After doing all this, he continued running away into the distance without looking back.
The snowy owl flew away like a cannonball, heading straight for Yang Qinglan. Midway, it spread its wings and flapped them slightly, making its speed as fast as lightning.
Overall, the car theft went incredibly smoothly.
Although only two vehicles were saved in the end, the mission was still successfully completed without any casualties.
On the way back to the textile factory, everyone sat in the car and was in a good mood.
"Brother, what skill do you have? It's so powerful!" Poison asked Li Changzhou.
"I redeemed it during the full moon event," Li Changzhou replied.
"Full Moon Event?!" Poison exclaimed. "You were chosen for that event? I heard there are tons of top players in it, even some players who broke through the limits died there."
“Yes.” Li Qianxia nodded repeatedly. “We also faced a near-death experience. We don’t know which freak came in first place.”
"Are you trying to say it's a near-death experience?" the scholar questioned.
"Yes, yes, sorry, I misspoke. It was my first time stealing a car at a military base, I was a little excited," Li Qianxia said embarrassedly.
"That's nothing!" Poison couldn't help but show off. "The last mission we went on was really exciting! We were approaching a military fortress from a river. As soon as the searchlights came, we had to sink into the water. After the searchlights left, we had to keep feeling our way forward. The worst part was that the river was full of crocodiles!"
Li Qianxia exclaimed in surprise, finding it indeed thrilling.
"By the way, brother, what kind of missions does your national team usually have?" Poison asked Li Changzhou again.
"It's nothing. When there's a mission, I do the mission. When there's no mission, I just kill a couple of people to practice my skills."
Zheng Qing: "......"
"Kill two people to practice your skills?" the scholar asked, emphasizing each word.
“Of course, it’s not about killing randomly,” Li Changzhou explained. “First, imagine the opponent as an enemy, how cunning they are, what skills they have, and then kill them according to the established tactics. Occasionally, you can also improvise, after all, battles are ever-changing.”
Zheng Qing: "......"
"Who...who was this person who was killed?" Thigh asked hesitantly.
"Just an ordinary person."
Zheng Qing: "......"
Even Yang Qinglan couldn't stand it anymore. In the shadows at the bottom of the carriage, her booted foot lightly touched Li Changzhou's boot.
"Hmm." Li Changzhou cleared his throat. "I was just making it up. The national team's training has to be kept secret, so, well, I just made some things up. You guys don't actually believe me, do you? How could we just kill a couple of people to practice? Haha!"
"Ha ha." Everyone laughed along.
Perhaps because of the frequent sandstorms in Yemen, their laughter sounded a bit dry.
"Hahaha!" Li Changzhou laughed even harder.
"Ha ha ha!" Everyone laughed along.
Xiao He, who was driving the other car, wondered if they were idiots.
Upon arriving at the textile factory, the cheerful atmosphere vanished instantly.
At the entrance of the textile factory, on the spacious cement ground, Ambassador Lü, Boss Xu, the foreman, and 24 people waiting for evacuation were all forced to kneel on the ground.
The tank was covered in blood and was hanging on a bulldozer by iron chains.
A man sat in the driver's seat of the bulldozer, his legs propped up on the steering wheel, smoking a cigar and watching the group of people on the tracked military vehicle.
Xiaoyun's limbs were broken, and she lay in a puddle of water like a rag doll.
An obese woman stood by the puddle and grinned at the crowd.
A giant man, carrying a Miller beer in one hand and dragging a willow branch with the other, walked out of the warehouse.
He tossed the willow branch forward, drank from the beer bottle, and stared at the tracked military vehicle.
"Xiaoyun!"
"Willow! Tank!"
Xiao He, Duyao, Tuidai, and Xiucai were both angry and worried, looking at these people with such hatred that they wanted to tear them apart.
Zheng Qing's expression was solemn, and she looked at the three thugs with vigilance.
Li Changzhou glanced around the scene, then smiled and said to the three men, "Are you here to die?"
The burly man, who was drinking, wiped his neck with the hand holding the Miller beer bottle and looked at Li Changzhou as if he were looking at a plate of snacks to go with his beer.
Li Changzhou chuckled.
The void shattered, and the Black Reaper, draped in a black cloak and carrying a massive white bone scythe on his shoulder, floated behind him.
A chilly wind was blowing.
The sun was just rising, but the air was so cold it made you shiver.
The three men—the alcoholic, the smoker, and the water girl—looked warily at the enormous and eerie body of the Black Death.
"Sobek?" came the voice from the warehouse again.
She wore a deep blue nun's habit, had long black hair, and golden eyes. She possessed a pure and elegant demeanor, yet her figure was slender with a large waist, full breasts, and plump hips, and her alluring eyes were captivating.
A nun with an angelic aura and a devilish figure.
She held a Bible in her hand and rode a huge moose with enormous antlers, giving off an overwhelming sense of oppression.
The nun appeared petite and delicate against the backdrop of the moose.
“No, you are not Sobek.” The nun frowned slightly, looking down at Li Changzhou, her tone indifferent yet alluring.
Something's not right.
Everyone present, men and women alike, had their eyes fixed on the nun; even the tanks suspended on the bulldozers stared at her with fascination.
"Stepping on Stars"
Some were looking at the Bible in the nun's hands; their expressions seemed to be praying to God.
Some people looked at the nun's body as if they were bewitched by the devil.
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