The Sea of Oil was the product of the 2012 geological shift in Asia. The Middle East region, which was originally rich in oil, erupted from the ground due to the earthquake. The viscous oil spurted out and gathered into lakes of all sizes and huge seas.
What an ironic change. The oil that was originally known as black gold was now placed in front of humans, but humans were unable to develop it. The sea of oil was surrounded by a high concentration of deadly gases, and whenever the sun was too hot, these gases would spontaneously combust. Balls of flames rolled over the sea of oil, and they were known as the will-o'-the-wisps of the day.
The Middle East, a place where countless wealth gathered, had now become a completely lawless place. There were only three types of people who lived here. The first type were gold diggers who were blinded by profit, the second type were freelance mercenaries who came for the bounty, and the third type were people who fled here for various reasons.
The sea of oil that was unusually calm during the day would become a treasure bowl in the eyes of gold diggers at night. All kinds of excavation machinery raced against time to extract it. In order to hinder the progress of the opponent's mining, gun battles between gangs were inevitable. There were only two kinds of people who could speak here: rich people and people with guns.
May 1st, 2030.
Everything was as calm as ever. A white-haired old man with a full beard dressed like a western cowboy was squatting in front of his house, repairing an antique motorcycle.
A gust of wind blew across the Gobi Desert. The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the sand dunes in the distance. He muttered to himself,"It's been a long time since we had a guest!"
Putting down the tools in his hand, the old man leisurely hummed a song and walked into the hut. In the blink of an eye, a six-barrel Grinth machine gun was brought out by the old man, and a bullet belt full of bullets was wrapped around the old man's arm.
The old man sat on the rocking chair outside the house with the heavy machine gun. He took out a cigar and put it in his mouth. When he couldn't find a lighter, he placed the cigar in front of the Grinth machine gun. After a series of gunshots, only one-third of the cigar was left, but the rest had been completely ignited.
An off-road vehicle slowly drove past the sand dune. The old man raised his machine gun and aimed at the off-road vehicle. He pulled the trigger, and bullets poured out. The muzzle of the gun spewed fire. The old man controlled such a heavy machine gun, but the trajectory was unusually accurate. The bullets all grazed the off-road vehicle's body, and the off-road vehicle was still safe and sound until the bullets were exhausted.
"It's been a long time since I had a customer. I'm a little too excited.”The old man threw Grinth, who was already empty, to the side and took out a Winchester from under the rocking chair. He slowly loaded the gun and waited for the SUV to arrive.
The SUV stopped, and three people in suits got out of the car. They didn't say anything and only handed two boxes of cash to the old man. The old man opened a stack of banknotes with the gun barrel. After confirming that the numbers weren't consecutive, the old man waved at them and signaled them to come over.
One of them took out his cell phone and passed it to the old man.
"The strongest mercenary in the Middle East, Mr. Dean?”A voice that was altered by a voice changer came from the other end of the phone.
"You pay and I'll start working. Don't be so polite.”
"The advance payment is two million euros, and the other half will be paid after the matter is settled.”
"Four million euros? Whose life is worth that much?”
The man in black handed over a photo. When he saw the photo, the old man's pupils constricted.
"Fansen, the strongest person in the United Nations 'Superpower Control Association. His superpower is mind control. My men will give you the information about him.”The man in black handed over a stack of documents, but the old man smashed it with the butt of his gun and blew it away with the wind in the Gobi Desert.
"Cut the crap! Where is he?"
"Atlantis Island."
"I can't go to that kind of place.”
"Three days later, we will have a contact to escort you into the island. After the target is eliminated, we will escort you out of the island.”
The old man took a puff of his cigar and asked indifferently,""Other than me, is there anyone else involved?”
"Those smokescreens are necessary. If you don't want to see them, I don't mind killing them, be it the other mercenaries or my men.”
The old man hung up the phone and took Fan Sen's photo from the man in black. He said,"Just put the money on the ground."
The SUV drove away. The old man sat in the rocking chair and stared blankly at the photo. Suddenly, he got up and raised the Winchester in his hand, aiming at the two cash boxes and shooting them over. Two million euros were blown away by the wind, and the Gobi Desert was filled with banknotes.
"You sure have a knack for causing trouble, kid!”
The old man put away his gun and slowly walked into the house. On the wall facing the door of the house, there was a dagger that pierced through a denim hat. It was firmly fixed to the wall. There was a lot of dust on it, and it seemed that it had been idle for a long time.
Putting the photo on the round table, the old man walked slowly to the hat and pulled out the dagger. There was a clear steel seal on the blade of the dagger, and it was a Chinese name-Fansen.
The largest tavern on the west side of the oil sea was as calm as ever. There was only a horse chewing on canvas in the long line of vehicles outside the door.
Gunshots were heard from the tavern. After a long period of intense fighting, it took more than ten minutes for it to calm down. The horse seemed to have realized something and immediately left the convoy and ran to the sand dunes in the distance. A huge explosion sounded, and the entire tavern was blown up into the sky. Wine bottles, tables, and chairs flew in all directions. The flames that soared into the sky were still so eye-catching even in the daytime.
As the dust from the explosion dispersed, the surviving mercenaries climbed out of the ruins and drove their cars to escape in panic.
"Where are you running!"
A beautiful and valiant woman jumped out of the ruins. She did not have a gun in her hand, but she held six detonators. Under her throwing, all the cars that tried to escape were blown up by the detonators.
"Big Sister Huo! We're not doing this business anymore! Let's talk things out!" The remaining survivors knelt in front of the fierce woman and begged.
She glared at the mercenaries in front of her and whistled. The horse from the sand dune walked over with a bottle of whiskey in its mouth.
"I have to spend so much effort every time. You guys really don't learn your lesson.”
She mercilessly picked up a detonator and inserted it into the plastic bomb. When the horse that was leisurely moving forward saw this, it immediately threw down the bottle and ran behind the sand dune.
"Stupid horse! How many times have I told you! You're not allowed to drink!"
The plastic bomb landed behind the horse, causing a strong gust of wind to sweep the horse across the sand dune and land on the sand. However, the horse was not injured. Instead, it burped like a drunkard.
A motorcycle stopped in front of the horse. Dean stopped the motorcycle and walked to the side of the horse. He picked up the half bottle of whiskey that had fallen to the side. He looked at the label, wiped the bottle with his hand, tasted it, and then stuffed the whiskey into his shirt pocket with satisfaction.
"Has the Fire Phoenix gone berserk again?"
The horse seemed to understand human language and nodded drunkenly. Deanka started the motorcycle and drove past the sand dune until he arrived in front of the fire phoenix that was raging at the group of people who were kneeling.
"What's the matter? Why are you so angry?" Deanka stopped the car.
Fire Phoenix flung her long black hair behind her back and took out a photo from her bra. She showed it to Dean and said: "You also received this business?"
"Four million. After this deal, I can retire!”Dean said casually as he took out his whiskey and took a big gulp.
"You old fart, do you want to kill the people of the association?”
"Whether he is from the association or not has nothing to do with me. I am just a mercenary.”
"I'm talking to you nicely. Don't forget your surname!”Fire Phoenix's temper flared up, and her hands were once again filled with detonators. The people kneeling in front of him were scared out of their wits and fled in all directions.
The huge explosion swept up a storm, sending sand and dust flying everywhere. The ruins of the tavern were wiped off the map in the blink of an eye.
"The association only controls our superpowers. Anything other than our superpowers is our freedom.”An ice wall appeared in front of Deanka, while the phoenix was engulfed in flames. The two of them were unharmed in such a huge explosion.
"What a money-grubber old man!" The flames from the phoenix's hands rose higher and higher, and the ice wall in front of Dean began to melt.
A strong wind blew, and countless banknotes flew in the air. The fire phoenix was stunned and retracted its flames. The banknotes flew in the air like locusts. In the distance, there were even cheers from people fighting for them.
"While I'm away, I'll leave the oil sea to you.”
The Fire Phoenix smiled faintly and said," Don't act rashly. When you arrive at Ya Island, you must contact Prot."”
"This is my freedom!" After saying that, Deanka turned the motorcycle 180 degrees and sped away.
The sea of oil was the other heart of the Earth. If all the oil here was ignited and burned, the entire Earth would immediately fall into the purgatory of greenhouse effect.
Deanka and the fire phoenix were the guardians of this heart, the ice and fire combination of the Association of Superpowers Control.
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