The northern border of Dragon Country.
Outside a dilapidated, unfinished building.
Jin Gong stood with his hands behind his back outside the building.
Suddenly, an off-road camouflage vehicle approached him from not far away.
On the camouflage vehicle were six people of various skin colors.
Yellow, white, black.
The off-road vehicle stopped in front of Jin Gong.
The six people got out and approached Jin Gong, each saluting in the manner of mercenaries.
Jin Gong glanced at the six people, of varying heights and builds, then spoke in a low voice,
"Were you discovered when you came in?"
The tallest and strongest, named Chad, stepped forward with a high-precision heavy sniper rifle on his shoulder and said,
"Don't worry, boss. You can trust the six of us, right? We took a small path and used jammers to mask our tracks. The border defenses of Dragon Country wouldn't have found us."
Jin Gong nodded with satisfaction, his subordinates were indeed reliable.
What martial artists, what sorcerers, in the face of bullets, were all garbage!
"Did you bring everything?"
Chad let out a rough laugh and patted the high-precision heavy sniper rifle on his shoulder,
"The caliber of this thing can shatter a diamond, let alone a person."
He then glanced at the others, who all brought out their weapons and patted them.
Gatling guns, RPGs, all devastating heavy weapons.
Jin Gong nodded with satisfaction,
"Very good. Our target this time is a guy named Qin Xuan."
"What?" Chad exclaimed, a look of contempt appearing on his face.
"Boss, the six of us plus this gear once took down a company of Americans. Now you want us to kill one person? Are you joking?"
Jin Gong glared at him and said,
"You know nothing. That kid is quite capable, a very skilled martial artist. One or twenty ordinary people are no match for him."
"How capable can he be? Can he be more capable than my baby's RPG?" a slightly fatter mercenary carrying an RPG on his shoulder said arrogantly.
"Martial artist? What good are martial artists? I remember on several previous missions, the intel showed martial artists, something about Houtian cultivation, weren't they all blown to ashes by my RPG?"
"All of you, pay attention!" Jin Gong snarled,
"The previous few times, I underestimated that brat, which is why I failed repeatedly. You just need to remember, he killed my son. This time, no matter what, you must kill him and avenge my son!"
Only then did the men understand. It turned out the young boss was dead, no wonder they had brought these heavy weapons and risked not being able to leave Dragon Country.
Although they had successfully infiltrated the border, Dragon Country was notoriously a "mercenary no-go zone."
Over the years, countless mercenaries had died in Dragon Country.
Many mercenaries in the world didn't like to mention Dragon Country; no matter how high the commission, they didn't want to take the risk.
Even the dogs of mercenaries would shake their heads at the mention of Dragon Country, fearing they would be slaughtered and eaten as food by the people of Dragon Country.
"We guarantee mission completion!" the six men shouted in unison.
As Qin Xuan arrived downstairs at the Wang Group building, he saw Qin Lin and Tan Taiyue waiting for him, and his heart sank.
It's over. Why did this darn girl Qin Lin come here! Could she be here to complain?
"Tan Tai, Lin Lin," Qin Xuan stepped forward and greeted them.
Unexpectedly, Qin Lin snorted and, linking her arm with Tan Taiyue's, said angrily,
"Sister-in-law, this scoundrel brother is here. He bullied me terribly today, hitting my feet. My soles are still a bit numb."
Saying that, she took off her bunny slippers and extended her feet to show Tan Taiyue.
Tan Taiyue bent down and looked at Qin Lin's feet. They were tender and pink, and there wasn't really anything wrong.
How could Qin Xuan bear to truly hit this girl? He doted on her even more than himself. She was probably just upset after an argument.
So he gently rubbed Qin Lin's foot, blew on it, and then stood up, pretending to be very angry, and said,
"Qin Xuan, you hit Lin Lin?"