Yang Fei looked calmly at the remaining three people.

"I'm sorry, but I play cards with only one goal in mind, and that's to kill."

The three of them looked at the blood-soaked cards in his hand and suddenly realized what was happening, turning to flee in terror.

Bang, bang, bang!

Mad Blade picked up the automatic rifle from the ground and opened fire.

The guy grabbed a military canteen and put it on the gun's barrel as a silencer.

In the muffled gunshots, the three fleeing figures rolled down the hillside, becoming three lifeless bodies.

Yang Fei sighed, feeling slightly reluctant in his heart.

But in this place, human life was as cheap as that of dogs; hunters could be hunted at any moment.

Mad Blade's actions were not wrong.

Mad Blade killed the three men, then picked up the automatic rifle, military spikes, and ammunition from the ground, equipped for battle.

Yang Fei, on the other hand, only picked up a triangular military spike.

The two of them exchanged a smile and high-fived.

"Buddy, it looks like we're going for a big play again this time."

"Remember, we must not alert their main forces before capturing Mosika."

"Otherwise, with that many guns firing, our brothers will suffer casualties."

Mad Blade nodded: "Don't worry, that bastard Mosika may call himself an arms dealer, but he's a bandit."

"When we return this time, I'm going to shove a bullet right into his ass."

Yang Fei laughed: "It's no surprise. In this place, there's no such thing as good people."

"You can tell Mosika's been doing this kind of thing for years. We need to be careful."

As they talked, their figures disappeared into the jungle.

Yang Fei was quite right.

Arms dealer Mosika had been killing and plundering for a long time.

To him, large mercenary corps were his main clients.

And small forces of around twenty people were just his prey.

At this moment, under the protection of a small squad, Mosika was leisurely smoking a cigar.

This cigar from Cuba had a rich and smooth flavor.

To anyone in the Asako Chaotic Region, this was a luxury.

But to Mosika, this luxury was nothing.

Many legion commanders among his main clients would bring him small gifts.

These cigars cost nothing.

Thinking about the easy profit he would make today put Mosika in a great mood.

Mad Blade hadn't haggled much while purchasing arms and even gave Aka a tip of one hundred US dollars.

His generosity caught Mosika's attention.

People like this were often desperate outlaws from other countries.

Eager to establish a foothold in the Asako Chaotic Region, they came to Mosika for arms purchases.

In Mosika's eyes, such people were not humans but big fat sheep.

Fat sheep meant a lot of wealth.

Mosika didn't bring many men along.

But with seventy or eighty armed men, they were more than sufficient to handle these twenty-something sheep.

Mosika took a deep draw of the cigar, letting the rich smoke fill his lungs.

He squinted slightly, sinking into an unusual sense of relaxation.

At this moment, Yang Fei and Mad Blade had already snuck into the shrubbery behind Mosika.

Behind them, three sentries lay dead on the ground.

One of the sentries clutched his throat, still gasping painfully, kicking his legs, but no sound came out.

This was the third checkpoint Mosika and Yang Fei had taken down.

Mosika wasn't a fool; he just underestimated Yang Fei and Mad Blade.

Yang Fei and Mad Blade moved as lightly as some feline animals.

The two of them quietly approached Mosika.

The people protecting Mosika formed a ten-man squad.

The ten-man squad wore thick bulletproof vests and carried uniform M16 assault rifles.

It was clear that these men were much more elite than the ordinary goons.

They stood firm, their expressions fierce, forming a circle around Mosika.

Yang Fei gestured lightly to Mad Blade, indicating he would take the six on the left, and Mad Blade the four on the right.

Mad Blade nodded, and Yang Fei raised his left hand, counting down his three fingers one by one.

When he reached three, he swung his left hand down.

Mad Blade pounced like a leopard, and Yang Fei sprang into action simultaneously.

Swish, swish, swish!

Yang Fei's cards sliced through the air, each piercing the throats of four soldiers.

At the same time, he moved like a specter, dashing out of the jungle.

He grabbed the heads of two guards and smashed them together.

Bang!

The two guards hadn't even reacted before they were knocked unconscious.

The guards with their vocal cords and throats pierced by the cards finally began to bleed profusely.

All four fell to the ground.

Not far away, Mad Blade locked his legs around one soldier's neck.

He twisted fiercely, snapping the man's neck.

At the same time, his triangular military spike plunged deep into another guard's heart.

The guard's bulletproof vest didn't stand a chance against Mad Blade's spike.

The remaining two guards froze, terrified by the sudden critical hit.

Before they could react, Mad Blade's hands were already at their throats.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, Mad Blade broke their necks.

Mad Blade and Yang Fei took down the ten-man squad in just four or five seconds, their speed as swift and deadly as lightning.

Mosika's vision blurred, and the ten-man squad became a pile of corpses rolling on the ground.

Some were still gasping their last breaths, making a hissing sound that sent a chill down the spine.

The most terrifying thing was that the entire squad was wiped out without making a sound.

The whole scene resembled a silent black-and-white horror movie.

Mosika instinctively wanted to shout, but the black muzzle of Mad Blade's gun quickly shut his mouth.

Yang Fei looked at him calmly, smiling softly.

"Mr. Mosika, we meet again."

Mosika stared at him in terror, his body trembling uncontrollably as he retreated.

He never expected these two guys to be so powerful.

Mosika could be sure that such formidable devils couldn't be found anywhere else in Asako.

Yet he ran into a pair of them!

Mosika's mind screamed in despair. From hunter to prey, he had no time to adapt.

Mad Blade's muzzle aimed at Mosika.

"Don't move, or my gun might fire accidentally!"

Mosika froze, as if under a spell, unable to move a muscle.

"What... what do you want?"

Yang Fei's smile was gentle, but to Mosika, it felt like the devil's grin.

"Mr. Mosika, it's not about what we want, but what you want."

"First, have your men put away their guns and retreat three kilometers away."

Yang Fei said lightly, toying with a military spike.

The spike dripped with fresh blood, drop by drop.

Seeing the calm smile on Yang Fei's face, Mosika felt a chill in his heart and hurriedly raised his hands.

"Alright, alright, I'll do as you say. Just don't hurt me."

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