421: Long live Black Shark!!

In the ruins, a figure struggled to push aside the rubble and crawled out.

“Cough—cough—ptui—”

“Cough, cough—”

Roy stood up with difficulty and looked around.

At this moment, apart from him, there was not another soul to be seen in the ruins.

Only some torn fabric and broken weapons remained.

“Old Sai...”

“Yousa...”

“Xiao Mao...”

“Where... are you all...”

Roy looked at the scene before him in disbelief.

Just a second ago, everyone had just averted the crisis and successfully escaped...

But before they could even rest enough, everything shattered like a bubble.

“Say something...”

Roy stumbled through the ruins, frantically digging.

Those people had just been here.

In just a few days, Roy had made many friends among the Asala Soldiers who shared similar experiences.

The international rumors that the asara people were brutal and a terrorist organization were proven false.

They had been debunked by Roy's personal experiences over these past few days.

He could never have imagined that Hafke would suddenly go mad.

What he found even more incredible was the item Liu Yan had left him...

It had actually allowed him to survive a guided missile strike...

He should have shared it with everyone from the start...

At this thought, Roy's face turned ashen, his legs went weak uncontrollably, and he finally collapsed to his knees in the ruins.

His eyes had lost all color.

He was like a statue unable to accept the truth, frozen amidst the ruins.

...Tourist Center.

“Report, Director! Detected... life signs surviving in the ruins...” A Hafke Soldier stared wide-eyed at the equipment in front of him.

“What?!”

Upon hearing the words 'life signs surviving', everyone turned their heads in astonishment.

“How is that possible? Did you misread it?”

“That was a damn guided missile! Not some random shelling!”

“See for yourselves...”

“Either the equipment is malfunctioning, or it really does show survivors...”

The Soldiers followed the direction of his finger and looked at the equipment screen.

Even Demulan slowly walked forward.

When they saw the small red dot on the screen, everyone's jaws dropped.

“Holy crap!”

“How is this possible? Is he Superman?! Surviving a guided missile strike head-on?”

Demulan pushed the Soldiers aside and sat down at the equipment to check for herself.

But after checking several times, she found that there was nothing wrong with the equipment.

Furthermore, there was indeed someone alive in the ruins blasted by the guided missile...

“Does a miracle... really exist in this world?”

Demulan muttered as she stood up and aimed her M700 at the ruins.

Amidst the dust and thick smoke, Demulan searched for a long time before finally locking onto Roy's figure.

Seeing Demulan holding her sniper rifle, one Soldier gathered his courage and spoke up:

“Director... maybe we shouldn't kill him off...”

“It was God who let him survive...”

Demulan lowered her sniper rifle and gave him a cold look.

“If there were a God in this world, would so many people still lose their lives to war?”

Demulan's words left the Soldier speechless, and he had to step back a few paces, lowering his head and saying nothing more.

The other Soldiers also had thoughts of dissuasion, but upon seeing Demulan's expression, they all shut their mouths.

In fact, Demulan hadn't originally intended to kill Roy off completely.

She slowly put away her sniper rifle and stepped onto the combat vehicle.

“All units, depart for Longbow Stream Valley.”

...Longbow Stream Valley.

Vroom—————

In the wasteland, an old jeep was driving bumpily.

In the back seat of the jeep, Harris and Samar couldn't help but poke their heads out.

Looking at Longbow Stream Valley, which had changed from its former self, Samar couldn't help but swallow hard.

“Wafa, are you sure this is Longbow Stream Valley?”

“I can't even find where Amiya Town is anymore...”

“The Diamond Queen Hotel is gone too...”

Wafa, in the driver's seat, had his brows tightly furrowed as well.

“If the navigation hadn't told me, I wouldn't believe it either...”

Wafa parked the jeep casually on the side of the road and took out his phone.

“I have to tell the commanding officer.”

Beep———beep————

Beep————beep————

Watching the phone that never connected, Wafa felt a vague sense of unease in his heart.

“What, the commander didn't pick up?” Harris asked, puzzled.

“Yeah...”

Wafa frowned and nodded, then stubbornly dialed Sayyid's number again.

“Still not answering...”

“That shouldn't be right; this time is still during training.”

“Even if the commander himself is participating in training and left his phone in the tent, he should still be able to hear it...”

After Wafa finished speaking, Samar replied casually:

“Eh, the commander is probably leading the team on a run.”

Hearing what Samar said, Harris rolled his eyes speechlessly.

“Samar, use your brain. How could the commander not bring his phone when leading the team on a run?”

“He has to play music for everyone.”

Samar crossed his arms, leaned back against the seat, and pursed his lips.

“Maybe he just didn't want to listen to music today?”

“What else could it be? Don't tell me that in this short amount of time, Hafke attacked, and the commander is busy fighting them and doesn't have time to answer the phone?”

Wafa, sitting in the driver's seat holding his phone, furrowed his brows tighter and tighter.

A groundless panic lingered in his heart.

“No, we're going back.”

A moment later, Wafa decisively put down his phone and started the vehicle again.

“Hey, we're not carrying out the mission? Didn't we say we were going to Bakshi?”

“It was agreed that we wouldn't need to train all day today.”

Wafa shook his head decisively.

“We still have to go back and confirm; I feel like something is wrong.”

“I already saw those news reports on the road earlier.”

“The reason the commander sent us here was to confirm whether they were true or false.”

“Now that Longbow Stream Valley is in this state, those news reports are clearly true.”

“Even if they're true, so what?” Samar didn't quite understand.

“Every area has problems, except for Dam Zero. What do you think that means?”

“Now that we can't reach the commander, it's obvious there's a problem!”

When Wafa said this, no matter how slow Samar and Harris were.

They had completely realized it.

Both of their pupils gradually dilated.

“Holy shit!”

“Will Dam Zero become the next Longbow Stream Valley??!”

“Samar, don't you dare be a jinx. We can't be 100% sure yet.”

Slap, slap, slap—

As he said this, Harris hurriedly tapped Samar's mouth a few times.

Wafa ignored the two in the back seat, turned the vehicle around, and floored the accelerator.

“Wait! There are cars ahead! Cars ahead!”

“Why the hell are there so many?!”

Samar hurriedly leaned out and patted Wafa's seat.

“I see them...”

Wafa narrowed his eyes slightly.

Right in front, on the road they had just come from, hundreds of jeeps and broken civilian vehicles were slowly approaching.

In those vehicles, many people were wearing Asara-style clothing, holding flags high in their hands.

On their faces, they had white Asara graffiti painted, and red headscarves tied around their heads.

Looking from a distance, they looked more like a parade troop.

And in the very center of the formation, a familiar figure made Wafa frown involuntarily.

At this moment, Reis was standing in the truck bed, his hands raised high, as if he was shouting something...

As the distance between the two sides gradually closed, the three of them could clearly hear the sounds they were shouting:

“For Asara!!”

“It is Hafke that took our home!”

“For Asara, never compromise!”

“Long live the Hell Black Shark!!”