From the high sky, Desolate Valley looks like a gourd-shaped canyon.

The sides of Desolate Valley are steep cliffs, with only one rugged path running north to south.

At this moment, atop the northernmost peak of Desolate Valley, a broad leather tent is set up.

Inside the tent, a thick Persian carpet spreads out, with gold and silver threads woven into intricate patterns.

A small table is set up inside the tent, with a goblet of fine red wine on it.

An elegant Caucasian man sits cross-legged before the table.

He wears a luxurious black overcoat, his handsome face not so young anymore, showing slight wrinkles.

A large diamond ring, with a ten-carat blue diamond, gleams on his finger, reflecting his deep eyes.

The Caucasian man gently picks up the goblet, takes a sip, and a look of pleasure and intoxication appears in his eyes.

A towering big man, over 1.9 meters tall, stands respectfully in front of him.

The muscles under the big man's camouflage suit are knotted and bulging, exuding explosive power.

From him emanates a strong killing intent, like a bayonet, making others dare not look up at him.

However, this fierce and robust man behaves like a docile pet dog in front of the Caucasian man.

"Lucifer, have your Hellhound troops taken their positions?"

The Caucasian man's fair and slender fingers gently play with the goblet.

His eyes are as deep as the sea, yet his expression is kind and amiable.

Lucifer's lips reveal a fierce smile.

"Respected Ogunila, the Hellhound Squad has already begun their operation."

"At this moment, I believe our prey has entered their attack view."

A cold glint appears in Ogunila's eyes as he gently sighs.

"I asked whether the Chief Instructor of the Hellhound Mercenaries, Mr. Yuri, has arrived?"

Lucifer pauses, then forces a bitter smile.

"Lord Ogunila, you know that although Instructor Yuri gets paid by our Hellhound Mercenaries, he deems ordinary missions beneath him."

"This mission lacks enough challenge for him; he might not come."

"However, I still followed your instructions and sent Instructor Yuri a message, hoping he can arrive in time."

Ogunila snorts, his expression deeply dissatisfied.

"Though your forces rank among the top nine among mercenaries, without Mr. Yuri, your ranking would drop past twenty."

He stands and walks around the tent.

"Two-thirds of my billion Rice Gold is for Mr. Yuri's commission."

"If he doesn't show up, do you really think you're worth that much?"

A flash of anger crosses the big man's eyes, but he lowers his head.

"I will contact Instructor Yuri and ensure he arrives promptly."

"Please, Lord Ogunila, give us some time."

Ogunila says indifferently, "Make it quick."

"My younger brother was killed by a Huaxia Special Forces soldier. This is a grief and humiliation I cannot bear."

"Tonight is my brother's soul-return night; I want him to see with his own eyes how his brother avenges him."

He raises a finger.

"The money is here. For killing one Huaxia Special Forces soldier, the bounty is a million Rice Gold."

"A hundred heads, a billion Rice Gold, no cap. You figure it out."

Greed flickers in Lucifer's eyes.

"Rest assured, my lord, we will complete the task."

Ogunila snaps his fingers.

His gaze penetrates the tent, looking towards the distant low clouds.

"Very well, begin your show."

At North Mo Special Forces Training Base, Wu Yuanzhong's satellite phone rang.

He picked it up and immediately trembled, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"What, Ogunila? Yuri, ranked third on the global sniper list, appeared in Desolate Valley?"

In that moment, it felt like Wu Yuanzhong's heart was struck by lightning.

An indescribable terror caused his heart to clench tightly.

This is a conspiracy!

Wu Yuanzhong dropped the phone and stumbled out of the tent.

As he stepped out of the tent, he tripped on a rope.

The old general nearly fell and twisted his waist.

Wu Yuanzhong's waist hurt badly.

But he ignored it, running frantically towards the 004 Cooking Squad.

In the Cooking Squad's tent, Yang Fei, Fan Yi, and Mad Blade sighed heavily, feeling deeply dejected.

Long Xia and others remained silent, everyone's mood was down.

Just then, Wu Yuanzhong rushed in like the wind.

His throat gasped like a bellows, unable to speak.

Yang Fei looked at Wu Yuanzhong in shock.

"Old Lady Wu, when did you start practicing qinggong?"

"At your age, stop playing around."

This guy, not assigned to a mission, spoke sarcastically, mocking Wu Yuanzhong.

Mad Blade and Fan Yi suppressed their laughter.

Only Yang Fei dared to speak to Wu Yuanzhong this way in the whole Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions.

Fan Yi poured a glass of water and handed it to Wu Yuanzhong.

Wu Yuanzhong drank it all in one gulp before finally catching his breath to speak.

"Our foreign Hidden Dragon agents sent word; Yuri is here, waiting in Desolate Valley."

"The Hellhound Mercenaries are prepared to ambush our forces. This hostage situation is a luring tactic!"

"What!"

Yang Fei's voice turned hoarse instantly.

He jumped up, glaring at Wu Yuanzhong.

"Yuri? The King Sniper ranked third globally?"

Wu Yuanzhong nodded vigorously. "Yes, it's him."

"The same Yuri hired to assassinate the Fei Country's leader last time. You've faced him before."

He looked urgently at Yang Fei.

"Listen to me, Yang Fei. Only you can handle Yuri. The situation is critical."

"You must head to Desolate Valley immediately."

Yang Fei checked his watch and cursed.

"Damn it, five hours have already passed."

"Our three Special Forces squads might have already fallen into their ambush, you...'

Wu Yuanzhong ignored his rudeness.

"Time is life. I'll have an armed helicopter take you to the border."

"The rest of the 004 Cooking Squad will follow."

Yang Fei started moving. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go."

Three minutes later, an armed helicopter with fully-equipped Yang Fei aboard disappeared into the night sky.

Mad Blade, Fan Yi, and the 004 Cooking Squad also moved out urgently to Desolate Valley.

Wu Yuanzhong took the initiative to arrange for Changfeng Squad for emergency aid before notifying the top commander, Fu Biao.

Fu Biao jumped out of his camp bed in fright.

This attack concerns the life and death of three Special Forces squads.

If something really happened, Fu Biao would definitely be court-martialed.

The two leaders hastily called an emergency meeting, arranging a series of contingency plans.

Wu Yuanzhong looked at the low-hanging dark clouds overhead, silently praying.

"May the heavens bless. May Yang Fei reach Desolate Valley in time for the emergency rescue. Otherwise..."

He shivered, not daring to think further.

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