The Emerging Crisis

The dark and gloomy day reflected the melancholic mood that was looming over Libya.

On the road through the dunes that stretched toward the horizon, three green military vehicles were speeding, leaving clouds of sand billowing behind them.

"It's weird. Why hasn't the Khun Sa Mercenary Corps made a move? Logically speaking, they would have caught up to us already!" Rice said.

Rice, the vice-captain, frowned as he spoke to Powell, who was beside him. Powell, Mina, and he were in the last vehicle while two SEALs were in the first vehicle, taking the lead. Xiao Luo and Sarah Michelle were in the middle.

Powell furrowed his brows in deep thought. He was ready to get into battle, but surprisingly the Khun Sa Mercenary Corps had not shown up. What was happening? Those desperados were capable of easily tracking Sarah Michelle down. Was what Sarah Michelle said true, then? Have they all been annihilated by that Hua Nation guy?