The transport plane landed in a remote desert city.
By then, it was already broad daylight.
They did not even need to get off the plane to see the distinctive yellow desert landscape through the windows.
There were quite a few people around the airport, all mercenaries trying to make a living here. Tanks and armored vehicles were hardly uncommon either.
At a glance, one might have thought they had arrived at some military base.
"All right, boys. If you brought enough cash, we can leave now."
A bald mercenary in desert camouflage, carrying a modified G36KV assault rifle on his back, boarded the plane.
He had come to receive Jason and the others. They had made arrangements in advance, and his boss had given orders regarding this matter.
Jason straightened his clothes, tightened the outdoor assault jacket around himself, then pulled up the hood and put on a pair of windproof goggles.
Dick took a heavy document bag from his backpack and tossed it to the mercenary. It contained the payment for this job.
The mercenary caught the bag, opened it, and the smile on his face immediately became much warmer.
A mercenary's creed: serve money!
"Okay, get down. We're leaving now!"
The bald mercenary got off the plane and made a gesture. A Military Humvee drove over from the other side.
A Browning M2 heavy machine gun was mounted on top.
Jason and the others followed him down, taking in the unfamiliar desert scenery. But they were merely passing through.
They had not even been here for ten minutes.
They boarded that Military Humvee, left the unfamiliar city, and plunged straight into the boundless desert.
Deep in the desert.
There was a small town that even satellites might not be able to find. Its yellow mud-brick houses had