Fegaria, an inland country in the southern continent, officially known as the Republic of Fegaria, is one of the least developed countries announced by the United Nations.

A common phenomenon in the world is that the poorer the country, the more wars there are, and Fegaria is no exception. The capital of Fegaria, Banjibu, has been plagued by endless wars, especially in the northwest and northeast, which are the areas most rampant with anti-government forces.

Due to the wars, ordinary civilians have long moved away from this place. Occasionally, one or two homeless refugees can be seen. The houses on both sides of the road are dilapidated, abandoned and everywhere, and even rotten bodies can be occasionally found. The entire city is filled with a thick smell of gunpowder and a stench.

Inside an abandoned factory, more than ten anti-government militants are circled, each with an AK47 in hand. In their midst is a group of members of an international medical aid team, huddling together tremblingly.

The medical aid team consists of about fifteen or sixteen people. Judging from their faces and skin tones, most of them are from Huagu. Among them, two are of European and American complexion, and three are probably from Cliff Continent.

At the factory gate, a minor leader is negotiating with the government forces via a video camera connected to a computer, demanding the release of the number two figure of the anti-government forces captured last week.

From his expression, the negotiation doesn't seem to have gone well. After putting down the microphone, he walks directly into the group of doctors and pulls a little nurse out by her hair.

"Don't, don't kill me, I don't want to die..." the little nurse screams hysterically.

"Stop! Let her go, I'll be your hostage!" A female doctor, aged around thirty-five-six, stands up and speaks fluently in English to the small leader.

The female doctor is a very beautiful and elegant woman, about 1.7 meters tall, her shiny black hair tied up high, showing off her long and fair neck, adding a touch of coolness and competence to her mature and charming, yet not vulgar face with a slight touch of makeup.

Even reduced to being a hostage, she doesn't betray the slightest sign of panic. The kind of noble temperament bursting from within is something that an ordinary doctor could not possess.

The elegant lady is named Jiang Yumei, the person in charge of the medical aid team. By ordinary reckoning, given her background and status, she would have no reason to travel miles from Huagu to Fegaria for medical aid.

But three days ago she was attending a world-class medical summit in South Fegaria, and the person in charge of this Huagu's medical aid team happened to be hospitalized due to a car accident on the same day. So after the summit, instead of returning to Huagu, she volunteered to act as the temporary head.

"If you wish to die, then I will oblige!" The small leader pushes aside the little nurse, bringing Jiang Yumei to the camera.

"From now on, if our demands are not met, I will kill a person every minute, starting with this pretty lady!" Having said that, the small leader pulls out a Beretta 92F handgun from his back.

The Beretta 92F pistol, developed by Italy's Beretta company, was selected as the new standard military pistol by the US forces, also known as the M9 pistol, enjoying a high reputation within the American military.

Even though Jiang Yumei was not an ordinary person, facing such a perilous situation, it was inevitable that she would feel panic, her legs trembling slightly.

One minute had quickly passed, and the government army had yet to provide any substantial response.

"Regrettably, time's up. Since you all enjoy watching death, then let me fulfill your wishes."

The small leader looked at his watch, then raised the M9 and pressed it against Jiang Yumei’s temple.

Jiang Yumei never thought that she would die in a foreign land in this way, closing her eyes with difficulty.

Bang!

After the gunshot, Jiang Yumei knew that she had said goodbye to this world.

However, two seconds later, Jiang Yumei did not feel any difference. When she opened her eyes, she was shocked to find a large blood hole in the middle of the small leader's forehead. The man then fell backwards onto the ground.

The small leader had been shot in the head by a sniper!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

While Jiang Yumei was stunned, she heard a series of gunshots from behind her.

Jiang Yumei turned around to see a military rope hanging straight down from the broken roof. A young man in camouflage pants and a black vest was descending from the sky, holding the rope in one hand and an M16 automatic rifle in the other.

The young man was wearing a pair of black sunglasses, had an unlit cigar in his mouth, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. The gunshots just now were from his M16.

A group of armed men with AK47s, who hadn't recovered from the sudden change of the small leader's death, had all been killed. The man with the camera at the door recovered and dropped the camera, reaching for the M9 pistol on the ground.

Whoosh!

With a dashing backflip, the young man landed steadily on the ground. He instantly drew out a military knife from his military boot and punctured the opponent's wrist with a speed not inferior to a bullet. He then swiftly moved to stand before Jiang Yumei in a stride.

Thump!

The young man brutally kicked the armed-aggressor on his chin, sending him flying until he hit the wall and fell heavily to the ground. A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out before he fainted on the spot.

If they didn't need detainees, the only survivor would probably have died a long time ago.

After completing these actions, the young man asked into his microphone, "Rogue, how are things on your end?"

"Boss, all four hideouts around us have been cleared," a man's voice conveyed from the earpiece.

"Okay, you guys retreat first, we'll regroup at the embassy entrance."

Having made the arrangements, the young man extracted a matchbox from the boss's body lying on the ground, lit a cigar, and continued speaking into the microphone. "Dancer, bring the car over, we're withdrawing!"

"Understood!" a very melodious female voice responded.

By this time, Jiang Yumei had calmed down and asked the young man, "Thank you for saving us. Are you a citizen of China?"

His aggressive eyes thoroughly scanned Jiang Yumei from top to bottom, thinking to himself, what a remarkable beauty to be enduring such an ordeal. Oh, what a pity!

"No need to thank us, we're only doing our job for money. If there's anyone you should thank, it should be your country. But your suicidal antics just now weren't a good idea!"

Although the young man was unaware of Jiang Yumei's exact identity, their client repeatedly stressed her safety, implying that she wasn't some minor figure.

"How dare you talk to President Jiang like that! Call your leader here!" A doctor seized the opportunity to ingratiate himself with Jiang Yumei.

Swoosh!

A military dagger flew out of the young man's hand towards the male doctor and nailed directly into the ground in front of him, embedding itself up to its hilt.

The male doctor immediately retreated three to four steps, too frightened to say another word.

"No matter what, you saved us. Thank you again!" Jiang Yumei sincerely thanked the young man.

In less than a minute, a military truck pulled up to the front gate, and a woman, whose figure and appearance could only be described as explosively perfect, exited the driver's side.

The woman wore the same outfit as the young man - camouflage pants and a tight black vest that perfectly accentuated her fiery figure...

The woman quickly approached the young man and gave a standard military salute. "Wu Mei reporting for duty. Please instruct me, boss."

"Why dress like this when you’re here to save people, not work a runway? How’s anyone supposed to get anything done?", the young man criticized while his eyes were fixed on the woman.....such a delightful sight, impossible to ignore.

"Wu Mei dressed for the boss to enjoy. What do you think, acceptable?" The woman switched to a coquettish expression.

The young man shivered, quickly averting his gaze towards the crowd behind him, "You're safe for now. Get in the truck. I'll take you out of here."

After his words, the young man threw the unconscious militant onto the truck and walked straight towards the co-driver's seat.

Wu Mei, the beautiful woman, rolled her eyes at him. Always good at cheap talk. If you've got guts, act on it!

Once everyone was in the vehicle, the woman floored the gas pedal, and the truck shot off with a speed comparable to a sports car. Several medical staff standing in the back of the truck became horribly carsick.

Before long, as they were rushing into an alleyway, a troop of anti-government forces appeared at the intersection ahead. Each of them held an AK47, and most astonishingly, the one at the back carried a rocket launcher on their shoulder.

Damn! These anti-government forces are seriously loaded!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Watching the truck driving towards them, they each raised their AK47s, and started firing towards the truck. But because of the long distance gap, and their quite pathetic shooting skills, they did not yet pose a significant threat.

The one who was operating the rocket launcher among them, seeing that the AK47s weren't working, adjusted his stance to prepare for firing a rocket.

"Damn it, they think I'm easy because I keep my temper in check!"

After saying this, the young man stooped to pick up a heavy machine gun, kicked open the windshield of the truck, mounted the machine gun on the hood, and opened fire. The front of the truck was immediately covered by a dense network of bullets.

Ratatat!

The power of the heavy machine gun coupled with the young man's absurdly good shooting skills left no chance of escape for the twenty-odd armed militants. Every last one of them was killed in just under a minute.

The beautiful woman Yu Mei, possibly familiar with such scenes, did not even think of applying the brakes. She drove straight into the militants according to the rhythm of the machine gun. The young man stopped firing and the truck was right at the turn.

As the truck was nearing the Chinese Embassy in Fiegaria, the young man spoke into his earpiece, "Rogue, have you guys arrived?"

"We arrived long back, even cleaned up two nests on the way."

"Damn, can't you guys save some bullets for once. Oh, and send a message to that old coot Tian Long. Tell him the mission is complete and he owes us a favor now."

"Alright!"

Yu Mei sneered at the young man. He himself wasn't conserving bullets when he was firing the machine gun just now. With his shooting skills, it's basically one shot one kill, and all headshots to boot. He must have used at least two to three times more bullets than necessary!

As soon as the young man turned off his earpiece, the phone at his waist began to ring.

Upon answering, a calm and authoritative voice came on, "Cheng Feng, return to the country immediately after the mission is over. We have another assignment for you."

"I..." The young man didn't even manage to get a word in before the other person hung up the phone.

Cheng Feng was grumbling at his phone, "The old man is already aged, yet still so impatient. Would he die if he let me finish?"

"Pfft... laugh again and you'll be punished by serving me in bed tonight!" Cheng Feng vent out his anger on the enchanting beauty, Wu Mei.

"Really? That's great, why don't we start now... it will be thrilling for sure!" The enchantress' flirtatious expression was once again presented before Cheng Feng.

"Um, speaking of which, why haven't we reached the embassy? Drive faster!" Cheng Feng once again admitted defeat to her.