That big black object appeared on a parabolic trajectory right before his eyes.
Damn!
He cursed inwardly.
Huang Hai quickly rolled, dodging behind a small stone.
The stone was too small, barely managing to conceal his head and belly.
Boom!
The grenade exploded at this mont.
During the blast, Huang Hai's last thought was.
Oh gosh!
Could it be this unlucky, his leg wound hasn't healed, yet another injury?
Both tis blasted by grenades?
No way, no way!!
The grenade's close-range explosion left Huang Hai a bit dazed, when he stood up, he found with delight...
Wait! It's alright!
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