Chapter 1: Disaster Strikes

  A group of people with weapons emerged quickly from the Alps in southeastern France. They were all dressed as special forces and their weapons were very sophisticated, all of which were standard-issue weapons for active-duty troops in various European countries.

  "Head! There's a small town ahead, let's go there!"

  "Honey! You take a team and keep watch, we'll take Lawson to find the doctor!" The head said, looking at an injured and unconscious team member.

  "Yes!"

  The man called Hani was holding an M4 automatic rifle with an M203 grenade launcher attached to it, looking like he had just finished a battle. He beckoned several people to quickly hide on the outskirts of the town.

  "Head, the Red Moon Mercenaries are right behind us, they should be catching up soon!"

  "No way, Tony! Lawson has to be saved! He's the captain's brother! If anything happens to him, we'll have no excuse!" The head said with a complex expression while looking at the injured Lawson.

  "This could bring disaster to this town." Tony said worriedly.

  "No choice, our doctor is dead. Now we can only go to the town to find a doctor. Hopefully, this time the Red Moon Mercenary Corps won't harm innocent people! We have what they want, they shouldn't waste time on this aspect."

  "Let's hope so!"

  The injured man had one leg entirely stained with blood, the wound was simply treated, a very strong and sturdy man carried him on his back, with another person supporting him by the side, both Tony and he were tense, moving forward to the small town.

  Jing Yang couldn't help but smile when he saw the rolling Alps.

  "It's finally here!"

  Jing Yang was studying in France, because he had always wanted to go to the Alps, so he joined a tourism website similar to China's Lvyou Net and made an appointment with several people who also wanted to travel to the Alps.

  The small town in front of us can hardly find its name on the map, but because it is at the foot of the Alps, an experienced donkey friend has set a gathering here.

  "Blue little cottage! It's really a beautiful wooden house!"

  Jing Yang saw the meeting place and couldn't help but quicken his pace with excitement. It was a small bar, and laughter could still be heard coming from inside.

  Jing Yang walked in with a large backpack, pushing the door open. There weren't many people inside, but in the corner, there were several men and women sitting around a table drinking beer, all wearing hiking gear. When they saw Jing Yang, he broke into a smile.

  "Oh! Look who's here! A handsome young Chinese man!" exclaimed a white woman in her thirties.

  "Hi! Hello everyone! I'm Jing Yang! Nice to meet you all!" Jing Yang hurriedly and politely introduced himself in English and greeted everyone.

  Jing Yang is fluent in English, and French was learned after arriving in France.

  "Hey! Come on over, our Chinese friend, you look great!" a thirty-something French man called out in a friendly manner.

  Jing Yang's name is still familiar to donkey friends, and everyone is also very enthusiastic about saying hello to him.

  Jing Yang was just about to walk towards them when four armed men suddenly burst in from outside the door, two of whom were carrying a wounded person.

  "Oh! God! What happened?!" The beautiful woman screamed when she saw the wounded man covered in blood.

  Jing Yang stood still, looking at these people, and found that they all wore berets, wearing tiger-striped camouflage uniforms. The four people in their hands held different weapons, one of them carrying two weapons on his body.

  "Awesome! These are all incredibly powerful weapons!" Jing Yang couldn't help but secretly admire them.

  Four people, one wounded, all with relatively good weapons, including M4 automatic rifles, HK-416 assault rifles, M110 sniper rifles, RPK light machine guns, and SABR sniper/assault combat rifles.

  Jing Yang is a military enthusiast, and his favorite thing to do is collect various weapon magazines. As a result, he is very familiar with all sorts of weapons. The first impression these people gave him was that they were special forces, because their equipment was extremely advanced and fully configured.

  "Is there a doctor here?! We have someone who needs medical attention!" The person holding the SABR rifle shouted loudly, looking very anxious.

  "There is no doctor in our town! But there is a pharmacy." The waiter immediately said.

  "Isn't anyone in the pharmacy able to dress wounds?!" he asked anxiously

  "Head! Lawson's not going to make it! He'll bleed out if he doesn't get help soon!" Tony exclaimed.

  Jing Yang has been learning martial arts and traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture from his grandfather since he was a child. This time, he brought out a very complete set of equipment to play with, because he often plays with friends at home and knows the various equipment and medicines that must be brought when traveling. Moreover, he learned the Ling Shu Jiu Zhen (Nine Needles of the Spiritual Pivot) from his grandfather since childhood, so he also got some real skills, although now it's still half-baked, but treating external injuries is no problem.

  Since no one else responded, Jing Yang said softly: "I'm not a doctor, but I understand some treatments. Maybe I can help him."

  "Then hurry up, we will repay you!" The man said, gesturing to the others to carry the wounded onto two tables put together.

  Jing Yang didn't have any experience treating others because his grandfather hadn't allowed him to treat anyone yet, but at this critical moment, he had to take action.

  Jing Yang gritted his teeth and finished checking the wound. The man's thigh had been pierced by a bullet from behind, leaving a trumpet-shaped wound. It was clear that the wound had undergone simple treatment, but it still wouldn't stop bleeding.

  Jing Yang took out his needle box and first aid kit from his backpack, disinfected the golden needles, and immediately helped the wounded soldier seal the hole and stop the bleeding.

  That sturdy big man saw Jing Yang use a strange needle to prick the wounded soldier, so he pointed his gun at his head, but was stopped by the person next to him, who said in a low voice: "Grant! This is Chinese acupuncture, I know!"

  After a few more stitches from Jing Yang, it was clear that the wounded man's bleeding had stopped. He lifted his head and said to several people: "This leg of his is definitely not going to be saved, the wound is too big and very likely to become infected..."

  Jing Yang was halfway through speaking when a cold light flashed before his eyes, and the wounded soldier's leg had already been chopped off by the leader with a cold steel machete. The originally unconscious wounded soldier was awakened by the pain, but only weakly struggled for a few moments. If Jing Yang hadn't sealed his acupoints, he would have probably died from the pain. Two soldiers were holding him down to prevent him from continuing to struggle.

  It's clear that these people are used to this and know that doing so is to save Lawson's life, each of them with a cold expression.

  "Hurry up and treat his wound!" The head said coldly to Jing Yang who was stunned on the spot.

  My god! Is this human? It's too damn efficient!

  Jing Yang glanced at the other soldiers and found that they all had the same expression, so he quickly helped the wounded soldier to dress his wound. Fortunately, he had brought good Yunnan Baiyao and anti-inflammatory drugs with him.

  The donkeys on the side looked at these people in horror, and the beautiful woman also tightly pursed her lips and didn't make any more sounds.

  The door opened and another similarly dressed person came in from outside, whispered a few words into someone's ear, and this person immediately gestured to leave. As he was about to leave, he pulled out a large roll of euros from his pocket and stuffed it into Jing Yang's hand, saying softly: "Thank you! Chinese kid!"

  That big man named Grant picked up the broken leg and then carried the wounded, they came suddenly and left quickly, and these people left from the back door of the bar. Jing Yang originally didn't want money, just about to say something, they had already left, he could only shrug his shoulders to express puzzlement to his friends.

  The waiters at the bar also let out a sigh of relief and picked up their tools to clean up the bloodstains on the tables and floor.

  "Oh! Good heavens, weren't you afraid just now?" The beautiful woman asked Jing Yang who had sat down.

  "To be honest, I'm not scared, but it's really disgusting. This is the first time I've seen such a severe injury, now I can't eat anything!" Jing Yang looked at the food and drinks on the table and felt another wave of nausea.

  "Yes, it's too terrifying! What kind of people are these?!"

  At this moment, the door of the bar was suddenly kicked open and two people rushed in from outside, holding guns aimed at the people inside the bar. The guns were AK-47s, which even the beautiful woman recognized.

  Four more people came in, and Jing Yang et al. saw that these people were also wearing camouflage military uniforms, some with berets on their heads, others wrapped in headscarves, holding M16, SVD sniper rifles, MG36 machine guns and other weapons.

  A burly man with a mustache saw the bloodstains on the ground and asked the stunned waiter, "How long have they been gone?"

  "Just left!" The waiter hastily replied.

  Luo Yan's mustache turned around and looked at the two people beside him, holding a sniper rifle and a light machine gun, indicating that they would take someone to chase. Then he sat in front of a table and said: "Is that injured person still alive?"

  "He should still be alive." The waiter replied cautiously.

  "His doctor died, was it someone from your town who saved him?" asked the man with a goatee beard, fiddling with an extremely powerful harpoon knife.

  "No...not really, our town doesn't have a doctor..." The waiter said, glancing at Jing Yang but didn't mention him.

  "Tell me who saved him, or you'll have to ask him to save you!" The eyes of the man with the goatee were filled with a fierce and menacing aura, making the waiter shiver.

  Jing Yang saw this situation and knew that the waiter had collapsed. Perhaps in the next second, he would say something about himself, so it was better to admit some things himself.

  "It was I who saved him!" Jing Yang stood up and said

  As soon as Jing Yang's words fell, the guns in the hands of the other four people were all aimed at him, and their fingers were all on the trigger.

  Sideburns looked at Jing Yang and smiled slightly, asking: "You should be Chinese, right?"

  "That's right, I am Chinese!" Jing Yang said calmly and confidently.

  A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he lightly waved the knife in his hand.

  Dada...

  "Ah! ~......"

  Two AK-47s started firing wildly, and a blood-curdling scream came from the beautiful woman as she was suddenly faced with a scene of blood splattering everywhere.