Kang Chan and his men drove along a rough road for an hour. Sitting in the truck's passenger seat, Kang Chan glared sharply at the two jeeps driving ahead.0

The civil war in Congo was raging, and no one knew when or where a rebel could appear and demand a toll. Some really troublesome ones could even just start firing an AK-47 out of nowhere and then rummage through the pockets of the dead. If it weren’t for Montechelle, who had a sniper rifle mounted on the truck’s roof, and Éiric, who sat beside him with a rifle in hand, Kang Chan would never have let the jeeps lead the way.0

Thud! Clunk! 0

The truck jolted violently, shaking Kang Chan along with it. First, they had been tasked to reclaim the runway in Congo, and now, out of the blue, they were ordered to protect some researchers.0

This was the kind of mission that would’ve been better suited for a Foreign Legion company rather than a special forces team. They clearly had a plan hidden up their sleeves.0

Regardless, Kang Chan saw no need to ask about their actual destination. 0

For now, I’ll just keep an eye on them.0

Kang Chan scanned the jeeps and their surroundings once again. Something felt off; it was as if something sticky was clinging to him.0

Vroom! Rumble! Vrooom!0

The truck groaned, seemingly squeezing out every bit of power it had to...0