It was already past two o'clock in the morning, and a truck that had been prepared for a long time quietly drove out of the scrap iron city.

We took the channel that had been prepared in advance, so we didn’t have to worry about meeting people from the patrol team. However, the truck still drove very fast. In the middle of the night, we almost didn’t dare to turn on the lights. We rushed all the way along the weedy road.

From time to time, blood dripped down from the bucket.

"Quick, Pastor Chen can't hold on anymore."

Even so, there were still people in the carriage urging him anxiously.

Through the moonlight shining in the sky, you can see inside the carriage a group of people who look capable but embarrassed.

There are eight or nine of them, two of them are wearing close-fitting nun combat uniforms, another is wearing a priest-shaped costume, and the rest have a tough aura, and even have rows of bullets wrapped around their bodies. They should be

Mercenaries in the wilderness.

Originally, their firepower was enough to frighten a gathering of more than 300 people in the wilderness.

But now, all they can see is embarrassment and misery.

The two people wearing nun uniforms had large blood stains on their bodies.

On the shoulders and chest, it seems that wounds that have not yet healed can be seen, and plasma is constantly pouring out.

The priest was almost disemboweled from the middle.

Two tubes of life injections had been injected into his body, but blood was still pouring out of his chest and mouth.

"Who are you fighting against?"

The woman driving the car in front was wearing a silver-gray business suit and rimless glasses.

She was wearing fishnet stockings and red high heels, but she had the same temperament as the nun in the carriage.

She saw the miserable situation of everyone in the carriage from the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but whisper: "Two tutors, three deacons, plus the support of the mercenary group and sufficient ammunition, we even prepared two

Just a rocket launcher, a detailed plan..."

"It was completely defeated in less than an hour?"

"..."

"five minutes!"

There was no sound in the back compartment, and it took a long time before anyone spoke.

The professional woman driving in front of her suddenly raised her head and glanced in the rearview mirror.

I saw a person wearing a battle nun uniform with a pale face and said: "It took an hour to set up the trap and wait."

"The real battle only lasts five minutes."

"Our original plan was to last for an hour, and even look for opportunities to eliminate the target, but we were defeated in less than five minutes. In addition, the time it took for us to evacuate from the hospital and the time to prevent the other party from tracking the whole process,

Maybe only three minutes."

"..."

The nun driving in front shook her hand and almost lost control of the truck.

"How can it be?"

At this moment, she only had this thought: "Is there such a strong person in Scrap Iron City?"

"Not surprising at all."

At this time, another battle nun spoke. A large amount of blood was still flowing out from the left side of her neck. The wound seemed to be trying hard to heal, but every time it was about to heal, she broke away again, and a waterfall-like

Blood fell between his chest.

"After all, he was the former leader of the White Ghost Knights..."

She stretched out her hand and wiped her neck, only to see blood all over her hands, her face was indifferent:

"The Patriarch once said that if he had been willing to bow his head at that time, perhaps he would be the Patriarch of the Ninth Order now."

"But whatever."

She took a faint look around her. The dead wilderness seemed to be hiding endless sneaks. The grass was as tall as a person, and she didn't know what ferocious beasts or monsters were hiding in it. But looking at such a scene, she felt a sense of security in her heart.

Feeling, he whispered:

"We came out alive and got his latest strength data, which can be regarded as a credit..."

"..."

"But the mission failed..."

The professional woman driving in front didn't expect her to be so optimistic and reminded her in a low voice.

But the nun who spoke gave her a cold look and said:

"Do you really think that someone like the dean would not have expected the failure of our mission?"

"Before we started this task, he already knew the opponent's strength and also knew our strength."

"So, no matter what the task is, as long as we do it with all our strength, we will definitely be able to achieve the strategic goal of the dean."

"..."

The other nun and the professional woman driving in front were silent. It seemed that they had not considered the problem from this perspective, but they did not dare to refute.

The disparity in strength is so terrifying that they don't even feel unwilling to do so.

Now we can only go back and see the leader of the cult before we talk...

But just when this thought came to mind, there was a creak and the speeding truck suddenly stopped.

The stop was so urgent that the people in the car almost fell down and their wounds were reopened.

"what happened?"

They immediately became wary and looked at the woman driving in front of them.

"Front……"

The woman in the driver's seat just breathed slightly, pointed forward, and held the steering wheel firmly with both hands.

Everyone stood up, squinted their eyes, looked forward, and then their pupils shrank violently.

The weather was a bit gloomy and the surroundings were dark.

Even though there was a semi-circle moon above their heads, it was obscured by layers of haze, making the light extremely dark. Without the truck's lights on, they could barely see. After a few seconds, they saw the seven stars in front of them.

Eight meters away, a car was parked.

A tall and sturdy modified Jeep was blocked in the middle of the rugged road, silent.

Everyone fell silent for a moment and stared at the car.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the dim moonlight overhead falling slightly.

Just as everyone in the car was tensing up, they saw a light yellow thing sticking out of the car. Everyone's pupils shrank, and they realized that it was actually a tattered little jack-o'-lantern that had been stepped on.

The outside of the car window swayed gently up and down.

"Brothers and sisters, you crushed the little jack-o-lantern under your feet, can you help me fix it?"

"..."

In the carriage, a man raised his voice and seemed to say it with a hint of ridicule.

Everyone looked at each other, their hairs standing up uncontrollably: "Where did this madman come from in the middle of the night?"

"Snapped!"

In panic, suddenly the professional lady driving in front suddenly turned on her car lights.

Two beams of light shone forward, shrouding the silent beast-like jeep under the light source, making it clearer.

At the same time, he asked in a low voice: "Who are you? Why are you blocking our way?"

"Why don't you have any sense of humor?"

In the jeep, a somewhat dissatisfied voice suddenly sounded.

Only then did everyone see that there was a young man who looked young sitting in the car.

He was leaning on the driver's seat with a cigarette in his mouth.

The strong light from the front of the car penetrated the glass, and people could see clearly that he was muttering and slowly retracting the hand holding the lantern.

"Okay, no more joking."

There was a smile on his face and he looked very polite:

"Everyone, I suspect that you are related to the attack in Scrap Iron City, and I would like to ask you to come back with me to investigate."

"So, hand over your weapons and stand in line?"

"..."

Everyone in the car was shocked at the same time. The professional woman driving the car narrowed her eyes: "Did Ouyang ask you to come?"

The young man in the car shook his head slowly and said with a smile: "My sense of justice made me come."
To be continued...