Chapter 331 - 307: Robbed by Bandits?

Chapter 331: Chapter 307: Robbed by Bandits?

The Myanmar border.

Several vehicles sped out of Myanmar, heading toward the Xuanfeng Alliance.

While there was a border, some no-man’s-lands still existed between the two, serving as buffer zones.

After all, in this chaotic region, nations feared conflict and needed to give each other some space.

These areas remained fertile ground for bandits to thrive.

But to Flying Eagle, all bandits and robbers were nothing but trash.

He had already eliminated one group of bandits along the way.

He had no desire to get entangled with them, so he simply wiped them out and left without even bothering to deal with the bodies.

His target was the God of Hackers of the Xuanfeng Alliance.

And this time, he had to eliminate the target. It was a kill order from Mr. Doug.

Suddenly, one of his men reported, "Flying Eagle, there are more bandits ahead. The road is blocked."

Flying Eagle frowned and cursed, "I hate these chaotic places. These bandits are so annoying. Take care of them."

The group stopped the cars, frowning at the wooden logs blocking the road ahead.

’The same old trick, as expected.’

He immediately led his men out of the vehicles.

Then, just as he expected, a swarm of people poured out.

’These bandits all use the same playbook.’

Inside one of the cars, an F.B.I. agent answered his comms. "What’s happening?"

"Mr. Doug, we’ve run into bandits again," the F.B.I. agent replied immediately.

"Damn it, why are there so many bandits?" Doug’s furious voice came through the comms. "Get rid of them quickly! Bower can’t wait there for too long, or he’ll risk being exposed."

Flying Eagle was already out of the car, and he naturally heard Mr. Doug’s orders through his earpiece.

’Such annoying bandits.’

As soon as he got out, he used the car door for cover, drew the pistol from his waist, and prepared to fire.

A normal car door couldn’t stop a bullet, but their vehicles were different. They were SUVs, and the second-hand dealers in Myanmar had reinforced them with steel plates as requested.

He was very confident in his marksmanship. If he fired first, he could take out three of them before they could react.

With his skills and his men’s marksmanship, they could eliminate more than half the bandits in the first volley.

The rest would be terrified, lose all will to fight, and be easily crushed.

It was a good plan, but this time, just as he raised his gun, the other side fired first. A bullet whizzed out and struck the hand holding his pistol.

"AHHH!" Flying Eagle screamed as his pistol clattered to the ground.

He couldn’t believe it.

’They fired before me and shot the gun right out of my hand.’

’That marksmanship...’

Then, gunfire erupted. As the two sides exchanged fire, a series of agonized screams followed.

Flying Eagle’s eyes widened in horror. The screams were horribly familiar—they belonged to his men.

When he came to his senses, he saw that his men were either lying on the ground or, like him, clutching their hands and screaming after having their weapons shot away.

All color drained from Flying Eagle’s face. He simply couldn’t understand why there would be such skilled bandits.

’Or maybe... they aren’t bandits at all?’

’But that’s even more impossible. If they aren’t bandits, why would they come after us?’

BANG!

BANG!

...

Gunshots rang out one after another. Flying Eagle watched as his men were finished off with follow-up shots.

These people had no intention of leaving anyone alive.

Before he could react, another bullet hit his body, followed by one to his head, killing him instantly.

Inside the car.

The last agent who had been on the comms got out of the car. Seeing the scene before him, he froze completely.

A moment later, a bullet struck him in the head.

In an instant, all of them had been eliminated.

The communication line in the car was still open.

Doug’s voice came through again. "What’s the situation? If the fight is over, report back quickly."

On the other end, Doug had heard the gunfire stop and was immediately asking for an update.

But no one answered. Instead, a stream of Burmese chatter came through the line.

He couldn’t understand a word of Burmese, but his expression changed as he realized something had gone wrong.

Then, the line went to a dial tone.

"Quick, get someone who understands Burmese!" Doug shouted.

The subordinate next to him didn’t dare hesitate, immediately leaving to find someone who could speak Burmese.

"Quick, translate this." Doug immediately clipped the audio from the conversation and played it.

The translator immediately began to interpret:

"Damn, what bad luck. There’s nothing here at all."

"We hit the wrong people. It doesn’t look like this is them. Our target hasn’t arrived yet."

"Take these cars. Check for any trackers or communicators and rip them all out."

Hearing the translation, Doug’s face changed dramatically. The situation felt surreal, unbelievable.

’What the hell is this?’

His department had dispatched its most elite soldiers to assassinate the God of Hackers of the Xuanfeng Alliance.

’And now he was being told that Flying Eagle and his men were robbed by a group of bandits before they even reached the Xuanfeng Alliance?’

’The crucial point was, Flying Eagle’s team was actually wiped out by a group of bandits?’

’And that wasn’t even the most ridiculous part. The most ridiculous part was that the bandits had hit the wrong target.’

’Damn it, is this some kind of Hollywood movie?’

But it had already happened.

He hastily took out a special encrypted phone and dialed Bower’s number.

At that moment, on the border of the Xuanfeng Alliance, Bower was also waiting in a secret room for Flying Eagle’s arrival.

As the person in charge of receiving them, he had already arranged the next steps of the operation.

Once the God of Hackers was killed, he would retreat with Flying Eagle and the team.

Seeing the call from Doug, he answered immediately. "Mr. Doug, has Flying Eagle’s team arrived? They’re earlier than expected."

Doug said urgently, "Bower, Flying Eagle’s team was robbed by bandits. Something might have happened. Go check it out immediately. I’m sending you their location now."

Bower was stunned. "How is that possible? Wouldn’t bandits robbing Flying Eagle’s team be a death wish?"

But upon receiving his orders, he didn’t dare hesitate. He hurried out of the room, heading for the border. He quickly crossed it and made his way to the location Doug had sent.

When he arrived at the coordinates, his face changed completely!

There, strewn carelessly by the roadside, were the bodies. Weren’t they Flying Eagle’s team?

’These are all elite agents from our department. How could this have happened?’

’What kind of bandits could have this kind of power?’

’Could it have been the Xuanfeng Alliance?’

’That’s impossible, too. They had no idea Flying Eagle’s team was coming.’

Besides, his own men were monitoring the three hackers, and they hadn’t been using their computers. It was even more impossible for them to have tracked Flying Eagle’s team.

But this was terrifying. Could there really be bandits on the Myanmar border so formidable they could wipe out an elite team like Flying Eagle’s?

Meanwhile, in the Xuanfeng Alliance, Lu Feng was watching a live satellite video feed. The satellite, of course, was one of the Beautiful Country’s, controlled by Xiaozhi.

The feed showed the exact location where the F.B.I. agents had been eliminated by Red Lizard’s special forces.

With precise coordinates, Xiaozhi could easily use the Beautiful Country’s satellite to lock onto the area.

He was also watching the terrified expression on Bower’s face.

As Bower scrambled to leave, Xiaozhi’s voice sounded out: "Master, should we eliminate this person?"

"No need. Keep an eye on him. It’ll be more convenient for killing the next fish that comes along," Lu Feng said, shaking his head.

"Understood, Master!" Xiaozhi replied before going silent.

Afterward, Lu Feng checked in with Baguda to get an update on the beauty pageant and the refined salt factory.

After learning that everything was proceeding smoothly, he turned his attention back to the game world, panning his view to survey the area.

But when he looked toward Qingfeng Base in Zhuangyuan District, his brow furrowed!

’Who are these guys?’