The gates of Nan Qingcheng were wide open, and a caravan consisting of several trucks drove out of the city. This caravan did not have many vehicles, only three heavy-duty trucks and four armed personnel carriers. However, what is striking is that
The eye-catching dark fire logo on the car body.
After Song Zining was defeated and captured, An Huo became the target of public criticism. Suddenly, both the notorious mercenary group and the hunter team who could only exploit every opportunity to take advantage of him all wanted to take a bite out of An Huo.
Therefore, as long as the caravan is hung with the dark fire mark, it will often encounter multiple attacks along the way.
This situation did not stop until Qianye showed his power and severely wounded his opponents outside Tingchao City. The large mercenary group was afraid of Qianye's possible pursuit and rarely took action, but those lone wolves did not care so much and acted unscrupulously.
.Even if Song Zining returns
, Dark Fire Reconstruction, this situation has not improved much. Many hunters and lone wolves are good snipers. Under constant harassment, even if a caravan finally reaches its destination, the guards and personnel will be damaged.
A lot of pension compensation has been accumulated.
In this case, some large trading houses instead hired other mercenary groups and increased the number of escorts to ensure they were safe. However, this also significantly increased costs and made some caravans unprofitable.
Qianye stood on the roof of the leading car and looked around, scanning the vast wilderness. He had not been with the caravan for a while, and Qianye did not expect that the situation would become so bad. The deal with Tingchao City Lord and the appearance of Eunuch Liu
and leaving seemed too high-end. Only those in higher positions would know that these lone wolves living at the bottom of the wilderness are not qualified to receive this information.
The deacon in charge of the caravan came up and said with a flattering smile: "With Master Qianye personally taking action this time, everything will be absolutely perfect..."
Before the deacon had finished flattering him, Qianye suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed him on the head, slamming him down in the carriage. There was a sharp sound, and a force bullet flew over the deacon's head.
If he were a little delayed, there would be a transparent hole in the deacon's body.
The deacon's face turned pale with fear, and he frantically touched his whole body to see if he was injured. At this moment, a force gun appeared in Qianye's hand, pointing in the direction of the force bullet.
Hidden behind a bush several hundred meters away was a bearded hunter. He had already given a victory gesture to his companions, but his hand suddenly froze in mid-air. Through the long-range sight on the Force gun, he
He was shocked to see that at the moment when the force bomb was about to hit, the young man next to the deacon of the trading company suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed the deacon down. The sniper kill that he had hoped to achieve failed.
The hunter has never encountered such a thing in all his years of debut. He was so shocked that when Qianye methodically took out the force gun and aimed it here, he had not yet realized what happened.
Suddenly, the hunter's hair stood on end, and he suddenly realized that his position had been exposed. He did not believe that the young man's shot could hit him. After all, he was hundreds of meters away, and he carefully selected this sniper position and aimed it.
It took a long time until the optimal distance was reached before a shot was fired.
But once the location is exposed, you have to move quickly. As a senior sniper, he has always believed that close combat is a dirty job only done by low-level mercenaries.
The bearded man jumped up and was about to escape when suddenly there was a flash of light in his field of vision, and a force bomb actually appeared in front of him!
He was stunned on the spot, and before he could think clearly, his entire upper body exploded into a ball of blood mist.
Several figures jumped up from their hiding places at the same time, trying their best to escape into the distance. Judging from the color of their clothes, they should all be in the same team as the bearded sniper. This small team was capable and sophisticated, and the timing of the ambush location they chose was impeccable.
Their only mistake was not knowing that Qianye was in this caravan.
Gunshots continued to ring out in the wilderness, and with each gunshot, a hunter fell. When the last hunter fell in response, she had already fled a thousand meters away, but she still could not escape the call of death.
Qianye put down his sniper rifle, pulled the deacon up, and said calmly: "Let's go."
The deacon was still trembling and kept saying: "Yes, yes!"
He reluctantly made a gesture to the car behind him to keep going, and then collapsed in the car. Even in a neutral place, not everyone is brave enough to die. The experience of escaping from death just now made him breathless.
The convoy marched for a while, and Qianye suddenly set up a sniper rifle and fired several shots. With each shot, a mercenary or hunter rose up, struggled painfully in the air, and then fell to the ground helplessly. No matter the distance was three hundred meters
No matter how long it was, Qianye never failed.
In this round of shooting, at least two hunter teams were wiped out. Some mercenary groups no longer dared to continue their activities on this route. Qianye looked around until he could no longer see anyone hiding in his field of vision.
Then he signaled the convoy to continue moving forward.
Along the way, Qianye would sometimes snipe from the car and sometimes disappear suddenly. When he came back, many older mercenaries would suddenly relax. Having experienced the battlefield, they naturally understood that this was a dangerous disappearance.
There were signs indicating that the strong man hiding in the dark had been killed or frightened away. Since Qianye personally took action, they were more inclined to believe that the lurker had been killed.
The caravan deacon was so frightened that he took a chance and came to Qianye's side and said: "Sir, some thieves can be handled by the people below, why bother you to do it yourself?"
Qianye smiled slightly and said: "No need, if you let them go, someone will always run away."
The deacon took a breath of air and said, "Sir, are you going to kill everyone?"
"Exactly." Qianye nodded and said calmly: "I can't protect you again and again, so I will take advantage of this time to kill all those who dare to come and cause trouble, and also set rules for those who come after you."
The deacon said cautiously: "Sir, this seems a little inappropriate. The old rules of the neutral land are that generally everyone is seeking money, while the mercenary hunters must have a way to survive. The two sides generally will not kill each other. Caravans
Being robbed, they tend to stay
Even if they get off the vehicle, the lives of the surrendered personnel will not be harmed. And if the carjacking fails, the escorting mercenaries will not pursue them too far, and those who escape will escape. These mercenaries are all people who have their heads in their pockets.
, killing them all will arouse the hatred of other mercenaries, which will cause serious troubles in the future!"
Qianye said calmly: "These are other people's rules. From now on, wherever Dark Fire goes, they will follow my rules. If anyone doesn't accept it, feel free to come and fight."
The deacon shivered. Only then did he think of Qianye's past deeds, and his heart became even colder. He quickly apologized and said with a smile: "Yes, if you want to set rules, it's okay."
However, he sounded nice, but in fact he had a sad face, revealing worry. Qianye glanced at him and said: "You should have a channel to let this news out. Whoever wants revenge, just come. Just come.
If you don't come here, don't even think about leaving. No matter how big the neutral ground is, I will hunt it down to the end."
The deacon shuddered again and said hurriedly: "Yes, yes! When we get to Guanlan City, the villain will let the news out. Let those blind bastards get away."
Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly discovered that Qianye had disappeared, and several shrill screams suddenly sounded from a thousand meters away. The deacon quietly wiped his cold sweat and felt a little regretful for saying too much just now.
Qianye stood on the wilderness, looking at the slowly falling corpse in front of him, feeling slightly surprised. These people were exceptionally fierce. Although their strength was not outstanding, they were extremely tenacious. Even if Qianye penetrated his vital points with a blood-sucking blade, he was instantly killed.
All the essence and blood were taken away, and the remaining flames of life were used to scream and warn.
Several hundred meters away, three people were fleeing quickly, and the two stronger ones seemed to be guards, protecting the young man in the middle from escaping.
This distance was nothing in Qianye's eyes. He didn't use the void to flicker, but just exerted force with his feet. Large pits appeared in the wilderness instantly, and they disappeared all the way in the flying dust. Qianye took tens of meters in one step, and in the blink of an eye,
He quickly caught up with the three of them, then jumped a hundred meters to block their way.
The young man's face turned pale with fear, his force was disordered, and he could hardly stand. The two guards looked as if they were facing a powerful enemy, and their eyes were full of despair. They were not weak in strength, and were only one step away from being a general. But because of their lack of strength,
Only when you are weak and experienced are you more aware of how big the gap in strength is between you and Qianye, and you will be even more desperate.
An old man suddenly appeared next to Qianye, stroking his long beard with his hand and his eyes shining brightly. The old man said in a deep voice: "Young man, why do you have to kill them all? For my sake, I might as well expose this matter, how about it?"
Qianye slowly turned his head, looked at the old man indifferently, and said, "You think I didn't notice you?"
The old man's hand stroking his long beard trembled involuntarily, and then he regained his composure and said: "The young master is just having fun and has no ill intentions. Please note that our families have hundreds of years of history in Guanlan City, and their rich heritage is not as good as young people like you."
What one can imagine. Thinking back to my time..."
While the old man was speaking, his face suddenly changed. A strong force came out of thin air, and his feet instantly sank into the ground until he reached his knees! Then, his knees could not bear the force, and they made continuous clicking sounds. The old man tried his best to resist the broken leg.
At that moment, a red light flashed in front of his eyes, and the blood-sucking blade was already buried in his chest.
Qianye waited for a few seconds before slowly pulling out the blood-sucking blade and said indifferently: "I have no interest in who you are."
The old man struggled for a few times, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed. Only now did he understand that Qianye had the power to kill him instantly with one strike, so why talk nonsense? Unfortunately, it was too late to understand.
Qianye turned around and looked at the earth-colored young master. Qianye showed his snow-white teeth, smiled brightly, and said to the young man: "I have no interest in who you are."
The young man was so frightened that he almost collapsed on the ground and shouted repeatedly: "No, no, you can't kill me! I am the young master of the Tian family, and my grandfather loves me the most! If you kill me, my Tian family
I will fight you till death."
"Till death? I like this." Qianye's smile was extremely charming. In the eyes of the young man, it looked like the smile of the god of death.