Ace of the Dragon Division

Chapter 687 - The Best Candidate of the M Nation Council

Chapter 687: The Best Candidate of the M Nation Council

It would be a huge embarrassment if an army loses a general and couldn’t destroy the enemies to avenge the death.

There were more than thirty soldiers who were wounded and killed by the gunfire, but over a hundred and sixty of them chased after Li Wei’s vehicle.

With the continuous shots fired at Li Wei, the windows on their vehicle soon shattered.

Diesel complained as he dodged the bullets. “I’m starting to miss Chekhov a little bit, because we would definitely not get hit by bullets if we were in his car.”

Li Wei: “You can just f*cking tell me that I suck at driving. Let me tell you that Mario had called and said that when he followed Chekhov to go save Caesar and Richie, Mario puked the entire way. If there is a chance to go to the metropolis in the future, you should get a feel of how Chekhov drifts three times without panting.”

When a bullet flew past Diesel’s cheek, he yelled on the spot. “Vala, are you not going to let the fighter jet out?”

Vala was hiding in a peaceful place. “Don’t worry, you’re not out of the valley yet. It’s not a good spot for the fighter jets.”

When their car got out of the valley, Vala saw a dozen cars pursuing them and picked up the radio. “Come out and greet them with a gift.”

Two fighter jets without any identifiable marks suddenly appeared on either side of the valley, ready to close off the exit.

These two fighter jets were well known by the three military experts.

“Sh*t, turn around!” someone shouted.

But it was too late as the fighter jets blasted down missiles, blowing five SUVs into pieces and the soldiers in the cars were as dead as they could be.

Having seen the explosion ahead, the vehicles behind them immediately braked and were ready to turn around and leave. However, the fighter jets had a lock-on system, and the missiles chased after those groups of vehicles.

A few vehicles were caught up by the missiles and blew up instantly, one car after another exploding in flames.

All the vehicles chasing after them exploded with no survivors on board.

Those soldiers who didn’t come out of the valley, having been hiding, all looked shocked as ever.

They didn’t expect that the Land of Mercenaries could be so chaotic, that this level of warfare was no less than any of the large-scale battles they had fought before.

They hid in the jungle area of the valley and escaped the tank bombardment, but it also meant that they would have to abandon their vehicles, take the supplies, hide, and then get out of here. Because if they were to drive, the fighter jets waiting outside would be ready for them, and that was simply not an option.

“These guys are crazy, all this f*cking fuss with the tanks and fighter jets for just a $2 million protection fee. We should have just given them the money, and we wouldn’t have lost over a hundred of our comrades,” a group leader cursed as he cleaned his wounds by the river.

They didn’t expect the people here to be so crazy.

They were in negotiation just a moment ago, and the next second, they took out someone with a bullet to the head!

They had simply no regard for life or human rights, was the Land of Mercenaries really this crazy and chaotic?

“Captain, the toll is out. We have a total of 68 people left, not including the MIAs, and there are 21 soldiers injured.”

The captain looked at the surviving ones who belonged to John’s group and asked, “Have you encountered these guys before?”

John and the others shook their heads. “We didn’t have that many people. There were less than eighty of us, so we didn’t get their attention.”

The captain frowned. “What I’m curious about is how they knew we were going to pass through here. This was obviously an ambush, and those tanks and fighter jets are all ours.”

“Captain, if they have these big guys, then what’s the point of our guns? How else can we fight this? Are we going to be trapped in this valley? Why don’t we just ask for help, we need fighter jets to cover us out of here anyways.”

The other soldiers agreed. “If we don’t disclose our identities and justify bringing the big weapons out, we won’t be able to beat them. First of all, they are familiar with the terrain, and secondly, this is a country with no signal communications, and the amount of intelligence is a very important factor when fighting here. In short, if we don’t use powerful weapons to fight them, we’ll be very passive and have very little chance of winning. Guys, don’t forget that the reason why the Vietnam war was called the most devilish battleground was because we simply weren’t familiar with the climate and environment like the natives, and the same is true here.”

The captain said, “Everyone knows what you’re saying, and the country knows it as well. But if we could march in here with an identity, then we would have taken that approach already. We are soldiers, and if the country gives us a mission, we would have to accomplish it. Why is it that those fugitives can survive here and we can’t? We’re trained soldiers.”

“Captain, those people were fleeing; their priority is to survive and they would thank God if they could survive here. We are different, we are not in that kind of realm.”

Meanwhile, on the main road, Li Wei and the others had headed back and started tallying up the death list.

The list was transmitted directly to Mario via text message, and then Mario passed it on to Stenson.

Stenson, in turn, handed the list to Senator Jerry.

After Senator Jerry had finished reading this confidential document, he phoned Stenson back.

“Mr. Stenson, is this list real?”

“You don’t need to worry about that, you just need to take this list of mine to the National Soldier Database and check their identities to see if they are all elite soldiers of the 6th Headquarter or not. If they are, then all you need to do is go to the White House, confront them and ask where these men are. If they are not within the borders of this country, then that means my information is correct and they are already dead in the Land of Mercenaries!”

“Alright. This information is very important, thank your boss for me.” Senator Jerry sensed that this was an opportunity.

“You’re welcome, I hope it’s useful to you.”

After hanging up the phone, Jerry printed the file immediately and headed for the meeting.

Mario, who sat in his office, was a little down as he said to Chekhov, “It seems very lively back at home, those soldiers from the M Nation have been trying to station their troops over there. I would have gone back if I had known that there was a war. Sigh. it’s so boring here, I’m tired of the girls and tired of playing in the casinos, that’s all we can do here. I feel like the old days are more exciting and fulfilling, and I just realized how boring living a normal life like a normal citizen would be.”

Chekhov, who was on his computer, heard Mario’s dilemma and teased him without turning his head around. “That’s because you’ve been doing nothing all day. Do you have nothing to work on lately? How about I find something for you?”

Mario: “Do what?”

Chekhov: “Search for patients from the M Nation hospitals, see how many people of power and status are in there suffering from incurable diseases. The higher their status, the better. Once you’ve gathered them into a list, bring it over to me.”

Mario: “You want me to stalk people? What are you trying to do?

Chekhov: “It’s what the Boss wants. He wants Jerry to be a milestone in M Nation politics, give him the power to save someone’s life and make him a member of the Deviant Corp.”