Xia Na exhaled a breath of cold air, the Tang Blade in her hand emanating a chilling aura. The purple Demon Pattern once again appeared on her fair abdomen as blue lightning flashed deep in her eyes.
Chen Che suddenly heard a screech!
Under his watchful eyes, a gigantic creature larger than a military transport vehicle leaped from the depths of the earth, its gaping maw rushing towards Xia Na, who stood atop the vehicle.
Gripping her Tang Blade, Xia Na’s gaze remained steady and fearless. She raised her head to meet the creature’s eyes, gripping the blade with both hands and slashing down fiercely. A brilliant blue lightning burst from the blade’s tip!
The blade cut through with precision, striking the creature’s throat, instantly piercing its brain from the inside.
Sitting in the vehicle, Chen Che caught a whiff of a charred aroma.
The beast’s high-leaping body crashed heavily to the ground, rolled over a few times, and was struck aside by other transport vehicles, eventually falling silent.
Xia Na, who had swung the blade, seemed to have spent considerable energy and sat cross-legged on top of the transport vehicle to regain her strength.
In that moment, Chen Che saw more clearly: in the apocalypse, power was always paramount.
Whether individual strength or group strength.
Just that Earth Dragon alone would require any hundred-man mercenary group in the Ninth Special Zone to spend significant effort, and potentially lose people, in handling it.
But for Xia Na, it was a matter of one slash.
The extraordinary powers of the Demon Pattern and mutation allowed one to thrive in this apocalypse.
The world is merciful; though it brings an apocalyptic despair to humanity, it also brings extraordinary strength, opening another window for humanity.
Sitting in the backseat, Chen Che stretched lazily, his eyes flickering with thoughts unknown.
He looked at An Nishang beside him and said, "The convoy can slow down. I’ll go ahead to check the situation."
On missions, An Nishang took off her red dress and changed into a tight bodysuit.
The tight clothing accentuated her flawless figure, the curves faintly visible.
Even having seen this perfect body in its entirety, Chen Che had to admit that sometimes the art of suggestion was more enticing than straightforward exposure...
This tight suit enveloping her perfect body sometimes offered a more powerful visual impact than nudity.
If this bodysuit had a few holes to reveal some fair skin, one wonders how tempting that would be.
An Nishang knew Chen Che well. Seeing his gaze, she knew what he was thinking. She neither disliked nor rejected Chen Che’s naughty thoughts, and said coolly, "Go ahead."
Chen Che unhesitatingly lay on his side in the car, his head resting on her thigh wrapped in the tight suit. The leather suit was slightly cool, yet one could feel the amazing elasticity of the thigh.
An Nishang’s figure was undoubtedly perfect. Her long, beautiful legs showed no sign of excess, but only by touching or carrying them would one know how wonderful they felt.
Full of elasticity, full of sensuality.
A knee pillow as such was a rare enjoyment for anyone.
In the bumpy vehicle, Chen Che closed his eyes, while Bogita yawned in the passenger seat, shifting to a more comfortable sleeping position.
Kainan, in the driver’s seat, drove the car with unwavering focus.
In the sky above, hundreds of shadows circled, Count among them.
The sky was its realm, the ravens with crimson eyes glided across the heavens, the proud Count surveying its domain!
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These ravens were Chen Che’s eyes, thanks to the Count’s shared ability, the Eye of Dominance.
The sky was his domain, he took in every detail of the desert.
This skill was extraordinary; with the help of the vehicle, the entire convoy could avoid most risks outside the safe zone.
An attack on the forces isn’t something only the Special Operations Department will face.
The Apocalypse Society, Tasting Commerce Association, and the security teams will face it too!
A deafening explosion shook the air, flames roaring as if burning half the sky. Bode slowly retracted his body from the car window, the smoke still trailing from the rocket launcher in his hand.
The explosion’s aftermath revealed a shattered corpse of a mutant beast, and Andrew, grumbling, said, "These damn mutant beasts cling like sticky candy, truly annoying!"
Bode took a puff of his cigar, exhaling smoke heavily, and said calmly, "We’re almost there. Tell the guys not to let their guard down; if we encounter mutants along the way, don’t engage. Use your hands to resolve them."
Bode used a walkie-talkie while speaking; his other two leaders, Fang Jinpeng and Liu San, were in two different vehicles.
This vehicle had Erin and Andrew in it.
Andrew asked with some doubts, "Sir, why do you think those guys from the Apocalypse Society are looking for trouble with those sand bandits?"