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墨書 Inktalez
Date: October 7
"Should we stop? Or just rush through?" The student responsible for driving asked, his voice a mix of excitement and tension.
Although he had not yet completed a formal mission, the psychological resilience of those who could endure such high-intensity training was undoubtedly strong.
"Stop, and try to park as close to them as possible. Get ready," Yang Xiaoyou said calmly after glancing at the twenty-six ahead. While there might be a chance to rush through directly, the risk of being shot at by an AK was significant, whether it resulted in injury or a flat tire.
As the vehicle came to a halt, six Black soldiers surrounded their off-road vehicle. One of them, seemingly the leader, approached with a loud and animated demeanor.
Most residents of Algeria spoke Arabic, which was considered a relatively obscure language. However, Yang Xiaoyou recalled having some knowledge of it.
Upon hearing their words, Yang Xiaoyou frowned. Although their language wasn't overly aggressive, it was clear they intended to 'requisition' their off-road vehicle, as if theirs had broken down.
Encountering such a near-robbery situation on the road made it evident just how chaotic things were in Algeria at that moment; they might even be active soldiers from a local warlord.
Noah, although unable to understand Arabic, could tell from their actions that their intentions were far from friendly.
After stepping out of the vehicle one by one, Yang Xiaoyou approached the leader and spoke in slightly awkward Arabic, "I’m truly sorry; this is the only vehicle we have right now. If we give it to you, we might end up as desiccated corpses on this Gobi."
"The car goes to us; if you don’t give it up, you’ll become corpses right now," the Black leader replied. His tone shifted from negotiation to threat as he raised his weapon slightly, making his intentions unmistakable.
"Alright, alright. I was hoping to come down and discuss this reasonably with you," Yang Xiaoyou said with a hint of complaint as he raised his hands to show he was unarmed.
"Stop complaining. At least encountering us means you might keep your lives; other military zones aren't so forgiving," the leader said with a satisfied smile before signaling his team to get into the vehicle.
However, just as he turned his head, he suddenly felt a tremendous force surge through his gun. It jolted his hand and caused him to lose grip on the weapon.
The leader never expected that someone would dare to strike first despite being outnumbered and outgunned. Shocked at losing his weapon, he quickly became furious. He vowed that his men would turn this person into a pincushion to avenge the humiliation he felt.
However, his thoughts were completely frozen at this moment. Just as his hand was pulled away from the Gun Body, a force more terrifying than being disarmed struck the fragile spine at the back of his neck.
With the sudden explosion of Limit Release combined with his elbow, even a bull's spine would likely shatter under Yang Xiaoyou's blow.
The other five members outside, upon hearing their captain's words, began to prepare to lower their guns and approach. However, when faced with such an unexpected turn of events, their expressions changed dramatically as they raised their weapons once more.
Unfortunately, any moment of negligence on the battlefield could cost a price that they might not be able to bear. Before they could react, Yang Xiaoyou had already released his grip. With both hands empty, he swiftly drew two daggers that slid down from his sleeves while simultaneously dispatching the captain. His left elbow followed through in a precise arc, while his right hand shot upward, striking two of them in the forehead in quick succession.
On the other side, Noah and Ben, along with the driver, quickly drew their pistols and took down one enemy each. Noah and Ben scored headshots with precision, while the driver hit his target in the chest.
Except for the one hit in the chest who fired a few rounds in reflex as he fell, the others were dispatched without firing a single shot.
After Yang Xiaoyou eliminated two opponents with his daggers, he paid no further attention to the remaining three, fully trusting his subordinates.
He directly grabbed the Assault Rifle from the captain's still-warm body and turned to kneel on one knee, aiming at a Dune beside the road. The scorching wind that had been stirring up sand particles suddenly slowed down, creating a slow-motion effect.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Three bullets spiraled through the air toward their target. After a scream echoed out, movement was seen on the Dune—clearly indicating that something had been hit.
After firing those three shots, Yang Xiaoyou sighed and stood up. Looking at the gun in his hand gave him an indescribable feeling; it was hard to believe how many years this thing had been lying around. As an Assault Rifle, its trajectory was even less stable than that of a handgun.
"Boss, is there anyone else?" Noah asked after checking on those they had taken down.
"Yes, one rat got away. But it's a shame; Rifle bullets aren't easy to endure. It should be hard for him to survive," Yang Xiaoyou replied as he glanced at the defective weapon in his hand and casually tossed it aside. There was no need to chase after someone who had already been shot; he didn't know if there were more enemies or if there were any traps laid out. A shrimp that had taken a bullet wasn't worth worrying about.
As soon as that gun hit the ground, it went off a few times unexpectedly, startling everyone nearby. If they had been hit by stray bullets, that would have been sheer bad luck.
"Cheap goods are indeed not good quality. However, compared to AKs which are powerful yet affordable, this kind of firearm is quite suitable for environments like Africa," Yang Xiaoyou muttered as he glanced at the weapon on the ground before preparing to move on again.
They were just a few ragtag soldiers who hadn't even received proper training; eliminating them was entirely reasonable. Even that trained recruit was far superior to them.
At this distance, with their opponents armed only with handguns—if they reacted quickly enough there might be some threat—but facing off against someone wielding a heavy weapon made it all too easy and enjoyable to take them down.
In such battles, if any part goes wrong, the consequences can be devastating. An assault rifle is ultimately still a rifle; its power is significantly greater than that of a standard handgun. Even an untrained person wearing a bulletproof vest, if not hit directly, could easily be knocked unconscious by a single bullet.
Originally, this was just a minor incident on the road. Aside from the overly excited trainee who hadn’t officially begun their mission, the other three felt it was nothing to worry about.
However, as hours passed and they arrived at Maximi Military Camp, their expressions changed upon seeing the guards' uniforms at the entrance.
“Uh, why didn’t I hear you mention those fellows are soldiers from Maximi?” Yang Xiaoyou said with some frustration. It seemed they shouldn’t have been slacking off; none of them recognized the soldiers’ uniforms.
“We haven’t had any contact with this low-profile warlord either. Seeing how familiar Boss is with him, I thought you would know,” another member replied, looking equally annoyed.
“So what do we do now? Just leave?” Noah asked uncertainly.
“If we leave in a panic now, it will clearly signal to them that something is wrong. Once they discover the bodies, they’ll definitely trace it back to us. Let’s go in first and observe,” Yang Xiaoyou said, feeling more at ease thinking about the fellow he had shot; in this heat and with blood loss, that person wouldn’t last long.
“What are you doing here? Do you have an appointment?” A guard approached their vehicle, speaking in broken English—a rarity among warlords in Algeria. The other guards behind him had already aimed their weapons; even if they wanted to leave now, it wouldn’t be easy.
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