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Chapter 487 No One Survived (Part 1) (First Update!)

Upon receiving the order, Lavitt's team members concealed themselves in the darkness, waiting for the distant enemy to find the so-called treasure cave.

On the other side of the opposite mountain, Chris stood at a high point, holding binoculars in both hands, his eyes like searchlights, constantly searching the southern sky and ground.

Just recently, the defense team reported that they had faintly heard gunshots and helicopter sounds coming from the south.

No matter how hard he searched with his binoculars, he couldn't find any suspicious enemies.

Gritting his teeth, he gripped the walkie-talkie and gave instructions to the defense team:
"Send a few men further south to search for any potential enemies."

After issuing orders to the defense team, he quickly instructed the search team to speed up their operations.

Perhaps God was watching over him, for no sooner had the new orders been given than the search team reported that they had found something.

However, these things are not easy to describe.

Chris cursed into the communicator and quickly ran in the direction reported by the search team. When he arrived, led by a member of the search team, he saw what was difficult to describe.

Excrement.

Human excrement.

These excrements are hidden in the crevices of the mountain, mostly buried by wind and sand. However, the traces left by people who come here to defecate, crushing the strongly and moderately weathered rocks, cannot be completely covered by the wind and sand.

It was precisely because these traces were captured by drones that the search team was able to find these items.

Yes, the search team members didn't look too good.

Chris breathed a sigh of relief after examining the surrounding traces and the excrement in the crevices of the rocks.

This is a vast desert, at the border of three countries. There is no human habitation for hundreds of kilometers around. The presence of a large amount of human excrement here indicates that people once lived here.

And they stayed there for a long time.

These people couldn't have come here for a picnic; there's only one possibility—to hide something.

Chris stood beside the pile of human excrement, looked around, and then raised his right hand and swung it down forcefully:

"Increase the effort! That so-called opening might be nearby. Find it quickly!"

After shouting, Chris joined the search.

A sliver of light had appeared in the eastern sky, a sign that dawn was approaching.

They can move around freely now because the darkness provides them with cover. Once the darkness dissipates and the sun rises, their cover will disappear.

Those who caused the gunfire in the south not long ago will see them and understand their true intentions.

That will be the most dangerous time.

With a breakthrough in their search, the team worked diligently, following the tracks left by footsteps, and soon found another location – an outpost.

After carefully removing the surface sand, the traces of life hidden beneath it were revealed to Chris and the others.

The area covered by traces of daily life is very large.

According to preliminary estimates, there were at least a hundred people active here at one time.

Chris took out his camera and took a few pictures of the traces. Then he quickly instructed the search team to continue searching along the traces.

Huang Tian deserves a caring person.

After another half hour of intense searching, they found their target as dawn broke.

A cave entrance hidden in a crevice between rocks, completely buried by yellow sand.

From the outside, only the top of the cave entrance is visible, and the rocks are slightly tilted inward. If you weren't specifically looking for something, you would never guess that a cave entrance is hidden beneath these inward-tilting rocks.

Looking at the yellow sand covering the cave entrance, Chris had the search team assemble a probe and slowly lower it diagonally forward along the top of the cave entrance.

As the probe inserted into the yellow sand and continued to move, the fine sand also slowly slid in along the direction the probe was moving.

Once the sand that had seeped out beneath their feet had formed a small pit, the search team members stood up and nodded: "Commander, there is indeed a hole in here."

After receiving confirmation from his teammates, Chris did not give the order immediately. Instead, he stepped out of the crevice, stood at the edge of the rock crevice, and looked up at a position further south.

At this moment, the sun had already risen in the east. The morning sun was like a blood-red orange, and its crimson sunlight shone on the desert and on them, giving Chris a faint smell of blood.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and shouted to the search team members standing at the cave entrance:
"dig!"

Upon receiving orders, the search team assembled their entrenching tools and decisively began digging.

Meanwhile, in the southern desert, Pavel's Russian mercenaries lay prone in the sand, their eyes peeking out, using binoculars to stare intently at the distant hills.

Especially those people on the hill.

After clearly seeing the other party's attire, especially those engineers who were moving in and out at the foot of a mountain, seemingly digging for something, a cold smile appeared on his face:
"The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows behind!"

He had just finished his cold laugh when he heard a soft, rustling sound of sand being stirred beside him.

Turning around, they found it was the sniper team responsible for guarding the south side.

“What’s going on?” Pavel asked, turning around. The sniper in the sniper team held up two fingers. “Two groups of people are coming from behind. One group is the Nigerien army, and the other group is Arabs.”

"Judging from their attire, both sides are elite troops, making it a difficult battle."

Upon receiving the news, Pavel paused for a moment, then pointed to a distant hill:

"Once those damned Americanians crawl into that hole, we'll rush over and get behind the dunes."

"Leave the main battle to these damn Americas and the two groups behind them."

After explaining the plan, he reached out and patted the sniper on the shoulder: "Remember to run fast later!"

Time slipped away while we waited.

In Pavel's shot, the large force on the distant hill slowly converges and moves toward the location where the engineers are digging.

Once the main force had moved to the digging position, Pavel waved his right hand:
"Rush over!"

"Rush there as fast as you can!"

The order had been given beforehand, and upon receiving the signal, the Russian mercenaries hidden in the sand suddenly sprang out, forming a skirmish line, and charged toward the distant hills.

As they charged forward, they used their guns to provide cover for their teammates.

Chris's sniper was suppressed by the firepower and could only change positions again and again, unable to launch any effective sniping shots.

The conflict broke out suddenly and ended just as suddenly.

As Pavel and his men approached the mountain, they suddenly changed direction, veering off to the other side of the mountain and using its cover to bypass the hill.

On the hill, the mercenaries from Dane International discovered that these suddenly appearing figures had no intention of engaging them in combat; they only wanted to rush forward, as if something in the desert behind them was relentlessly pursuing them. Soon, the Dane International mercenaries discovered the reason.

Two groups of people emerged from the desert opposite.

Niger's soldiers, as well as local Arab tribes.

These guys, like the mercenaries from before, started charging as soon as they appeared, but their discipline was clearly not as strong as the mercenaries from before.

Therefore, they were unable to form an effective skirmish line or provide cover for their teammates with their guns.

Having figured this out, the mercenaries from Dane International did not hesitate at all, their fingers gripping the triggers, relentlessly unleashing firepower upon the enemy.

The two opposing groups were not to be underestimated either; after their attack was thwarted, they did not hesitate to unleash their firepower.

On the other side of the hill, Pavel and his men, who had already crossed the hill, hid behind cover, listening to the frenzied gunfire, and were extremely excited.

When the gunfire subsided slightly, Pavel was the first to rush out of cover, his right hand waving forward sharply: "Charge!"

"Kill all those damned American soldiers!"

They rejoined the battle, launching a surprise attack on Dane International's mercenaries from another direction.

Unfortunately, Dane International's sentries were lurking in the shadows. After discovering the group's intentions, the sentries decisively opened fire, letting the gunfire serve as their signal.

Upon hearing the gunshots and realizing they were coming from the north, from behind, Chris didn't dare to delay. He quickly pulled himself away from his work, took a few men, and went to intercept the group from the north.

Before setting off, he quickly called the base to request fire support.

The two sides immediately unleashed a barrage of firepower upon meeting.

The entire battle unfolded before the eyes of Lavitt and his men, who had been hiding in the shadows.

He held a telescope, hid behind a rock, and watched these people with great delight:
"They've finally started fighting! Let them fight! Let them fight already, let them kill each other!"

"Where's the sniper? Take out that machine gunner!"

"Noob!"

"Hit him!"

With his quiet encouragement, Pavel's mercenaries gradually gained the upper hand, slowly pushing Chris and the others toward the cave entrance.

Before he could retreat to the cave entrance, a burst of rapid gunfire came from behind Chris. The commander turned around and found that his defensive team, which he had deployed on the other side, had been suppressed by the Arabs and Nigeriens and pushed behind him.

Upon seeing Chris, the suppressed defense team reacted as if they had seen their own father, and immediately shouted, "Captain, what should we do?"

Chris glanced at the panicked faces of his teammates, then raised his left hand and looked at his watch.

At 8:15 a.m. Nigerian time, one hour and twenty-three minutes had passed since he first called for help.

America's gunships deployed in Nigeria are AC130Us, which have a cruising speed of 500 kilometers per hour and take 2.5 hours to reach from Maiduguri.

If they just hold on for a few more tens of minutes until the AC130U arrives, the scales of victory will tip in their favor.

Moreover, judging from what just happened, it's obvious that these people outside are not a family. If I just withdraw first, they will start to make a mess of things on their own.

Having figured this out, Chris tilted his head and looked at the engineers, asking loudly:

"Has the cave been dug out yet?"

In the crevices of the rocks, the engineers who were desperately digging through the yellow sand looked up and then down at the entrance to the hole in front of them.

He then nodded:
"Five minutes! Give us five more minutes! We'll definitely be able to dig the hole out in five minutes!"

Having obtained the exact time, Chris waved his hand and said, "Hold on for another 5 minutes!"

After giving the order, he was the first to pick up his gun and go to intercept the people from the south.

The remaining people broke up into groups, with some following Chris and the others intercepting the people to the north.

Less than five minutes later, the engineers digging the tunnel entrance started shouting:
"The entrance has been dug out! Come quick!"

Hearing their shouts, the people responsible for intercepting them on both sides retreated one by one, not forgetting to take their teammates' bodies with them as they retreated.

As Chris approached the cave entrance, he thought for a moment, then removed all the red smoke grenades hanging from his chest, opened them, and threw them forcefully to the left and right.

After throwing the red smoke grenades, he turned around, dragged a corpse, and followed the others into the dug hole.

Below the sand-buried entrance is a man-made, widened cave passage. Some of the pits and depressions have been filled with a mixture of cement and gravel.

After setting down his teammate's body, Chris squatted down in front of the widened marks and gently stroked the excavation marks with his hand.

The marks are still very fresh, indicating that the excavation took place no more than two years ago.

Realizing this, Chris's face lit up with a bright smile. Ignoring the corpses of his teammates at his feet, he stood up and strode into the depths of the cave.

Such a place is not something that ordinary people would have the time or money to come to, and there is only one person in the surrounding area who has the time and money to come here—Gaddafi.

This is where Gaddafi hid his treasure.

After a thorough search, they soon discovered an entrance sealed with cement deep inside the cave.

The entrance to this cave was camouflaged, but unfortunately, the cement was not mixed properly, and the cave was a little damp, which caused the cement camouflage to be covered with marks.

Chris gently touched the camouflage with his right hand, then took the bomb from his teammate and installed it.

Once the installation was complete, the crowd stepped back to a safe position, and Chris pressed the detonator without hesitation.

With a loud bang, the disguised wall was blown apart. As soon as the smoke and dust cleared up, Chris couldn't wait to go forward. Through the blasted hole, he immediately saw the box behind it.

Those silvery-white metal boxes that banks use to store valuables.

Outside the cave, due to Chris's team's sudden retreat, the attack speed of several teams suddenly increased.

As expected, they bumped into each other through the rocks at the cave entrance.

After the collision, all parties involved did not hesitate to open fire on the others.

Amidst the frenzied gunfire, another booming sound came from underground.

This put everyone in a hurry.

The Americans wouldn't be using explosives underground, so they must have found the gold but couldn't open the door, so they had to use bombs to clear the way.

Knowing that continuing like this was not a solution, Pavel took out the wristband he usually wore for friend-or-foe identification, slowly extended it from the muzzle of his gun, and shouted at the same time:
"How about we spare each other for now and go in to take care of the American soldiers inside?"

"It's not too late to fight after we get the gold first."

(End of this chapter)