The security team received intel that the Apocalypse Society is planning to escape. Based on the information Erin gathered, the society’s target is the sand bandits’ gathering place.
So the entire security team naturally set its course toward the sand bandits’ location, preparing to intercept and kill mbers of the Apocalypse Society.
Bode exhaled a thick white cloud of smoke and shook his head, "I’m not sure about the specifics, but I can guess that the Apocalypse Society probably struck so deal with the sand bandits, like having them help the society leave the Desert of Death.
This is sand bandit territory."
Andrew rubbed his chin and said, "A bunch of maniacs who only know how to rob and kill, I really don’t know how they survive in this harsh environnt. Haven’t those damn and clingy mutant beasts given them trouble?"
"Politicians have their survival rules, and the poor have their baseline for survival. If they couldn’t roam the desert freely, they wouldn’t be worthy of the sand bandit na."
"Sir, these sand bandits are well-ard. In case they collaborate with the Apocalypse Society..." Andrew hesitated for a mont.
From the other end of the walkie-talkie ca Fang Jinpeng’s sinister laughter, "Rest assured, sir, this ti we brought the big guns. Even if they cooperate, they can’t withstand our firepower!"
With Fang Jinpeng’s words, Andrew believed a bit more.
The team continued their journey, with just ten kiloters left to the coordinate point.
...
In a slightly northern direction from Death Desert Zone One, black rocks protruded, forming a unique landscape of desert and black rock.
Among the cracked black rocks, one could still sll a unique scent of gunpowder and sulphur, with so open-air magma flowing on the ground.
This magma seed to be artificially gathered, forming a natural barrier. The heat and extremity, coupled with the massive sulphur accumulation, created a pungent sll that even mutant beasts seldom venture into.
In such a harsh environnt, a city rose from the ground.
This is the most notorious bandit group, the sand bandits, in the entire Ninth Special Zone.
These guys road the Desert of Death; they are natural desert hunters, and the hot and harsh environnt is their best disguise.
They will hunt down any caravan or rcenary group attempting to traverse the Desert of Death.
As the saying goes, their infamy is widespread!
This made the already unstable flight route of the Desert of Death gradually abandoned by major comrce associations.
But these guys have even started leaving the Desert of Death to intercept other routes. If chased, they will dart back into the Desert of Death at the first opportunity.
The overwhelming yellow sand is their most natural camouflage, making it difficult for anyone seeking revenge to find their true base within the infinite sands.
It can be said, of the entire desert, those most familiar with it are definitely not the mutant beasts, but these damn sand bandits.
Currently, the sand bandits’ leader, Lang Lifei, is fiercely ravaging a fair-skinned beauty just looted.
"Damn, these won from safe zones have such good skin and are so fair, compared to them, their sun-beaten and sand-eroded dark skin is like a well-watered fertile field against cracked, drought-starved land, such a stark contrast."
Lang Liefeng lasciviously bit down on the fair shoulder, biting until blood appeared on the woman’s shoulder beneath him. The woman cried in pain, her voice full of broken despair.
These bandits show no sympathy or tenderness toward won. To them, won are just consumables, even a reserve food supply when food is scarce.
They don’t care if they break them. If they do, they can just go and raid a new batch. If sothing breaks, it’s not wasted.
As Lang Liefeng was in his peak mont, a subordinate rushed in hastily to report, "Boss, sothing’s wrong outside, lots of people have arrived, damn it, they’re well-equipped, shining all over!"
Lang Liefeng’s eyes flashed instantly, quickly rising and kicking the woman aside, "What’s the situation? Our enemies co seeking revenge?"
"Not really, seems to be our boss..."
"Fuck your mother!" Lang Liefeng kicked the subordinate flying with one kick and cursed, "Next ti, can you explain clearly? I almost thought it was an enemy coming for revenge! Scared the hell out of !"
After finishing his curses, Lang Liefeng fastened his belt and strode out quickly.
Outside the fortress gate, Lang Liefeng saw indeed a large group of troops, well-ard, all wearing bullet-proof vests made from the scale armor of mutant beasts.
The other side showed no identifying marks, but Lang Liefeng recognized the leader, the white man in the lead nad Bill Hawke, was the Ard Captain of Tasting Comrce Association.
He is also Lang Liefeng’s direct superior.
The connection between Lang Liefeng and Tasting Comrce Association originated from Lang Liefeng once striking and looting goods belonging to the association without foresight.
By coincidence, those goods were extrely important to the entire Tasting Comrce Association. Lang Liefeng killed people and seized the goods. How could the association swallow this insult? They gathered their forces to strike down the entire sand bandits.
Lang Liefeng was almost killed.
During this process, the abilities Lang Liefeng exhibited caught the eyes of Tasting Comrce Association’s general manager, Chang Yan’ang.
He felt that although this person was a ruthless bandit unfit for polite society, he could still be used. In the eyes of capital, there are only those who can bring profit and those who cannot.
Lang Liefeng clearly belonged to the forr.
Lang Liefeng was also sensible, opposing such a massive comrce association would be suicidal. It’s better to stay alive; he was a bandit who cherished his own life, so how could he willingly die in vain?
Naturally, he was willing to be a dog for the association.
In order to monopolize so smuggling businesses, Tasting Comrce Association would secretly have the sand bandits hijack other trade caravans.
They used no ans too extre.
An Nishang’s arms were lost in such a manner.
Looking at the Ard Captain Bill Hawke standing before him, Lang Liefeng’s dark face twisted into a trademark lecherous grin, "Captain Bill? What wind blew you here?"
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