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"Should we...call the police?"

Su Qing's voice was trembling with tears.

The sound was exceptionally clear inside the well-sealed carriage.

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at her pale face, which was ashen with fear.

His eyes were filled with tenderness.

He reached out and gently patted Su Qing's cold little hand.

This action has a convincing power.

"Honey, don't be afraid."

"Calling the police is too slow and doesn't serve as a sufficient educational tool against these barbarians who live in uncivilized areas."

Jiang Chen shook his head, a slight smile even on his face.

"Leave it to me."

He hung up the satellite phone.

Then, Jiang Chen did something that Su Qing couldn't understand at all.

He first pressed the off button on the car's external loudspeaker.

The foul language and shouts from outside were completely shut out.

He pressed another key.

The thick bulletproof glass window slowly rose, and the last ten-centimeter gap was completely closed.

Then, a "sizzle" sound came from the thick riot-proof metal mesh on the outside of the driver's side window.

The metal mesh slowly rose up.

The entire Unimog was transformed in the blink of an eye into a black iron coffin, isolated from the world.

"alright."

Jiang Chen clapped his hands.

The movement was natural, as if he had simply closed a noisy window.

He even had the leisure to take a carton of warm milk from the car refrigerator.

He inserted a straw and held it to Su Qing's lips.

"Here, have some milk to calm your nerves."

"Let's watch TV for a while and wait for the 'car' I called."

Su Qing blinked.

She looked at the milk being offered to her lips, then at Jiang Chen's overly calm face.

She was a little slow to grasp the concept.

Outside were dozens of thugs carrying iron bars and gasoline cans, ready to kill and set fires at any moment.

He only showed this to himself?

But facing Jiang Chen's determined gaze, Su Qing obediently opened her mouth and took a sip of warm milk.

The sweet liquid slid down my throat.

Her wildly beating heart actually calmed down quite a bit.

Jiang Chen pressed the switch on the huge LCD screen on the center console.

A new Hollywood sci-fi blockbuster begins playing inside the car.

The carriages are equipped with impressive sound systems.

The interior features comfortable, temperature-controlled air conditioning, soft leather sofas, high-definition movies, and sweet milk.

Outside the car lay a desolate national highway, arrogant thugs, and a raging fire about to ignite.

Two worlds, clearly separated by a thick layer of armor.

……

Outside Unimog.

Brother Biao and a group of thugs saw that the monster RV had stopped moving.

The windows and wire mesh were all tightly shut.

That car looked like a turtle that had shrunk into its shell.

This feeling made them feel like they were punching cotton, incredibly frustrating.

"Damn! They've really turned into cowards!"

Brother Biao slammed the wrench in his hand onto the ground.

He roared at his henchman who was carrying a gasoline can behind him.

"What are you all standing there for? Splash it on me!"

"Drizzle this iron coffin inside and out! I'm going to show them what it means to grill human flesh on a hot plate!"

"Alright, Brother Biao!"

The two henchmen grinned maliciously and unscrewed the gasoline can lid.

They were preparing to splash the yellowish liquid onto the car body.

Just then!

"Waaaaah—waaaah—"

A muffled rumble came from the depths of the distant canyon without warning.

The sound was like countless giant drums striking at the same time, or like muffled thunder rolling across the horizon.

The tiny pebbles on the ground began to tremble slightly in the sound waves.

The two thugs, who were about to pour gasoline, paused and looked up blankly.

What was that sound?

Is it going to pour rain?

Brother Biao also frowned.

He listened intently, his expression shifting from confusion to astonishment.

This sound is wrong!

This is not thunder!

The thunder wasn't as intense, and there wasn't that oppressive feeling!

The sound grew louder and closer!

The dull rumble gradually transformed into a roar that shattered the air!

The entire valley trembled at this terrifying sound!

"Brother Biao! Look at the sky!"

A sharp-eyed henchman suddenly pointed to the sky above the distant canyon and let out a terrified scream.

Everyone, including Brother Biao, raised their heads.

In the distance, on the horizon, the sun had turned the horizon golden.

Three jet-black steel monsters were hurtling towards them at incredible speed, tearing through the clouds!

That wasn't the kind of small, compact sightseeing helicopter you usually see in tourist areas.

Those were three enormous aircraft, their massive fuselages and lines exuding a murderous aura!

Their shape resembles a black eagle with outstretched wings!

Black Hawk, a heavy-duty multi-purpose helicopter!

Moreover, it's a specially modified version designed specifically for special operations!

Each one represents an unparalleled force of violence!

Brother Biao would never even dare to think about seeing him again, let alone meet him.

These war machines, which only appear in movies, will one day appear in front of you in real life!

His breathing was completely cut off at that moment!

Less than a minute.

Three Black Hawk helicopters, in a standard triangular formation, have arrived directly over Unimog!

They did not land, but hovered in mid-air less than 20 meters above the ground!

The enormous rotor churned up the air, creating a terrifying storm!

"call--!"

The violent airflow was like a whip lashed down by a god, striking the ground fiercely!

Sand and stones flew everywhere, and dust filled the sky!

The whole world was shrouded in a hazy, yellowish dust!

Those thugs had never seen anything like this before.

They were blown about by the sudden gust of wind, unable to even open their eyes.

They looked like leaves swept away by a strong wind, all disheveled and in a sorry state.

The two gasoline cans he was carrying slipped from his hands and rolled around on the ground with a clanging sound.

"Stay calm! All of you, stay fucking calm!"

Brother Biao clung tightly to a huge rock by the roadside, roaring with all his might.

He tried to maintain his dignity as the boss.

However, what happened the next second shattered his pitiful dignity, along with his worldview!

Suddenly, the Black Hawk helicopter at the very front dipped downwards.

The flight altitude dropped to just ten meters above the ground!

The even more violent downward airflow created a visible white wave of air.

The blast wave was like an invisible giant hand, slamming hard onto the beat-up red pickup truck that was blocking the middle of the road!

That pickup truck, weighing over a ton, was like a cheap plastic toy in the face of this inhuman force!

Its body was first blown violently, and the four tires made a screeching sound on the ground.

Then, to everyone's horror,

The entire pickup truck was actually blown off the ground and into the air by this strong wind!

After tumbling one and a half times in the air, it was accompanied by a loud, metallic cracking sound.

The car crashed heavily into the bottomless ravine beside it!

……

The world fell silent.

The sounds of wind, sand, and curses all vanished at that moment.

All the thugs who were still barely able to stand firm, including Brother Biao.

They all stood there dumbfounded, staring at the empty road and the wisps of black smoke rising from the mountain stream.

My mind is blank.

They're like frogs in a well, only good for extorting money with rusty iron pipes on country lanes.

Never before have I seen such a miraculous, dimensional-reducing attack!

This is hardly human labor.

This is clearly divine punishment!

"What the hell... what the hell is this...?"

A thug collapsed to the ground, his lips trembling, and uttered a sentence that represented the sentiments of everyone.