Roland, driving a second-hand sedan of indeterminate ownership, arrived at a gas station on the southern side of the California Air Force Base...

This experienced army sniper actually had an answer in his heart, but when he arrived at the gas station and phoned Colonel William, several plainclothes armed personnel appeared around him in a menacing encircle. At that moment, his heart utterly sank!

Roland offered no resistance, acting like a man cornered, with his hand over his injured shoulder, he followed the armed men into an SUV.

Not long after the car departed, Mountain Eagle, dressed in simple jeans and a T-shirt and wearing a helmet, rode in on a Harley Fat Boy to refuel at the gas station...

That Black Fox not only had a good taste in choosing a house but also in choosing cars.

A beachfront apartment with three cars—a business-use Audi A8, a daily-use Chevrolet Malibu, a thrill-seeking Dodge Challenger, and finally this Harley Fat Boy.

For a man to change into a leather vest, ride a motorcycle with his beloved, racing down the freeway against the sunset, it represented the American-style romanticism for men.

Mountain Eagle himself loved riding motorcycles; sadly, over these years, apart from the time in Thailand when Tessa gave him a similar Harley, he barely had other chances.

Facing the gas station attendant's envious gaze, Mountain Eagle handed over a tip, then closed his helmet's visor, started the bike and pulled up beside the sedan driven by Roland...

He searched the car and quickly found the prepaid phone he had provided to Roland.

This time the enemy was cautious, but what they probably could never imagine was that it was not the phone that really tracked them—it was the "Crow" in the sky.

After checking Roland's location through the Crow once more, Mountain Eagle switched on his radio, "Eddie, they didn't go north but took the 5 freeway south. I'm in charge of trailing them; you follow behind."

Having said that, Mountain Eagle started the motorcycle, turned around on the 5 freeway, and pursued southward.

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Roland was wedged between two burly men. He grimaced in pain as he moved his injured shoulder, looking at the more affable fellow with a big beard on the passenger seat, he inquired, "Which unit do you guys belong to?"

Roland asked skillfully because he smelled a familiar scent on these people...

Their demeanor, feelings, and action patterns were more like active-duty soldiers than money-driven mercenaries.

Big Beard looked back at Roland, paused momentarily, and then said, "Red..."

A sense of dread settled in Roland's heart...

In the US Special Warfare Command, there existed slang unknown to outsiders.

Because the special forces soldiers often operate overseas and frequently need to collaborate, they introduce each other by color names representing their teams.

Green represented Delta, Blue was Seal Six Team, White was the Air Force 24th Special Operations Squadron, Red was the Ranger Reconnaissance Company, and Orange was Intelligence Support Action Office.

Roland, although serving overseas for many years, was merely a regular member of the Seal Assault Team, which was not the widely-known Seal Six Team (DEVGUR).

Because of his outstanding sniping skills, he had participated in a few cooperative missions organized by the Special Operations Command, which had given him a deeper understanding of these people.

From the moment he had met these people at the gas station, he smelled the familiar scent, and a slight probe gave him the answer.

Whether these people meant ill or well, there was no need to deceive him.

'Red', the Ranger Reconnaissance Company, America's top echelon of special operation units.

They typically operate in six-man teams whose normal duty is battlefield intelligence reconnaissance and support for a Ranger battalion. But as the domestic security warfare by old America bloomed, the Ranger Reconnaissance Company became a frontline special operation unit.

Roland couldn't judge whether these guys were retired or active RRC; he grimaced, saying, "California's weather is great, but what I need right now is medical services. Where are you planning to take me?"

Big Beard turned back with a faint smile and said, "We are heading to a private airport near Becksfield; Colonel William is waiting for you there."

While looking at his watch, Big Beard continued, "We'll reach our destination in 35 minutes. You can do a check then, there will be a doctor."

Roland leaned back against the somewhat rigid seat back, hinting thoughtfully, "Do you know what you're doing?"

Big Beard fell silent before saying, "We follow orders!"

Roland sighed and asked, "What if the orders are wrong?"

Big Beard shook his head slightly, "We don't question right or wrong..."

Mid-sentence, Big Beard turned to look at Roland again, his eyes flashing slightly, saying, "I don't know who you are or what you've done. I only want to advise you to cooperate a bit when the time comes."

Roland stared for a moment, saying, "Why? Weren't you guys here to pick me up?"

Big Beard shook his head and said nothing more. The burly men on either side of Roland exchanged a glance, suddenly grabbed his arms forcefully, bound his hands and feet with restraints, and slipped a black hood over his head.

Big Beard looked at the pained groans from Roland and shook his head, "Actually, you could have enjoyed the remaining half hour. It's a shame you keep asking questions."

Roland did not struggle. Shaking his shoulders, signaling the people on either side to be a bit gentler, he said helplessly, "So I'm a dead man, right?"

Big Beard's eyes complicatedly shook his head, "We don't ask, so I don't know. However, I did see guys from the Orange team. I've seen that man; he's in charge of interrogation, so be mentally prepared."

Roland wasn't sure if Mountain Eagle and the others were still trailing behind him. He smirked bitterly, "That's what I thought..."

But have you ever thought that one day you might encounter the same problem as me?

Executing orders, then being betrayed, and running around like a stray dog, waiting for people like you to come knocking..."

Big Beard nodded with a complex expression and said, "We've been through it half a year ago, so now we work for Titan Group...

Buddy, take it easy, as long as you cooperate, you might not necessarily die!"

Roland, after hearing this, sat up silently...

"It seems I really have no choice!"

The SUV quickly arrived inside a hangar at a small private airport...

Roland was dragged out of the car and pressed into a chair, and when the hood over his head was removed, he squinted and surveyed his surroundings.

Looking at Colonel William in civilian clothes, and Kaufman, the high-ranking executive of Titan Group, Roland, with bloody teeth, spit to the side and said, "Looks like I'm a dead man!"

Colonel William approached Roland with an ugly expression and said in a deep voice, "Where is Javier?"

Roland, gasping heavily, looked into Colonel William's eyes and said, "My mission never existed, did it?"

Just as Colonel William wanted to speak, curly-haired Kaufman stepped forward and said with a smile, "No, your weapons system testing mission is real...

You know, companies like ours sometimes have to do some dirty work for others, but our manpower is limited, so sometimes those weapon testers with special skills get assigned to cooperate with us.

Buddy, if you had successfully completed the sniper mission, I would have fulfilled those promises I made before.

But I didn't expect you to lose so miserably, and that the FBI would get on your tail, so...

Where is your partner?"

Watching Roland just sneering at him, Kaufman shook his head slightly and said, "Sergeant, I want to save you!

Tell me where your partner is, I can find a way to get you out, and then after some time, you can choose to work for Titan Group.

We have endless business overseas, working for us means you can make endless money!"

Roland, upon hearing this, looked at Big Beard standing aside and laughed loudly, "Is this how you were recruited?

They betray you, hurt you, then recruit you, and you still want to work for them!"

Big Beard didn't speak, but Kaufman walked over to his side, patting his shoulder and smiling, "Life is a business, and one should choose the direction most favorable to oneself.

Bull chose to trust me, so he got a brand-new life, and you can also choose to trust me...

I'll send you to a place where nobody can find you, and set up a whole new identity for you.

You won't lose anything, and instead, you'll get a job that pays big money!"

As he said this, Kaufman circled around Roland, smiling and said, "Tell me where your partner is..."

Roland looked up at this pretentious fellow, shook his head and said, "NO, dream on!"

Kaufman sighed in regret and said, "Then there's no helping it..."

Saying so, he walked behind Roland and pointed to a bald middle-aged man holding a leather case, saying, "He's a doctor, I advise you not to let him ask the questions..."

Roland watched as the bald middle-aged man approached, opened the case to reveal the horrible tools inside, and he struggled fiercely, startling Kaufman into standing upright...

"Fuck you..."

As he said this, Roland glared at Colonel William who was standing not far away, cursively shouted, "Fuck you, you'll regret everything you've done!"

Colonel William avoided Roland's gaze and turned away as though to avoid the bloody scene that was about to ensue...

"Roland, Kaufman is right, life is a business, and you have a choice!"

Roland looked at the bald middle-aged man picking up a syringe and shook his head slightly, "No, I have no choice..."

As he spoke, Roland looked curiously at the surrounding bodyguards and the rangers led by Big Beard, "Have you guys lost not just your dignity and conscience, but even your vigilance?"

Big Beard reached out to hold the bald man back, frowned and said to Roland, "What do you mean?"

Roland, intending to buy time, laughed loudly, "You are RRC, yet you only have handguns to use, this bitch-raised Kaufman is actually very scared of you, isn't he?

I'm a shooting system tester, now my gun is gone!

Don't you think that's unusual?"

"Whoosh"

A bullet flew in from the wide-open door of the hangar, hitting Colonel William's chest...

"Pop"

Big Beard, upon hearing the gunshot, instinctively dropped to the ground and crawled swiftly away from the direction of the door...

"Sniper..."

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