Zhao Yun walked into the office to look for Zhang Cheng, but found that there was no Zhang Cheng in the office, only An Feng who usually poured tea and water for Zhang Cheng.
"The commander-in-chief has left. He asked me to tell you that after he leaves, you will be in charge of this place." An Feng said in the office.
"What! When did he leave?" Zhao Yun's face changed slightly and he asked.
"Leaving in the morning."
"Besides him, is there anyone else?"
"Lan Yue, Miss Yan, they all followed the commander-in-chief." He answered honestly.
"Then I understand. Well, by the way, if anyone asks about the commander-in-chief, just say that the commander-in-chief personally went to protect the safe evacuation of the foreigners."
Zhao Yun suddenly remembered something, it was not an instruction, but he said it in a commanding tone.
An Feng suddenly felt awe-inspiring and hurriedly said: "I understand."
at the same time.
Zhang Cheng, Lan Yue, Yan Qingling, Dao Yishang and others drove a military off-road vehicle and came to a deserted road to meet up with Mark Hairui and the others.
On the deserted road, there was a long line of military vehicles parked, thirty or forty of them, large and small, many of them giant military vehicles with more than twenty tires.
The people on and off the bus were also wearing camouflage military uniforms. They were all Wesel’s local military uniforms, but these people had different skins and came from various countries and nationalities.
"Boss!"
"boss!"
"Boss!"
Seeing Zhang Cheng and the others coming, Mark and the others cheered and shouted loudly. They had been waiting for a long time.
"How long have you been waiting for me?" Zhang Cheng got off the car and walked over and asked.
"It's been almost an hour. This damn weather is obviously not summer, but it's even hotter than summer. I'm almost dying of heat."
Mark complained that this white guy was sweating profusely, and so were the others.
"This is the Middle East, so heat is normal. No, I brought you frozen mineral water. I brought this from the camp."
After hearing Zhang Cheng's words, everyone was excited. Regardless of the heat, they immediately went to the car to unload the mineral water.
The off-road vehicle that Zhang Cheng drove was big enough. It was filled with water and contained a lot of mineral water. Even though there were many people here, it was enough.
"Did you get the things?" Zhang Cheng asked while drinking ice-cold mineral water.
"I got it." Hai Rui also took a sip of ice water, feeling refreshed physically and mentally, and led Zhang Cheng towards the back of the military vehicle convoy.
Hai Rui ordered people to pull down the curtain. It was a giant military vehicle with more than twenty tires. As the curtain fell, what was revealed were huge gun barrels. It was very huge and shocking.
Zhang Cheng was moved by it!
You can imagine how terrifying and spectacular it is when these gun barrels spit fire together.
And this military vehicle is also an artillery launcher. Even if you have money, it is difficult to buy it.
"This baby, three in total, is the best heavy equipment we got from Donglin Cathedral. It is not an ordinary multiple rocket launcher, but one developed and modified by the church. According to those researchers, their power is
Compared with the multiple rocket launchers currently equipped by country m,
It will be at least one-third larger. It is our most lethal equipment at present. In addition, we also have thirteen surface-to-air missiles. According to your instructions, we brought them all this time. Okay.
Say, this is all we have now," Hai Rui said.
Zhang Cheng was born in a Siberian training camp, so he naturally knew the destructive power of these weapons in front of him.
Once you aim at it and fire, as long as you are hit or within the effective lethality range, no matter whether you are a legend or a supreme, you will only die.
"Good job." Zhang Cheng patted Hai Rui on the shoulder. Mark came over and said, "I have a role to play."
"Haha, Mark, of course I haven't forgotten you. You are my best right-hand man." Zhang Cheng laughed, and then said, "The time has come, and it's time for us to set off. But before that, we have one more thing to do.
To do.”
"It has been prepared for a long time." Hai Rui took out a mask from his waist and put it on, revealing only a pair of eyes and nostrils. "We each have one of these masks. It was made temporarily by Kelly and her team. It is breathable, comfortable, and hard.
It has a certain bulletproof function, and there is a layer of soft rubber inside, which makes it feel very soft when worn.”
"Very good, then it's time for me to put on a mask." Zhang Cheng took out the mask he had prepared. It was a human skin mask. He wiped it on his face and fiddled with it with his other hand, and his appearance changed into another.
People.
He was obviously an Oriental, but in the blink of an eye he turned into a typical Western face.
Cohen!
Witnessing this process and looking at Zhang Cheng's appearance, Hai Rui's expression changed and he asked cautiously: "Boss, do you want to use Cohen's name?"
"Isn't it possible? I am Cohen." Zhang Cheng asked with a smile.
"Okay, okay, but everyone thinks you are dead. Now you suddenly pop up, and don't forget, everyone thinks you still have the spiritual imprint of Armstrong on you."
Hai Rui was worried.
"Don't worry, I'm no longer the me without wings. If they want a spiritual brand, just come to me, I'm afraid they won't be able to take it away with their lives." Zhang Cheng said coldly.
Two minutes later, the convoy started and headed northwest.
…
Persian Gulf.
A huge aircraft carrier formation sailed in like behemoths. From a distance, these steel behemoths were like mountains that could move in the sea. Once they showed their power, it would be a disaster that would destroy the world and cause landslides and landslides.
"Those guys on the second line are really a bunch of trash. They have disgraced the face of our country." A tall black man wearing a giant suit cursed, "Sending them to rescue the hostages is really the biggest mistake. They are obviously citizens of our country.
But we were saved by the half-dead An Feng from China. It’s such a shame, it has completely ruined the face of our ferocious beast.”
Angry! Annoyed!
"General, don't be angry. They are just candidate members of the Beast, not even official members. To say they are the second tier is already giving them a pat on the back. In real terms, they can only be said to be the third and fourth tier of the Beast. Let's put things into perspective.
It's normal to mess up." Next to him, a deputy-looking soldier said.
"But, I'm just unhappy." The black general was still angry and kept slamming the table.
"There is nothing to be angry about. There is no need to worry about small things like evacuation. What is really important is the mission of our trip. For this mission, our beasts have sent front-line elites. We must complete the mission. You know, this is the president.
The commander gave the order in person and repeatedly warned it not to fail."
Opposite him, a man wearing a general's uniform sat opposite him. If Zhang Cheng were here, he would recognize this man as General Pierce, whom he had a close relationship with.
"Of course I know the importance of this mission. It's S-level. Even the Beast King is here." The black general said with a condensed expression.
Among the beast special forces, the only one who can be called the "King of Beasts" is the Supreme God.