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The bloodstains on his trench coat had hardened into a crust, and Lu Yan crushed a charred brick under his foot.

The morning breeze swept across the dilapidated street, stirring up two layers of ash.

Lin Chuxue dragged her staff and kicked a round pebble away with the tip of her boot.

"Not a single convenience store is open on the whole street." Lin Chuxue pouted, her cheeks drooping.

She touched the empty pockets of her training uniform, her little face scrunched up.

"When I left, the whole bag of mints was crushed in the ditch, and I didn't get to taste any of the sweetness."

Zhao Leiguang bit a half-broken wooden toothpick and struggled to pry the edge of the shield with both hands.

The steel edges of the Earth Shield were thickly frayed, and the slots were filled with charred blood and grime.

"Ouch, my pulse core base is cracked!" Zhao Leiguang grimaced in pain.

As he wiped the dents off the shield, he spat angrily onto the ground.

"If that old bastard Pei Zhendong dares to shortchange me by even a penny, I'll tear down his command post."

"Three times the repair cost, I'll make a scene if they charge even a penny less!"

Xiao Qianyu held the Dragon King Halberd in her hand and gave him a cold, sidelong glance.

"Fasten the buckle on your belt first, your pants are about to fall down."

Zhao Leiguang looked down and saw that the tactical belt had already been torn in half by the violent airflow.

He frantically pulled up his waistband, causing Su Yunqing to shake her head and chuckle.

Shen Xinglin didn't speak, his boots making a very regular, soft sound as they stepped into the puddles.

At the corner at the end of the street, a deep and fierce roar of a diesel engine suddenly came from the corner.

A dark green riot control vehicle ripped through the morning mist, its brakes screech sharp and piercing.

The train door was pushed open with a bang, and a young private in a neat uniform quickly jumped out.

The private ran quickly to the group, his boots together, and gave a perfectly standard military salute.

"Greetings, officers of the First Squad! The special plane at the southern suburban military airport is ready!"

The private's voice was loud and clear, but his eyes held an undisguised look of astonishment and shock.

The people in front of me were covered in charred mud, and their armor was covered with jagged gashes and bloodstains.

The heavily armored warrior known as Lei Ye was even clumsily pulling up his belt.

"Is this really the legendary elite force that slays gods and demons?" the private thought to himself.

He swallowed hard and quickly handed over a gold-embossed official document envelope.

"General Wei hosted a grand welcome banquet in Yanjing and specially ordered us to come and escort him."

Lu Yan didn't even glance at the cover of the official document, and simply walked past the soldier.

"Is there any food in the car?" Lu Yan stopped and turned his head to ask.

The private was taken aback, then stammered, "Sir, we only have the standard individual rations."

"Where are the fruit candies?" Lu Yan pointed to Lin Chuxue, who was looking dejected behind him.

"The little girl has no taste in her mouth. If she does, bring two cans over first."

The private hurriedly opened the car door and rummaged through the glove compartment in the passenger seat for a while.

"Yes! The logistics department just issued two tins of orange hard candy!"

Lin Chuxue's previously listless eyes suddenly lit up.

The little girl ran a few steps, snatched the tin box, and hugged it to her chest with a grin.

"You're smart to know what's good for you, little private!" Lin Chuxue hummed with satisfaction.

One by one, the people stepped onto the boarding ramp of the troop carrier, and the carriage was filled with a strong smell of mud.

Shen Xinglin stepped into the carriage, casually patted the soft seat by the window, and gestured for Lin Chuxue.

Lin Chuxue didn't stand on ceremony and sank into the leather seat while holding the metal box.

Shen Xinglin sat down on the other side of the aisle and bent down to pull out the maintenance cloth for his ever-changing lance.

He gently ran his fingertips along the scratches on the gun barrel, meticulously cleaning the bone fragments from the gear crevices.

Xiao Qianyu leaned back against the cold chair and slowly closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.

Her fingertips gently touched the air, caressing the perfectly restored bronze array plate on her lap.

The array plate emitted a soft, warm, dark golden glow, dispelling the damp chill in the carriage.

With a snap, Lin Chuxue deftly pried open the lid of the metal box.

The rich, sweet and sour aroma of oranges instantly filled the carriage.

Lin Chuxue stuffed three pieces into her mouth, her cheeks bulging out.

The berserk loli who was originally shattering the bone platform with her Blood Pool Staff now looked like a hamster stealing pine cones.

The private driving the car glanced in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

The riot control vehicle sped towards the outpost on the outskirts of the city, its wheels crushing the broken tiles scattered across the street.

On the main road leading out of the city ahead, several rows of black barricades and sandbags were laid across the road.

Two maintenance workers in gray overalls were squatting by the roadside, fiddling with a heavy wooden crate.

The duty officer at the checkpoint was looking down at the pass and didn't notice anything unusual beside him.

The troop carrier slowed down and entered the inspection lane, its wheels bouncing slightly on the speed bump.

Just as the vehicle passed the cargo box, the two workers suddenly looked up.

A strange, deathly silver-gray aura emanated from the depths of their pupils, and stiff, twisted sneers hung on the corners of their mouths.

Their right hands simultaneously reached behind their waists, their fingertips gripping a red detonator handle tightly.

The pungent smell of high-explosive fumes from beneath the wooden crate blew back into the car windows along with the cold post-rain wind.

Inside the carriage, Wen Yue didn't even lift her eyelids.

Her slender fingers rested on the suspension rope of the World-Destroying Thunder Crossbow, and she suddenly flicked her wrist.

Clang!

An extremely short and crisp mechanical whistle suddenly erupted in the cramped carriage.

Two short, jet-black arrows, gleaming with a chilling light, tore through the half-lowered car window and shot out.

puff!puff!

The dull thud of a sharp blade piercing flesh almost overlapped.

Two crossbow bolts pierced the right wrist bones of the two workers with pinpoint accuracy, embedding themselves firmly into the wooden crate.

Dark red blood gushed out along the wood grain, and the wires of the explosive detonator were severed.

"Ughhhh!" The two spies let out a shrill scream, their bodies pinned to the spot.

The side door of the carriage was violently kicked open with a bang.

Zhao Leiguang's massive body, accompanied by a gust of wind, swooped down, his two large hands reaching out like iron pincers.

Two crisp snapping sounds!

Zhao Leiguang dislocated the jaws of the two men and then ripped off the self-destruct devices from their waists.

He slammed the two spies into the mud like he was picking up chicks, and spat out a mouthful of phlegm viciously.

"These bastards are like a leech, they just won't leave you alone!" Zhao Leiguang stomped on one of their ankles and broke it.

The sentry sergeant standing to the side turned pale, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He stared at the powerful explosives so close to him, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Sir... sir..." The squad leader looked at Wen Yue, who was standing calmly by the car window, and his tongue was completely tied.

Wen Yue coldly retracted the crossbow, not even sparing him a glance.

Su Yunqing jumped out of the car with a first-aid kit and walked quickly toward the guard who had been ambushed and knocked unconscious inside the checkpoint.

She deftly administered an antidote to the unconscious guard and then quickly bandaged his wound.

After doing all this, Su Yunqing threw an unopened bottle of iodine at Zhao Leiguang's face.

"Stop howling in the middle of the road, quickly clean the scrapes on your arm to prevent them from getting infected and festering."

Zhao Leiguang caught the medicine bottle steadily and poured the medicine onto his wrist with a grimace.

Lin Chuxue leaned against the car window sill, holding a handful of orange candies, and waved with a smile.

"Hey Zhao, come on up and have some candy!"

The little girl unwrapped two candies and, without saying a word, stuffed them into Lu Yan's hand as he walked back.

"Captain Lu, try this. Eating something sweet will make your wound stop hurting."

Lu Yan looked down at the yellow hard candy in his palm, which smelled sweet and sour, and the coldness in his eyes subsided slightly.

He popped the candy into his mouth, and the rich sweetness instantly suppressed the lingering taste of blood in his throat.

"Alright, get back in the car, don't delay our trip." Lu Yan patted Lin Chuxue's head.

The muddy road was gradually left behind, and the spacious and flat southern suburban helipad could be seen ahead.

A huge black military transport plane lay silently in the middle of the runway, its engines emitting faint heat waves.

The troop transport vehicle smoothly entered the airport's inner road.

Several miles away, a strange figure stood atop the towering lightning rod at the top of the terminal building.

The magnificent silver-white kimono fluttered in the cold wind, its edges gleaming with a cold, deathly light.

It was an illusory and empty shadow, with only pitch-black nothingness around its face.

That gaze pierced through the long daylight and drizzle, fixing its gaze on the bronze array plate hanging at Lu Yan's waist.

The low, overlapping, eerie murmurs dissipated into the air along with the sharp whistling of the wind as it swept past the iron tower.