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The scorching sunlight baked the ground, making the air above the road surface appear slightly distorted.

Occasional sandstorms blew over from the nearby Gobi, blanketing the road surface with a thin layer of dust, within which a few disorderly tire tracks could be seen.

The dry hot wind couldn't bring any coolness, instead, it could take away the moisture from one's body.

And it was in such an environment that a motorcycle sped along with a roaring sound, the wind blowing its rider's cloak with a rustling sound.

The occasional passing motorcycles and off-road vehicles would take long detours, preferring to circle around the Gobi rather than disturb this big shot.

The partner cloak's excellent radiation protection made it possible to block out the direct sunlight in such an environment.

"Their headquarters are in Las Vegas, it's actually convenient to take action, but to exterminate them, wouldn't that be a bit too harsh..."