The three of them got into Zheng Qing's jeep with a special license plate and immediately headed to the meeting point.
"Don't we need to change our clothes?" Li Qianxia asked, as she and Yang Qinglan sat in the back.
She had originally planned to eat bullfrogs with her girlfriends today. She was wearing a black rolled-up denim skirt with the hem 20 centimeters above her knees. If she hadn't been wearing safety shorts, Li Changzhou would have broken her legs.
In her words, "Don't let my size fool you, I have the heart of a hot girl."
"Once we arrived at the assembly point, we were provided with special military uniforms and gas masks," Zheng Qing explained.
The jeep drove on, running red lights, indicating the dire situation; many people were waiting for their only hope amidst the chaos of war.
Mingcheng No. 3 Military Base.
A runway had already been cleared, and a military transport plane was parked on one side of the runway, with a group of fully armed soldiers inside the transport plane ready to go.
"Do not laugh at me, drunk and lying on the battlefield; how many have returned from ancient battles?"
"The scholar has started reciting poetry again."
"Scholar, drinking alcohol is not allowed in the army."
"This expresses the idea that life is bound to have its disappointments, but never lose the carefree spirit in your bones. How superficial are those who only see the wine!"
"What's the use of being cool? When you get to the battlefield, you'll still be rolling around in the mud."
"As long as you're dashing, you can roll around in the mud and still make women like you!"
"Heh, Yang Liu, tell me, do you prefer the carefree attitude of a scholar, or do you prefer a real man like me?"
Yang Liu is the only female warrior in the 'Storm' squad. She has short hair, a lithe and slender figure, and delicate features.
"I like tanks." Yang Liu fiddled with a dagger, a game item.
"Tank?!" Apart from Tank, the other three men were clearly unconvinced.
The 'Storm' team consists of five people: the rather thin-looking Scholar, the Poison who enjoys making fun of others, the self-proclaimed real man Thigh, the strong and powerful Tank, and the remaining one is Willow, nicknamed 'Resilient Morning Glory' (Willow is a code name).
The tank that the morning glory mentioned was of average appearance and taciturn—not the coldness of a tough guy, but the dullness of an honest man.
Back in recruit training, every time he opened his mouth, no matter what he said, he would reflexively show a simple, honest smile. Because it was so unintimidating and seriously reduced the seriousness of the unit, the squad leader forbade him to speak during missions.
This order has been in effect to this day, and it hasn't been changed even after tanks were added to player squads.
The scholar, the poison, and the thigh all have a good relationship with the tank, but they are quite confident and self-assured when it comes to being liked by women.
They weren't handsome, but they each had their own unique characteristics that attracted women in some way.
"Hmm." The sharp dagger danced in Yang Liu's hand like a harmless chess piece. "More than whether someone is handsome or eloquent, I like Tank's personality of 'doing what he can within his capabilities.'"
"I think you should wash your eyes," the scholar sighed. "You are a beautiful woman, but alas, you are blind."
"Your heart has been clouded by muddy water." The thigh was heartbroken.
Poison also said in a glib way, "Ah Liu, from today onwards, you are no longer the morning glory of our Storm. I'm going to treat you like a man."
"Alright!" Yang Liu gripped the dagger in reverse, raising an eyebrow. "Let's see which of the five of us is the most manly this time!"
Just as Poison was about to say, "Let's take a bath together tonight and see who's more manly," Scholar suddenly spoke up:
"They're here!"
The five people held their breath, and the atmosphere changed from relaxed to somber and solemn.
A short while later, Zheng Qing, dressed in a smart military uniform, walked in with a military dog named 'Storm' and three people in military uniforms and gas masks.
All five were seasoned military uniform wearers; even though the three of them were dressed in androgynous attire, it was easy to tell at a glance that there was one man and two women.
The First Clan
"Assemble!" Zheng Qing ordered.
The five men instantly lined up in front of her, hands behind their backs, chests out, chins raised, eyes fixed straight ahead.
“I’ll reiterate the importance of this mission,” Zheng Qing said, her sharp gaze sweeping over the five people. “This is a mission that must be completed. No matter how strong the opponent is, we must get all the Xia citizens in Yemen to the airport, understand?”
"Understood!" the five shouted in unison.
Zheng Qing relaxed her gaze slightly and turned to introduce the three people:
"These are three expert players from the Special Operations Bureau, assisting us in this mission. They are not soldiers, but protecting their safety is also one of our responsibilities in critical moments, understand?"
"clear!"
"Final equipment check. Depart in three minutes. Dismissed!"
The five men returned to their positions with practiced discipline and methodically checked their combat equipment.
The three people following behind Zheng Qing were naturally Li Changzhou and his group.
In order to conceal their identities and avoid being targeted by foreign criminal forces, they chose to hide their identities, using the name of the Special Operations Bureau and wearing gas masks to conceal their appearance.
"You're not that old, but you hold a high-ranking position," Li Changzhou teased.
"Thanks to your sniper rifles, I'm now a level one player on the national team," Zheng Qing said with a smile.
With the sniper rifle and the cooperation of Storm and another soldier, Zheng Qing was almost always safe until she reached the maximum value in one of the skills.
The opponent she was matched with was certainly strong, but the power of a sniper rifle in the hands of an ordinary person was completely different from that in the hands of Zheng Qing.
The same principle applies to attributes and skills.
When the panel data is roughly the same, there are always some darlings who defy common sense and do things that betray humanity. These darlings are either "geniuses" or "clumsy" people who have no desire for anything but death.
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