Laura's Beautiful Journey

Northeastern Africa, on the edge of the Sahara Desert.

"Damn it, can you be more agile with your hands and feet!"

Dr. Albert held up a rag to block the harsh sunlight, but the ambient temperature of more than 50 degrees and the occasional hot wind were still rapidly taking away moisture from his exposed parts.

"bah bah bah"

Opening his mouth to speak just now caused sand to drift into his mouth with the wind. Coupled with the strong strawberry smell left from the previous "jam", this feeling had to be said to be really terrible.

Just when Dr. Albert was getting agitated, dark clouds suddenly began to appear one after another in the originally cloudless sky.

With the help of the strong wind, the thick cumulonimbus clouds quickly blocked the scorching sun, bringing a long-lost coolness to everyone on the ground.

"Why are you just standing there! Didn't you see the storm is coming? Hurry up and hang up the goods so you can leave!"

The cool wind took away the heat on people's bodies, but it was obvious that Dr. Albert was still irritable inside.

"It's really weird. I have never encountered such sudden and spooky weather before."

Ulysses Crow sat up from the weapon box and patted the dust on his body, then noticed that the saber-toothed tiger not far away suddenly put on a guarded posture, and was still making a warning sound of "Woo-Woo".

"Claw! Tell your men to help quickly. What are you doing there?"

Albert looked down upon mutants like Sabretooth Tiger. He believed deeply in the Holy Trinity's salvation theory and believed that monsters like mutants were one of the unstable factors in society and were existences that must be completely eliminated.

"Relax, doctor, the big tiger seems to have sensed something wrong."

Ulysses Crow pretended to stretch and secretly activated a small device on his arm.

"Wind, rain, thunder, Victor hates the woman behind this!"

The saber-toothed tiger suddenly blurted out a sentence, and then began to howl loudly to the sky. The red tank hung the large box that was almost as tall as him on the cable hook of the transport helicopter and walked straight to Albert. In front of him, he stretched out his thick palm and said angrily:

"money."

Albert was stunned by his action at first, and then he remembered that he had promised him three hundred dollars in reward for helping him pack the boxes.

"Give, give, take, take!"

At this time, everything had been fixed. The doctor who couldn't wait to leave took out a handful of bills from his pocket and patted the red tank's hand. Then he quickly turned around and walked towards the helicopter against the increasing wind.

"Doctor, the intensity of the storm is much greater than I thought. It is very dangerous to take off now! My suggestion is to close the hatch first and carry it through. The storm in the desert will not last very long!"

The driver glanced at the raging storm outside the window and gave his suggestion.

Albert did not answer the call, but took off the communicator and tried to contact the village headquarters. After several attempts, all he could hear was the messy sound of electricity.

"Take off now!"

After cursing, he hung the microphone in his hand on the bulkhead and ordered.

The two pilots looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. However, as members of the Holy Trinity, they had to obey the leader's orders and could only start to activate various parts of the aircraft in order to prepare for takeoff.

"Ulysses Crow! What the hell are you still doing there! Come here quickly!"

Turning around and finding that there was no one in the cabin, Albert opened the door and shouted to Crowe who was still standing there. This guy is the key to finding vibranium. As for the other two mutants and those miscellaneous soldiers, He doesn't care.

"That guy is coming!"

The saber-toothed tiger, who had been waiting carefully, sniffed vigorously, and he smelled a faint smell in the air.

After getting along with each other for less than half a month, Ulysses Crow had a deep understanding of his beast-like intuition. If it weren't for the timely reminder of the saber-toothed tiger in Siberia, he would have died in the bear's claws, let alone completing the mission. Down.

So, Crowe stood behind the saber-toothed tiger and took out the modified m1911 from the holster, his eyes also quickly looking for potential targets.

"Oh, hi! It's so damn cold outside, can you let me in for a squeeze?"

Albert was startled by the sudden appearance of Wade in a floral shirt and almost drew his gun.

Before he could recover, Wade had already slipped into the cabin through the crack of the door like a loach. He didn't care about the disgusted looks of the others and squeezed directly into the middle of them.

"Ha! Thank you, it's so warm in here. Oh, handsome guy, your pistol seems to have hit me in the back. Don't misfire, otherwise it will hurt innocent people!"

"Sir, we are about to take off! To prevent the wind from affecting the interior of the cabin, please close the door immediately!"

Hearing the pilot's reminder, Albert hesitated for two breaths, and then slammed the hatch.

"Damn it, I don't believe that without you, an idiot like you, our Holy Trinity wouldn't be able to find the Vibranium City. Take off! Return to the base!"

Following his order, the pilot pulled the control stick, and the transport plane began to gradually leave the ground amidst the roar of its two high-power engines.

"Oh, my friend, could you please stop putting that pistol against my hip? It makes the hairs on my body stand up."

Wade squirmed like a maggot and stretched out his white arms to show the others that what he said was true.

Just when the rest of the people in the cabin were also excited by his sultry words, Albert discovered something was wrong.

"What happened! It's static electricity!"

"Boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck the helicopter.

Although modern transport aircraft have metal shields, this lightning hit a key part. Sabertooth Tiger watched the helicopter that was just more than ten meters above the ground plummet to the ground after a string of sparks and black smoke emitted from the engine.

"Red Tank! Go catch them, otherwise if the employer dies, our commission will be lost!"

When he heard the first half of Crowe's words, Red Tank did not react until the word "commission" appeared.

When the transport plane fell out of control and the red tank that was rushed in used its hands, everyone in the cabin could be said to have experienced a much more exciting experience than the pirate ship roller coaster. Among them, a guy in a floral shirt screamed the most miserably and loudest.

The nearly two-ton Chinook transport aircraft was like a plastic toy to the red tank, casually placed on the ground.

Just as he was about to tear down the hatch to release the rich boss, a figure flew out of the dark clouds. Before he could react, a golden fist appeared in front of him.