"Then do it." The colonel said coldly.

Seriosha and Harley opened two huge weapon boxes and took out all kinds of dazzling non-lethal weapons; the small Nobupo's tactical computer shot several crisscrossing lasers, outlining the translucent structural diagram of the entire train; Naito Yuk also knelt on one knee, closed his eyes, groping the communications soldier's Adam's apple, constantly "one, two, three, two, two, one" audition.

At a moment, his voice became exactly the same as the correspondent soldier.

"In addition to the few we just killed, there is a platoon in the car, with a total of 32 Earth Army soldiers. However, they are all rookies who have been curled up in the carriage for many years and have never participated in actual combat. They are here, here, and here."

The colonel pointed to the holographic structure diagram, and shining little red dots, "The more threatening are four agents from the extraordinary association, and these two guards from the Genetics Institute - especially the latter. These guards from the Genetics Institute are often experienced veterans who have changed their positions, and they can enjoy the benefits of genetics first. They are all monsters injected with excessive genetics, so they have to knock out the special agents and the Institute guards distributed in No. 3, No. 5, No. 9, and No. 9.

"Everyone is right. There are still twenty-seven and a half minutes before we arrive at our destination. In a half minutes, let your people take action. I will give you three and a half minutes.

"Remember, we are not murderous monsters, we just take back what we deserve. Don't kill people unless we have to, do you understand?"

"clear!"

Many mercenaries spoke in unison.

"Get to act!"

The colonel closed the tactical computer with a "bang", and the cabin door in front of the carriage was moved away silently, and many mercenaries took the order and left.

The wind and rain outside became increasingly dense, making people's hearts more and more lies. The dense sound of raindrops covered up all the movements in the front and rear cars. The trains driving at high speed were as silent as a deserted grave.

The colonel calmed down and leaned against the seat, still holding the harmonica tightly in his hand. There was no change in expression on his face as he cut his knife and axe. Only the blue veins raised on the back of his hand revealed the extreme uneasiness in his heart.

Suddenly, he opened his one-eye and frowned.

Three and a half minutes have arrived.

"Nito, someone fired a fire in the No. 3 carriage, what's going on?"

He was clearly in the last carriage of the train, but he could hear the faint gunfire in the carriage ahead through the violent storm outside!

"Something went wrong."

Naito Yu also said in the communication channel, "There is a guard from the Gene Institute who is too strong and probably has been completely flooded with genetic agents. Our powerful anesthetics do not work on him, and almost injured Nobong, so he had to shoot him... Sorry, Colonel."

The colonel cursed in a low voice, got up and walked towards the front of the car.

In every carriage you pass by, you can see several Earth Army soldiers and even very agents lying on the ground.

The unruly and murderous mercenaries stood at attention and saluted him, their eyes full of respect: "Col.

The colonel's eyes were cold. Even when passing by several cars filled with genetic medicine, the colonel did not stop for a long time and came straight to the No. 3 car.

It was a mess here, with traces of fighting everywhere, and dozens of outwardly raised fist marks and footprints appeared in the thick carriage, as if there were several giants with infinite power, who had just fought fiercely here.

On the ground, a very special agent and a guard from the Gene Institute were lying. His hands and feet were distorted unnaturally and he had a comminuted joint fracture, but he was not in danger of life. He fell asleep under the influence of a powerful anesthetic.

The big white bear Seryosha curled up next to him and stitched a shocking wound on his arm. Although his forehead was covered with cold sweat, he didn't even say a word.

In the corner, another guard from the Gene Institute was lying. It was a big meat mountain weighing more than 200 kilograms. It looked stronger than a rhino. Unfortunately, my chest was deeply sunken and I was shot under my heart. I could only vent my breath but not intake it, and I couldn't live long after watching it.

The colonel glanced at the almost collapsed chest of the guards of the Genetics Institute and turned his eyes to Naipong on the side: "I said, try not to kill people."

Nopong shrugged: "He is very powerful."

Naito Yuuki didn't say a word, pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the guard's head.

"don't want."

The colonel reached out and pushed the gun away, "This is a real warrior, worthy of a glorious and decent funeral."

After saying this, the colonel stood attentively and saluted a standard military salute to the guards of the Genetics Institute.

Then the colonel knelt on one knee, and before the guard's consciousness completely dissipated, he made a quick move and twisted his neck.

The guard's eyes instantly turned gray and white, and they were crooked and limp on the ground.

The colonel sighed, took off his military cap and covered the guard's cold face.

"Carriage No. 13, safe!"

"Carriage No. 12, safe!"

"Carriage 11, safe!"

"...The front and cockpit are controlled, and all enemies are swept away. Now, this train and all the cargo on it are ours!"

The whole train was on and off, and the cheers of war dogs came.

"Soldiers, I am your colonel, and I am glad to fight with you again, especially the meaning of this battle is completely different from that of the past - in the past, we all fought for money, but this time, we are trying to regain our glory, strength and dignity!"

The colonel stood in the cockpit of the train, looking at the heavy rainstorm ahead, and spoke to all the remaining soldiers of the Fierce Wind Commando, "For the past few decades, we have always adhered to the belief of "war dogs". One hand is money and the other hand is sword. We are diligent and hardworking to be active in the most dangerous, remote, dirty, and cruel battlefields. For energy enterprises, mining giants, various chaebols and groups, including those high-ranking members of the Earth Council, we will carry out tasks that the regular army is unwilling, inconvenient to carry out, extremely dangerous, and even despicable and shameless!

"Whether it is transformed into a pile of dead bones in the hot desert, fighting snakes, insects, rats and ants in the gloomy rain forest, or fighting with the brutal rebels and bandits in isolation and helplessness for ten days and ten nights, or even sneaking into the world of cultivation to carry out reconnaissance missions - we have never betrayed the creed of the 'war dog', and never betrayed every penny given to us by our employer.

"However……

“Our employer, but we were betrayed!

"In the 'Golden Pill Battle' a year and a half ago, those despicable and shameless bastards clearly obtained information to prove that the enemy might be time travelers, or even the extremely dangerous immortal cultivators in the time travelers, but did not tell us this information in time, but lured us and rushed into the abyss of destruction.

"And after we paid such a tragic price and severely damaged the powerful Jindan, because our strength plummeted, they kicked away indifferently like garbage thrown away.

"Haha, no one expected that the other party was a powerful Jindan man - a lie, a shameless lie! After all, in the eyes of those bastards, we mercenaries are just chess pieces that can be sacrificed at any time. In order to test the enemy's true strength, even if they fight all the entire Liefeng Commando, they don't care.

"We have actually understood the cruel truth for a long time, so we didn't even feel revenge, but just made a small request - we only hope to get some intermediate-level genetic agents to treat our disordered meridians, minds and life magnetic fields, and allow us to regain our strength.

"What happened to us, what did we wait for with our weakness and concessions? Endless evaluation, inspection, review, test, and then one by one, "failed, failed, and the probability of cure is extremely low. It is not recommended to continue using genetic agents"!

"So, in the eyes of these superiors, we are no longer qualified to 'waste' genetic potion. Is there any greater humiliation for a proud warrior?"

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The fourth update, huh, the fourth update, huh!
Chapter completed!