Chapter 67

  A military uniform is a special kind of clothing. Without it, your life is ordinary and happy; once you have it, it will bring you glory and dignity. It will also give you suffering and death. The vastness of the world, the clarity of the mountains and rivers, do not belong to those who wear this uniform; what belongs to them are only the fierce horses, the western wind, the sandy battlefield, and the extinguished lives, either others' or their own.

  Author's note

  May 16, 2006. Dawn. Taklamakan Desert.

  The off-road vehicle was running tirelessly on the small path under the starry sky, with Takar City in the back gradually shrinking into a model. As people let out a sigh of relief, the car also seemed to relax. A burst of black smoke emerged from the engine, as if saying: "You're stupid. Let you guys abuse me again. I'm not doing it anymore."

  Grandma's... Zhao Zhenghao slapped the steering wheel. The engine smoking wasn't a small problem. Even if they went to a repair shop, it would take some time to fix it. Not to mention this desolate wilderness with no village in front and no store behind. He hugged the steering wheel and glanced at the back: Get out of the car. Run to the hiding point. The team members jumped out of the car one after another. Zhou Yan took the opportunity to take away that high-altitude machine gun. A string of bullets hung all over his body. A heroic spirit suddenly surged up in his heart. He carried the machine gun on his shoulder and joked: Hey, look at me, don't I look like Lan Bo? Liu Junhao heard the sound and turned his head to say: Hey, I think you look like Da Bo. Shao Hui followed up by saying: Da Bo doesn't look like it. It's just that we've never seen such a sorry state of Lan Bo. Zhou Yan didn't expect that his self-satisfied image would be described as such by others. He said gloomily: If we really start fighting, don't blame me for not providing fire support for you guys. What time is it now? You're still joking around here. Save your energy and run, can't you? Zhao Zhenghao stopped in his tracks and stood on the side to urge them on: Hurry up and run. Try not to exchange fire with those people. Liu Junhao, use that energy you had when you were chasing Hei Bei to run... Ah, this is just right. Wait for me.

  Liu Junhao hated it most when others mentioned this matter. He spread his legs and ran forward even more desperately, not caring about the teammates chasing after him.

  They forgot one thing. One detail that was fatal. Of course, even if they had discovered it, there would have been no time to deal with it. A string of not very messy bloody footprints betrayed their escape route. The blood clung tightly to the feet of the team members like lice, guiding the Himalayan giant to avenge its master.

  At this moment, Takarazuka City was already in a state of chaos. The Red Snow people were using the loudspeakers on the square to demand that residents turn on all lights and open their doors for inspection. All streets were in disarray, with armed personnel standing guard or entering homes to search. Dogs were sniffing around everywhere, tongues hanging out, exhaling white mist. It wasn't until the radio broadcast started making noise that the chaotic crowd stopped moving and rushed towards one street to gather. That street was brightly lit, with several large spotlights shining down on it. Although the snow season had passed, the temperature in the middle of the night was still extremely low. The thick blood had frozen, like black asphalt, covering the street. On top of it lay four corpses, their bodies mangled beyond recognition. Two of them were completely stripped of skin, another had lost half its neck, and one had a hole pierced through its chest. From the nearby bloodstains, you could see the scene where the blood had sprayed out wildly at the time. The smell of human blood was extremely pungent. The four people had been drained of their last drop of blood, staining the entire air with an eerie atmosphere. The perpetrator had acted swiftly and ruthlessly, silently slipping away after killing the four people and leaving behind this terrifying street to await the arrival of others to clean up. Even the soldiers from the Red Snow organization, who were accustomed to taking lives without batting an eye, couldn't help but vomit when they arrived at this street.

  The man called General Babu gritted his teeth as he watched the scene before him. An old man slowly walked up behind him and said, "We've fought countless battles and lost many men, but someone has escaped right under our noses and killed four of our own. This is a shame we've never experienced before, Babu. What did you do this time?" The old man's gaze was meaningful as he looked at Babu.

  Here is the translation:

  Heh heh. Babu's teeth made a cracking sound. His mouth twisted up to his nostrils. He didn't respond to the old man's words. He picked up the radio and gave an order in a slow, deliberate tone. A moment later, a column of armed off-road vehicles drove over and stopped beside them. The first vehicle had a man with scars all over his face get out. This person was very tall, but for some reason seemed somewhat bloated, looking quite uncoordinated. Apart from this, the most striking feature was his pair of triangular eyes. His gloomy gaze stared straight ahead, reminiscent of a snake's eyes. He walked up to the old man and Babu in full combat gear, asking emotionlessly: General, do you need our help? Babu's gaze shifted from the red ground to him, saying: War Snake, please keep your distance when speaking to me. Or put away your pet. I dislike it. War Snake's bloated body stirred. A huge, reddish-brown triangular snake head suddenly poked out of his bulletproof vest, spitting black venom and staring at Babu with ill intent. This was a typical giant boa constrictor. No wonder Babu, whose brain was addled by rage, still remembered to warn him to keep his distance. Don't worry, General. Without my orders, this snake won't bite anyone. Please tell me who the enemy is. War Snake doesn't like beating around the bush. If he doesn't move, then that's it. But if he does move, he'll strike straight at the enemy's vitals. This personality was just like the giant boa constrictor in his arms.

  This time your opponent is ten people, to be precise eight of them are strong men, the other two can be ignored. I ask you no matter where you chase them, you must bring back their corpses. I want to hang them in the square until they turn into ashes.

  General Barbu, you've become quite timid lately. You called us here just because of these few people. The war snakes seem to be somewhat dissatisfied.

  Don't underestimate these people. Take a look at their methods yourself. Babu retorted coldly.

  The war snake uses triangular eyes to scan the streets: pediatric.

  As they spoke, his originally stout body suddenly began to melt away. Ripples appeared in layers, and wherever they reached, he immediately became thinner. The ripples stopped at his waist. Babu frowned and retreated a few steps in disgust. The snake head poked out again, spitting out its tongue to gather the surrounding smells. Then, it slowly lowered its body to the ground and began to slither away. The thick snake body appeared segment by segment before everyone's eyes until the small tail finally touched the ground, revealing its true form - a two-meter-long giant boa constrictor. Its massive belly was ferocious and good at fighting. This kind of snake usually only lives in South America, where it is known as the king of the land and also called the most terrifying type of snake. Whether it's its body size or venom, all other animals are no match for it. This snake has another name - Silent Destiny. It symbolizes a god, a god that controls human death. The boa constrictor doesn't like to move much, but wherever it goes, there won't be any other living creatures left. When you encounter it, the God of Destiny will also fall silent.

  The crowd was in an uproar, but the only thing that didn't move was the corpse on the ground. The giant snake slowly slithered towards it. Generally, snakes don't eat dead things. Maybe it was hungry. It sensed that the food on the ground still had a hint of warmth. So it thought about going over to have a meal. The war snake suddenly whistled. The giant snake stopped moving and quietly lay on the ground as if thinking. The war snake said to it, "Come back, I'll take you to eat something fresh right away." The giant snake seemed to understand and turned its body around to slither towards its owner. The war snake lifted up his bulletproof jacket. The giant snake stood up straight, its head raised high, reaching waist level. It crawled back into the owner's clothes. The previously empty bulletproof jacket suddenly puffed out again.

  War Snake. Please, old man walked over and said to him. If you need air support, I'll send a helicopter to help you right away. However, I think this sentence is redundant.

  The war snake nodded, gazing gloomily at a string of bloody footprints extending outward. He tapped his chest and said, "This time I'll treat you to Chinese food." His chest heaved twice, as if in response to him.

  The team members were running non-stop. A few kilometers was nothing to them, but the two experts couldn't take it anymore. No matter how hard Zhang Weize pulled, they just couldn't go on. Finally, one of them plopped down on the ground, panting heavily with their mouth wide open, as if they were going to spit out their lungs. Zhang Weize looked back anxiously and then at him, stretching out his hand: "Let's go, we're almost there. We'll be in the car soon." The expert didn't respond, too busy gasping for air. Zhang Weize took a step forward, grabbed one of them by the collar, and pulled him up. But the other expert's temper flared up again: "I told you I'm not one of your soldiers! I've done my best... uh..." Zhang Weize didn't have time to listen to his nonsense. He picked up the expert's legs and slung him over his shoulder, taking off in a run. The expert was already exhausted and felt like vomiting. Being carried like a pole made him feel even more miserable, and he finally couldn't take it anymore and vomited up bitter water. Liu Junhao looked at the other expert and said with a smile: "I have a more comfortable 'face-down' style. Are you interested?" The expert scrambled to his feet and ran away like he had seen a ghost. Liu Junhao didn't let him off that easily, chasing after him and haggling: "You can try before you buy. If it's not comfortable, I won't charge you."

  There is no deception between old and young. Considering you are an intellectual, I'll give you a 20% discount.

  Or give a free massage... oh no... tuina. Guaranteed to fix your muscle and bone problems.

  Human potential is infinite, and as long as it is forced by the outside world, it will burst out with superhuman strength. This expert's current speed has already reached the level of a special forces soldier. Zhang Weize, who was carrying someone on his shoulder, couldn't help but sigh in admiration: The armed police really have their own set of skills.