Looking at the vanishing dot on the radar LCD, Mark lost his mind for a moment.

Two Air Force pilots were buried forever at the bottom of the pitch-black Pacific Ocean.

The plane flew across the ocean, under the dark stars, scraping the border between Oregon and California, toward Nedawa.

Nevada ...... Las Vegas ......" Ye Fan stilted his legs and smiled: "I remember that there are a few old friends who seem to be the head snakes there, so I will visit them this time." ”

"Old friend, are you talking about Fernandis?" Shen Jiayao remembered when she was in the Bangkok boxing stadium, the godfather of the Gambino family, the underground ruler of Las Vegas.

"Well, and John David's Feller family. Ye Fan picked up a playboy magazine, looked at it with a smile: "Nevada is a good place, sergeant, do you want to join us on an adventure?"

Mark was still immersed in the complicated emotions of having just wiped out the two Air Force colleagues, and when he heard the sound, he turned his head in a daze, and was about to answer, when a rapid alarm suddenly sounded in the cabin!

"Hmm, what's that?" a red dot appeared on several LCD screens at the same time, and various alarm lights in the cockpit flashed sharply!

"Fake!**! Yes!" Mark screamed suddenly, "We're locked in by the damn **!"

"What!?" Ye Fan threw away the magazine, grabbed Mark's collar and shouted, "How far is it?"

"Ten seconds, ten seconds!" Mark's face was almost distorted, and his whole body looked hysterical.

"Skydive!" Ye Fan made a decisive decision, at this juncture, there was no second way to escape except parachuting. The transport plane is not a fighter jet, and it is impossible to evade the incoming attack, let alone intercept it.

Bang! He smashed the umbrella cabinet above the seat with a punch, pulled down the umbrella bag and put it on his body indiscriminately!

Shen Jiayao was also confused, completely frightened by the rapidly approaching ** on the LCD screen.

Ten seconds later, the red dot scanned by the radar has burst into the inner circle at the end of the display.

"Let's go!" picked up Shen Jiayao, and Ye Fan escaped out of the cab!

Just now, because of the teleportation coma, the high-altitude cold air mass that rushed to his face immediately woke Shen Jiayao up.

The cold air currents blew the two of them into dry people, and their clothes were tightly attached to their bodies, not to mention opening their eyes, and even breathing was extremely difficult!

Boom –

In the night sky a few kilometers above their heads, the C17 transport plane was accurately rammed by a **!

A terrible explosion rang out over Nevada, and a blinding orange-red light rapidly fell into the unknown darkness.

Did Mark escape from the plane, Ye Fan had no time to think, at this moment he and Shen Jiayao were being blown by the high-altitude compressed air flow to the deep hinterland of Nevada.

Shen Jiayao felt that she was almost frozen, and there was only the sound of whirring air currents in her ears, and even the explosion could not drown out the noisy noise.

The rope of the parachute was wrapped around his body, and Ye Fan freed up one hand, wanting to sort out the messy ropes, but unexpectedly, with a bang, he actually opened the umbrella bag in advance!

"Grass!" he could only curse in his heart, at an altitude of nearly 10,000 meters, the parachute was blown into the unknown territory, in order to save his life, he couldn't throw it again, he had to resign himself to fate.

At his feet, the darkness that could not be seen at a glance made Ye Fan's heart even more anxious, in the highly developed United States, how could he not see the glorious night view of the city?

The only explanation was that this was a deserted and inhospitable area, and he suddenly remembered that most of the western United States had harsh natural conditions, and Nevada was a desert state!

"Damn!" Ye Fan finally realized what terrain was under his feet, the vast desert like smoke!

Crackling -

The parachute above his head made an annoying sound, holding the girl who was gradually losing consciousness, Ye Fan had nowhere to vent his anger.

Longel!

In his vicious plan, he not only sank the container into the Pacific Ocean, but even destroyed the transport plane with ** to prevent an emergency!

At this time, on a 50-meter-high watchtower at an abandoned air base 200 kilometers away from the explosion site, two figures were standing proudly.

"Perfect!" the man in the long trench coat let out a sigh of admiration as he looked at the gorgeous rose blooming in the night sky.

"Robin, can you rest assured?" Beside him, an old man with an old-fashioned corncob pipe crossed his hands on his hips, his face under his sunglasses overflowing with smiles.

He had a hard, battle-hardened face, but his old uniform and cloak were out of place for the times.

"General, your little sparrow is very accurate, I didn't expect the ** from the World War II period to still come in handy now. Robin Pan laughed.

"Old things are more reliable, Robin, and you should be glad to have an old fellow like me who is willing to generously support you in fulfilling your life's dream. Longel puffed out a puff of smoke and waved his hand to signal the mercenaries under the watchtower to prepare to leave.

Robin raised his head and smiled, took out a check from his pocket and handed it over, "This is $200 million for your team's operating expenses." ”

"Oh, I thank you for the children. If there's such a mission next time, the Expendables will be happy to help you. Longel happily accepted the check and turned and walked down the stairs.

The U.S.-made Hummer kicked up smoke and disappeared into the empty Nevaa Desert hinterland, and Robin Penn pulled a piece of paper out of the pocket of his trench coat, smiled and shredded it, letting the messy and broken pieces of paper be blown away by the wind......

"Goodbye, Ye ......" he took a big stride, got into his jeep, and drove away.

The parachute is like a lonely dandelion seed, which lands leisurely in the cold desert.

Tearing open the hanging rope on his body, Ye Fan quickly called out to the girl in his arms: "Jia Yao, wake up, wake up!"

In the dark vision, Shen Jiayao's lips were blue, her whole body was cold, she trembled for a while, and she was unconscious.

Even a well-trained paratrooper cannot do a 10,000-meter skydive, and 8,000 meters is the ultimate altitude. The harsh environment of low pressure, low temperature, low oxygen, and strong winds is unbearable for ordinary people's bodies, and Shen Jiayao's state at the moment is the embodiment of "high-altitude reaction syndrome".

Looking up, I saw that this desolate desert was still sand except sand, and not even a single sand willow tree could be seen.

Ye Fan picked up Shen Jiayao, laid her flat on the spread parachute, leaned down, and began to give her artificial respiration.

The girl's cold lips couldn't feel the temperature at all, and the beating of her heart was extremely weak.

Every minute, Ye Fan helped her up, transported the True Qi, and delivered a steady stream of vitality through Shen Jiayao's whole body acupoints to help her recover.

Tonight, after a series of changes, from dealing with Li Tianlin to now parachuting to escape, Ye Fan also consumed a lot of energy and physical energy, at this time, in order to save Shen Jiayao, he didn't want to deliver Zhenqi, and it didn't take a few minutes to sweat like rain.

I don't know how long it took, when he felt that he was about to be exhausted, a faint call floated out of Shen Jiayao's mouth: "Ye Fan...... Are we dead ......"