Everyone yearns for a better life, but evil is everywhere.
This is a mysterious jungle at the junction of three countries in Southeast Asia.
The golden crescent moon, a beautiful geographical shape, has left a deep impression on the world. Gold is everywhere, and the dream of getting rich overnight has opened up a crazy dream-making space for countless greedy and sinful souls.
Luo Wen, twenty-three years old this year, is the young master of Golden Crescent Rainbow Village.
To put it bluntly, Rainbow Village belongs to the Luo Wen family. There are more than 3,000 men and women in the village, all of them are the property of Luo Wen's father. They have all been trained to be experienced planters, cultivating thousands of hectares of highly profitable flowering plants.
Dad's method of controlling them is simple and crude, either giving them money or taking bullets.
Dad is the big landowner of Rainbow Village and a tyrant. But everyone respectfully called him Grand Master.
In the eyes of all the people in Rainbow Village, Rowan was the second young master of an idle landlord's family. Five years ago, Rowan was forcibly transported by helicopter to a beautiful small country in Europe by his father.
Overseas trade, international finance, my father chose a major for Luo Wen that connects the world and plunders the world's wealth. He wants to make him a genius in the golden crescent moon.
Rowan was tired of the corrupt life in Rainbow Village, hated drugs, and hated the endless robbery and killing.
Rowan simply believes that the only way to stop war is to use a powerful force of justice to wipe out all evil.
Therefore, not long after the helicopter's return figure disappeared, Luo Wen used a green sword to bribe the greedy dean of the college, slipped out of the school, and went to the Middle East alone.
Rowan crashed into the Coastal Military Academy, a mysterious academy where it was Rowan's dream to hang out with guns, bombers, spies, and commandos.
Beautiful knives are really hard currency, more lethal than knives and guns. Rowan used it to pry open the door of dreams.
Two years of rigorous military theory and hell-mode offensive and defensive training have trained Rowan and the others into ruthless war machines.
Rowan, who has outstanding military combat skills, was sent to a dark prisoner of war camp to play a real killing game.
Rowan not only gained a strong body, but also developed a cold and cruel heart.
What followed was three years of actual combat. As a coastal commando captain, Rowan traveled to almost every deadly battlefield in Syria and the Middle East.
Nine out of ten of the commandos led by Luo Wen were scarred, and at least thirty percent died.
The dream was originally a nightmare.
At this moment, the sky was dim. After traveling for three days and nights, taking at least five types of jungle transportation, Luo Wen arrived at the border of Golden Crescent.
At dusk on the edge of the desert, the sky and earth are cold.
Five years, five years of nightmare-like passion. Rowan had dark skin, coldness and determination, and he still had three bullet holes in his body, two from rifle bullets and one from a shrapnel from an artillery shell.
Five years later, dreams are so fragile, nothing has changed, crime and war have become more rampant.
Rowan really wanted to go home.
Over the dead tree ridge in front of him, Rowan could see the river flowing through Rainbow Village. Thinking about his barbecue hut by the river, thinking about the good times when he smoked cigars and a group of maids beat their legs and massaged them, Rowan revealed a hint of wry smile.
I have been coaxing Dad in various ways for five years. This time I came back with Dad’s fists and his whip that could only kill people.
Rowan felt scared again.
Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly. This was his body's instinctive reaction in the face of danger. A faint sound of a desert jeep shutting down irritated Rowan's eardrums.
Rowan immediately crawled behind a bush, took off the large satchel on his back, held it in front of his chest, and quickly took out the infrared telescope.
Sure enough, Rowan saw an open-top jeep parked close to the sand dune about 500 meters away. Three tall men got out of the car, made a gesture to each other, immediately separated, and surrounded him from three sides. They all have AK-47s.
Desert foxes specialize in taking offal from their prey, killing people and stealing goods. They are everywhere in the jungle.
Damn it, Rowan cursed, going through all kinds of difficulties and dangers along the way, and saw these bastards at the door of his house, plotting against him, treating him like a fat sheep? Come on then.
Rowan quickly took out the FN-P90 submachine gun, which was his close-combat weapon and his favorite. Made in Belgium, it was once hailed as the most advanced submachine gun in the world.
The gun body is short and compact, and the barrel is made of high-density space material. It is equipped with 5.7mm bullets, a special bullet supply and a quick-change magazine. Rowan can load and aim in just three seconds.
Holding the P90 on his chest, Rowan quickly assembled his other sharp weapon, an AWM bolt-action sniper rifle.
AWM is supposed to be a heavy-firepower sniper rifle tailor-made for the harsh environment in Southeast Asia.
Whether it is the high mountains of Afghanistan or Iran, the rainy tropical jungles, or the arid deserts of the Crescent Zone, AWM can operate flexibly and with ease in all kinds of harsh environments.
The key price is also very good, it only costs more than 9,000 U.S. dollars. Compared with the Barrett, S200 and other top sniper rifles, which are easily more than 10 dollars, and the sky-high price of 200,000 U.S. dollars, Luo Wen still likes AWM.
After setting up the AWM, Rowan equipped two pistols on his waist, daggers and spurs hidden in his combat boots, and two German DN31 grenades on his left and right shoulders. This guy is extremely powerful and has terrifying lethality. Best for killing enemies in groups and waiting for opportunities for them to escape.
In an instant, the big satchel was much empty, and Rowan transformed into a fierce coast commando.
One-on-three, Rowan curled his lips. In past records, even against five-on-one, he also killed the enemy in front of him and escaped unscathed.
The three bastards, groping through Rowan's telescope, quickly approached and were already only about 200 meters away.
It was really not worth it to get entangled with this kind of bastard. Rowan decisively took out the silencer, twisted the muzzle of the sniper rifle, and then aimed at the one farthest from him on the left.
In the scope, the guy's big, plump face looked like a purple-red bullseye. Rowan silently counted three, two, one.
There was a slight explosion, and Luo Wen saw that half of the guy's head was smashed, and the blood was scattered. He twisted his body and was killed directly. The power of a headshot was really satisfying.
The other two seemed to hear a little noise, and they all lay on the ground. They subconsciously glanced behind, but quickly continued forward.
Rowan took off his jacket, deliberately put it on his backpack, pushed it towards the small sand dune in front of him, acting casual and unprepared, and immediately retreated behind the bushes.
He quickly crawled on his knees and rushed to the right about ten meters away.
This is a sniper's instinctive defensive measure. No matter how stupid the enemy is, they cannot fire a second shot at the same position.
After Rowan changed positions, he once again aimed at the bastard on the right. This guy was very cunning. He would stop after crawling for a few steps and stared at the place where Rowan was hiding just now.
Moreover, he calmly raised the butt of his gun and blocked his face.
Never underestimate your enemy, this is the iron training of the Coast Commando.
Rowan was a little hesitant. The butt of the AK47 couldn't stop his AWM bullets, but it couldn't smash the bastard's head with one shot. Rowan was upset.
Rowan calmed down and found that the two guys suddenly accelerated their crawling speed, as if they had reacted, and the accomplice on the left was shot dead.
In an instant, the two of them were within a hundred meters of Rowan. At this distance, the AK47 was very lethal, and Rowan did not want to be cross-attacked by two powerful firepowers.
Rowan took aim again and decisively shot the guy on the right. There was another bang. Rowan even cursed himself. Sure enough, he didn't hit the head, but hit the opponent's neck.
There was a burst of blood, and the guy turned his head, covered his bleeding neck with one hand, raised his AK with the other hand, and swiped at Rowan.
Rowan hurriedly retreated, crouched down, threw away the AWM, picked up his submachine gun and fired wildly.
The gunfire was a mess, and it seemed extremely sad in the sand dunes next to the jungle.
The man in front of him had jumped up, charging and shooting at Rowan regardless of life and death. The guy lying on the ground was dying and was still pulling the trigger intermittently.
Rowan was filled with rage and murderous intent. He rushed up from behind the bushes and drew an arc in the air. The P90 sprayed out tongues of fire crazily, instantly engulfing the powerful enemy who was already more than ten meters away.
