Dad kidnapped me to join the army, and the whole army asked me to be their instructor.

The car slowed down slowly.

The speed had just dropped to twenty yards.

Smith had already kicked the door open and jumped out.

His feet landed firmly, and the inertia seemed to have no effect on him.

The moment he squatted down, all his strength was removed from him.

There were just two more deep footprints on the ground.

He stood up slowly, his expression even uglier than before.

His entire face was gloomy, and the knot on his brow could not be untangled no matter how hard he tried.

At the same time, other cars slowly stopped.

The mercenaries of Blackwater opened their cars and looked at the battlefield in front of them in disbelief.

There was a hint of fear and shock in his eyes.

It is more like a slaughterhouse than a battlefield.

Those who can be recruited by Blackwater are veterans who have retired from various frontline forces.

When they served, they were sent to garrison or fight in various parts of the world.

You have more or less performed certain tasks, what kind of scene have you not experienced?

But the scene before them shocked them deeply.

This is no battlefield, it is clearly a slaughterhouse...

Almost all the rebels and mercenaries huddled together and died.

Even without looking down from a high altitude, they could see that these people were surrounded and shot quickly.

They didn't even see much sign of resistance at the scene.

In addition to corpses, the slaughterhouse contained bombed-out vehicles.

One after another, still smoking helicopters, fell alone in various places, telling the story of the brutal battles that took place here.

Smith walked silently to the battlefield, his eyes extremely cold.

After stepping on one corpse after another, he soon reached the center and his eyes fell on a corpse.

It is the body of Char [Tick Knife].

He slowly squatted down. Half of Char's body was scorched black, and there were even signs of being burned by the fire.

The remaining half of his face still retained the twisted look of fear at the moment before his death.

Char was his old subordinate in the army and was personally recruited to Blackwater by him. He is currently one of the most capable subordinates he has.

The mission has been carried out no less than thirty times, and every time it has been successfully completed.

After going through so many ups and downs, he should be fearless.

But looking at the expression on his face before he died, it was as if he had seen a terrifying evil ghost.

"What exactly happened here?" Smith clenched his fists tightly.

"Sir!" A subordinate came over.

Smith took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

One of his men said with a dark face: "It's strange. The people here seem to have been shot at close range. Many people were shot to death by bullets. It's as if the enemy is among them?"

"Yes sir."

Another subordinate said: "I have checked the corpses on the ground. Several of them had their throats cut with a knife, and some had daggers stuck in their heads. They must have been fighting at close range."

The surroundings suddenly quieted down.

The corners of Smith's eyes kept twitching.

Shot at close range...

Could it be that his people and enemies are all mixed together?

Or is it that the enemy just mixed in with the rebels and suddenly shot everyone to death while they were not paying attention?

His thoughts were in confusion, and his head was even more confused.

What happened?

How on earth could so many people, so many valuable weapons and equipment be strangled to death?

He has also served as a commander in operations and commanded many battles, large and small.

But at this moment, he couldn't figure out what was happening here.

This all seems so incredible.

"Sir!" a subordinate said: "The enemy is not an ordinary team. They are professional in their methods. They not only killed our people, but also shot every corpse."

Smith turned his head in surprise.

The subordinate continued: "I saw many corpses with their heads smashed, and their hearts were shot. Many others had their necks stabbed with daggers."

"The methods of these guys are very cruel and can even be said to be inhumane!"

Smith's heart suddenly stopped, and then started beating wildly.

This kind of thing should only be done by special forces or brutal mercenaries.

People from the Yan Kingdom always treat prisoners kindly and would never do this.

He suddenly had some doubts as to whether those who came were from the Yan Kingdom.

If you're not from the Yan Kingdom, where are you from?

Yan Country has always been a forbidden area for mercenaries, and they will never cooperate with any mercenary organization.

It is even more impossible to ask foreign aid from other countries to assist.

But judging from the tragic scene in front of us, there must be hundreds of people from the Yan Kingdom.

Could it be that...hundreds of special forces came at the same time?

This is even more impossible.

Special forces are small units known for their elite strength.

Each special forces soldier requires a large amount of money and takes many years to train.

Not to mention Yan Guo, even Sam, the number of real attack troops in the special forces is limited.

He sent out hundreds of them at a time, and even if he was beaten to death, he didn't believe any country could do it.

"What happened? Who did it? What happened here..."

Smith's head kept rumbling like it was struck by lightning.

Originally, he wanted to conduct an on-site survey to see what happened.

But when we arrived at the scene, we were even more confused.

I couldn't understand what was going on at all.

He couldn't even tell how his troops could be so useless and suddenly all of them were killed?

At this moment, the satellite phone on his waist suddenly rang.

Smith calmed down, his heart skipped a beat, and he stared at the satellite phone...

After a moment's hesitation, he picked up the phone from his waist.

Then he looked at the people around him with cold eyes.

The men immediately retreated in a sensible manner and continued to inspect the battlefield.

Smith seemed to be in a vacuum, looking at no one around before he picked up the phone.

"Hey……"

A hurried voice came from the other side: "FUCK! Smith Wilson, how did you promise me, why did this happen? What kind of trash did you choose?"

"Heishui gives you so much money every year, what do you do with that money, and how do you cultivate a bunch of rubbish like you!"

"You bastard bastard! You not only tricked me, you also tricked our intelligence agency..."

Smith was scolded so much that his eyes kept twitching, but he didn't dare to say a word in rebuttal.

He was the one who boasted about Haikou before.

Now that he was slapped in the face, he had nothing to say.

More importantly, no matter how rampant and lawless Blackwater is outside, it is all because the Intelligence Agency is backing them.

Without this big backer, they would have died eight hundred times a long time ago.

The Intelligence Bureau has the power of life and death over them.

So even if he was slapped in the face, Smith didn't dare to react, not to mention that he really messed up the matter...

"You bastard, tell me what to do?"

The man opposite said angrily: "Are you going to smash your head yourself now, or let your men help you? In short, I don't want to see you again, and your head must be smashed too!"

"Otherwise, I will go to your house personally and blow your family's heads off!"

"Especially the two sons you love most, I will beat them to pieces at close range with a shotgun!"

Smith was sweating profusely: "Mr. Fury, please, please give me another chance. There is still room for redemption! Really, there is still room for recovery..."