The morning sun shines warmly on the earth, and the entire town of Terr is bathed in the golden sunshine.

The town of Terr, which was originally supposed to be peaceful and quiet, was shrouded in a tense atmosphere.

The town's spacious and uninhabited square is now crowded with people. Most of these people are strong men and women, and there are also a small number of elderly people and children. They are all yellow-skinned and dark-eyed. A bright red flag inserted in the square marks their identities.

Chinese.

These people filled the entire square with a blanket, some wrapped their bodies in blankets and were still sleeping, while others had already got up and sat in a daze.

Hundreds of people were crowded in this square, which seemed quite crowded and messy. Around the square, there were some men dressed in locals in Dimen, holding ak47, leisurely looking at the hundreds of people while smoking a cigarette.

Hundreds of Chinese people were crowded together. It should have been very lively, but it was quite quiet here. Even if someone talked, it would lower his voice. Occasionally, the crying of children was quickly stopped by his parents in panic.

The entire square seemed to be covered with invisible clouds, and depression filled everyone's hearts. People's eyes were full of anxiety, anxiety and expectation...

"There is a convoy coming, be on guard!"

A loud shout came from a man standing guarding the mouth of a sentry post, which shocked everyone.

The gunmen who were chatting and smoking threw away the cigarette butts in their hands and ran quickly towards the intersection. Then they found a place to pick up their guns and aimed at the only road in the town.

In the distance, the road was filled with dust and smoke. A convoy of at least twenty cars of various colors drove quickly towards Terry Town. Through the flying sand and dust, you could vaguely see the machine gunners standing on some of their cars and the heavy machine guns.

There was a sharp whistle sound in Terr Town. With the whistle, some untidy men rushed out of the house not far away, with a nervous look on their faces.

Soon, these men joined the defensive queue, each holding guns to aim at the approaching convoy.

The convoy would come in a blink of an eye. After entering Terry Town, it would not stop at all and kept heading towards the square.

All the guards of Terry Town were nervous one by one, and everyone opened the security, the bullet chamber, and were in an attack state at any time.

The convoy advanced all the way with a domineering attitude, approaching the edge. Seeing that these people could no longer help but order an attack, the car leading the front suddenly braked and stopped suddenly.

The convoy behind also came, and instantly occupied various positions. Several heavy machine guns were also aimed at the places where the guards were hiding, and the snipers of the team had also aimed at the gunmen on the floor.

The front door opened, Bruce jumped out of the car and said loudly: "We are from the Hellfire Mercenary Group. We are hired to protect these Chinese people from leaving here. We are not here to fight with you, so there is no need to be nervous at all."

A man with a pistol in his hand walked out and said in a deep voice: "Hellfire Mercenary Group, who hired you to come?"

A Chinese man jumped out of the car: "I hired my relatives and friends, all in it. I hired them to ensure the safety of my relatives and friends."

Bruce said loudly: "We have no intention of intervening in the war within your Dimen, but our mission is to protect these Chinese people from leaving here safely. Please do not make things difficult for us."

"There is no order in the face, you can't take them away!" the man said with a cold snorting.

Bruce sneered: "They are just ordinary people. Why do you keep them for Christmas? Now the Chinese destroyers have already stopped by the sea. Can you still dare to kill them? Can you bear the anger and revenge of China?"

Ye Nan stood behind the car next to him and did not make a sound. He left it to Bruce to negotiate. It can be seen that these people did know about the Hellfire Mercenaries Group, and their expressions were not particularly firm. Obviously, the advance of this large formation also put a lot of pressure on them.

"We cannot..."

The man repeated it, but before he finished speaking, Bruce shouted: "Didn't order you to ask, are you not a mouth? Are so many of us here to hear you say this?"

Bruce's voice was loud, full of unconcealed domineering and strongness. He raised his wrist and looked: "You should know the style of our Hellfire Mercenary Group. Since we have taken this task, we must complete it. It is about bleeding and death, and we are willing to do so..."

"I'll give you ten minutes to ask for an interview. After ten minutes, if you don't let go, we'll kill you!"

Bruce showed a harsh look on his face: "Don't look at you forty or fifty people here, we can settle all of you within a minute. If you don't believe it, you can give it a try!"

The leading man's face changed drastically, and he said with a stern look on his face: "Aren't you saving people? If you want to attack forcefully, we will kill these people!"

As the man waved his hand, a machine gunner from the whistle turned his gun and pointed it at the crowd in the square below.

Bruce was not afraid at all and said coldly: "Do you know how many sniper rifles are aimed at them now. If you want to kill people, you must be able to live!"

Bruce raised his wrist and looked at him, "Nine minutes left!"

The man gritted his teeth, hesitated for a few seconds, and quickly ran towards a room next to him, obviously calling to ask for instructions.

Bruce turned his head and waved his hand to the back, drawing a circle in the air. All the people behind him had their guns and bullets, and each aimed at their own targets. As long as Bruce gave the order, he would launch a full-scale attack.

At this time, everyone in the square also came back to their senses from this shock, with their eyes full of expectations...

They looked at the Chinese talking, looked at the red armband tied with his arm, and suddenly they understood.

There were also a few people with red armbands tied in the crowd, all of whom were staff members of the Chinese Embassy in Dimen and some volunteers.

This is not a privately hired mercenary group, it must be a privately hired mercenary group by the state to rescue and protect themselves and others.

The country has not forgotten people like itself, and the country has not given up on people like itself.

Many people's eyes suddenly became a little wet. The worries, depression and fear that have been around these days seemed to have all disappeared.

But while being excited, everyone's hearts were also raised. Will these anti-government forces really let go?
Chapter completed!