The sumr sun blazed down as a train traversed the green mountains and clear waters, cutting through the fields. Looking outside, the azure sky seed as freshly washed, with large, cotton-like white clouds slowly drifting backward with the movent of the carriage.
Inside the carriage, the temperature soared above thirty degrees, almost the sa as that in the African jungle a few days ago. Lin Mu had a toothpick in his mouth, his eyes scanning the activity in the carriage like radar. Years of combat had ingrained in him a habit of caution, as though he had to constantly guard against enemies that might lurk in the surrounding jungles.
But here was Huaxia, a harmonious and civilized ancient eastern nation, with no chaotic war, poverty, or hunger—only a train full of charming girls dressed in cool outfits.
With a military-green short-sleeved shirt and pants, anyone would think he was a factory security guard from Wan; only his satiny bronze skin hinted he might be from another remote part of Earth.
Occasionally, his eyes flickered with an unusual sharpness as his gaze swept over every female, searching for any that could delight his eyes!
But you can't bla Lin Mu; comrades often say that after seven years in the military, even a sow looks like Diao Chan!
Lin Mu carelessly opened a shared photoshopped image on his phone of a sow climbing a tree. Hmm, the little pig indeed looked pretty handso!
But he soon beca a bit disappointed because the carriage was mostly filled with older won, and there was hardly any attractive girl around. The one true beauty was sitting amidst four burly n and was half-hidden, with little to show!
Boring! Lin Mu sighed helplessly, then looked down and checked his watch. There were still five hours left to reach the destination, Wancheng. A wave of drowsiness hit him—fatigue from the long journey made him lose interest.
This arduous yet sweet mission was specifically arranged for him by the old man; he should call him grandpa, but he was used to calling him the old man, never grandpa!
Imagine, that old guy had trained him in an inhuman manner since he was six, standing still for five hours ant no als if he moved even once, and often leaving him in the jungle alone with wolves, tigers, and leopards, supposedly for extre survival training. For such a harsh person, how could he call him grandpa? Calling him an old bastard would still be polite.
Moreover, he always doubted if he was really that old man's biological grandson!
However, thinking about the main purpose of this trip, Lin Mu could hardly keep his mouth from grinning. A blind date! And the old man said the girl was a beautiful and wealthy lady. Hmm, just thinking about it made the whole carriage fill with the scent of happiness...
Damn it, that's the only slightly human thing the old man has ever done.
Alright, it's just past noon now, and there's enough ti to take a short nap first. So he started to close his eyes and rest, unknowingly drifting into sleep.
Amidst a hazy state, it seed there was soone in the carriage related to him. Yes, it was a woman, a beautiful woman, surrounded by four bodyguards. But Lin Mu distinctly knew that not far from the woman, a few assassins with peculiar expressions were eyeing her nacingly. Yes, they were waiting for the right opportunity because there were a few plainclothes policen dancing in the carriage.
Finally, an assassin moved, reaching into a hiking bag that seemingly contained a firearm and explosives. As quick as lightning, Lin Mu was already prepared, ready to spring into action, but was unexpectedly entangled by a man and a woman. Click! That pair actually handcuffed Lin Mu to the seat, while each of those odd-eyed assassins held a gun, swiftly eliminating the four bodyguards beside the beauty, then pointing the black muzzles at her chest...
BANG!
The next second, a shocking bullet hole appeared in the beauty's exquisite chest. Through that hole, Lin Mu could even see the ferocious smile of the assassin opposite...
"No!"
Lin Mu shouted and woke up. Damn, it was just a dream, recently I've been having nightmares, and it's similar to the one I had last night.
He checked his watch, it was two in the afternoon, and the ti of the cri in the dream was around three, which ant that in about an hour, the scene in the dream could very likely happen in reality. Yes, this wasn't an absurd dream, because for Lin Mu, a super-spec ops soldier with supernatural abilities, dreaming was his extraordinary skill, often allowing him to foresee certain dangers. This was one of the special abilities that allowed him to survive countless life-or-death situations on the battlefield and make it this far!
As the War God, the top tier of the Wolf Fang Team, a rcenary ace of the North African Plain, his miraculous Seventh Sense was always his strongest weapon, making him invincible on the battlefield.
Alright, there's still a little more than an hour left. He had to take action in advance, with him, the Wolf King, here, he would not let the assassins' plot succeed.
As Lin Mu looked down, pondering the next plan, a pair of exquisite small feet appeared in front of him, clad in over ten centiters high heels, and looking further up, alluring black stockings, a tight short skirt, and a spotless white shirt, like a goddess descended from the moon...
Oh my God, a stunning beauty, and the twenty-odd-year-old suppressed impulse in Lin Mu's heart surged out in an unstoppable volcanic eruption!
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