Dragon Hermit

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The desert in the middle of the night no longer has the heat of the day, and the temperature drops rapidly, making people feel cold.

A few kilometers away from the second sacrificial place of the Devil's Society, a group of more than ten soldiers were struggling on foot. They wore desert camouflage and carried a full set of equipment, which made each of them heavy and strenuous to walk on the soft sand.

The composition of this team is very complex, including whites, blacks, and Asians of yellow race. They all have a kind of "elite" temperament, and they all look at the wolf with a murderous look.

"Stop!" The leader, a big white man, raised his hand and ordered in a low voice, and the team stopped immediately without making any noise.

The soldiers climbed up the sand dunes ahead, took out the night vision binoculars to observe for a while, and then retreated.

The big white man called everyone together and said: "There are a lot of lights ahead, we are here, let's take a rest first, and we will start in two hours."

"Yes, Captain!" The soldiers put down their heavy backpacks and equipment one after another, rested on the spot, drank water and ate, and chatted in low voices.

"Hey Cousins, I heard you proposed to your girlfriend, is that true?" tqR1

"George, this mission is over, how about going to Las Vegas together?"

"Tell you guys, last time I had a pool party, hot girls..."

The soldiers tried their best to talk about light topics, relax their minds, and make themselves less nervous.

A young man with a crosshair tattooed on his arm approached the big white man: "Captain, I always feel that this mission is different from the previous ones. I have a hunch that this time it will be very troublesome!"

"Clay, your premonitions are always accurate, but we have already accepted the mission and received the prepaid commission of five million dollars. No matter how much trouble there is, we must complete the mission." The white man said calmly.

"The mission of 10 million commissions, this time the CIA is really generous. This is the first time I heard that they paid so much money for an investigation mission. After completing the mission, each of us can share hundreds of thousands of dollars. Think about it. It's cool, haha!" A strong black man interrupted excitedly.

"Protect yourself, or I can only send this money to your family." The white man said with a serious face: "The CIA is not a fool. Since this task is worth 10 million U.S. dollars, there must be more than 10 million dollars." The danger of US dollars, maybe some of us will die, and it is not surprising that the whole army will be wiped out, in short, be careful!"

"Understood, Captain!" The white man said very solemnly, and the team members stopped joking, and the atmosphere became a little tense.

"This time the CIA gave us very little information, and they don't know anything about the situation here. They only know that a mysterious organization is capturing a large number of local aborigines and transporting them to the depths of the desert. They suspect that this is related to cult activities..."

"Since when did the CIA become so interested in cults, and they are willing to pay 10 million US dollars just to investigate the situation? This is not in line with their style!" A soldier expressed doubts.

"That's right, they sold arms to warlords and killed countless people. They definitely don't care about the lives of these natives. Captain, they must have important information that they haven't given us?" Another soldier also said.

"They didn't give any more information, but I bought information from that bastard Hurley. He said that this organization is called the Demon Society and has a history of thousands of years!" said the white man.

"Thousands of years?" Everyone was stunned. "That is to say, the organization we are going to investigate has a history longer than most countries in the world?"

"Not only that." The white man went on to say: "That bastard Heli also said that many members of this devil society are people with supernatural abilities..."

"Fack, people with supernatural abilities? Damn it, I don't want to deal with those perverts!" The strong black man exclaimed, with a look of fear on his face: "I've seen the videos of Tonghai, Maicheng and Washington, those monsters are too strong Yes, we can't deal with them at all!"

"That's right, captain, I don't want to face the Tonghai monster or the skeleton monster in Washington. Our weapons are useless in front of these monsters!"

"Captain, why didn't you tell us this information earlier?" As soon as this sentence was asked, all the soldiers' eyes focused on the big white man, with suspicion, anger, and bewilderment.

"I only got this information after I took over the mission. At that time, it was impossible to go back on my word. You should also know that this is the mission of the CIA. If you go back on the mission, there will be consequences. They will throw us all in prison without hesitation." , or even kill them directly." The white man explained with a guilty face.

"Those bastards!" The team members all looked angry, but no one questioned the captain anymore.

Two hours later, this mercenary team packed up their things and continued to move towards their destination. After knowing that the enemy was likely to be a person with supernatural abilities, no one dared to take it lightly. This mercenary team entered the best state.

They didn't know that there were two pairs of eyes following them in the darkness. These four eyes are cold, they seem to have no human emotions at all, and they are full of killing intent.

"Damn, why do I feel cold?" The strong black man shivered and looked around nervously, but even with night vision equipment, he didn't notice anything unusual.

"It's like this in the desert at night. The temperature difference between day and night here is huge, ah..." Another mercenary just said half a sentence, and suddenly let out a scream.

"There are enemies, damn it!"

"My God, what kind of monster is that?"

"Shoot, shoot!"

...

There was a panic in the channel, and the mercenaries fired one after another. Fortunately, they installed silencers in advance, and there were sand dunes in front of them, so the sound would not be transmitted several kilometers away.

Two black shadows shuttled quickly between the flying bullets. Sometimes they ran upright, and sometimes they landed on all fours, using various strange postures to avoid bullets. These mercenaries have rich experience in the battlefield, and everyone is a sharpshooter, but in the dark, their vision is limited, and they are afraid of accidentally injuring their teammates, so they missed these two shadows for a while.

There was another scream, and a black shadow passed by a mercenary. The mercenary's head flew up, and the headless corpse fell on the yellow sand.

"Lowry! Damn it! Damn it!" The tragic death of the companion made the mercenaries both angry and frightened. They chased the shadow and shot wildly, but did not achieve any results. Although a few bullets hit the shadows, they barely affected their movements, which made the mercenaries even more flustered.

In the bare desert, if this continues, the dozen or so mercenaries will soon be slaughtered by these two shadows.

When the third companion was chopped off in the middle, all the mercenaries were filled with despair.

At this moment, a black figure that was running seemed to have bumped into something, and fell forward violently. It rolled on the sand for more than ten laps before stopping, lying motionless on the ground.

At this time, the mercenaries heard a "swoosh".

Another black shadow roared, hit the ground on all fours, turned around and fled, but it also fell down suddenly, remained motionless, and fell from the sky with another "swoosh".

The mercenaries were still in shock, and carefully surrounded them with their guns, and then they exclaimed: "It's an arrow!"

What killed the two shadows were two metal long arrows, each of which hit the shadow's head accurately, killing them with one blow.

The mercenaries looked up at the sky, but saw nothing.