In 2025, a country in North Africa, on the edge of the Sahara Desert.
"Falcon, three hundred meters to the left, RPG team, suppress!" Lin Rui's voice came through the tactical earphones, as calm as cold iron in the desert. Wearing the latest "Phantom" individual combat system, his camouflage uniform blended into the sand dunes. The modular rifle in his hand was spitting out tongues of flame, and he fired accurately to knock down two militants who were trying to set up a rocket launcher.
As the commander of the "Dragon Group" special forces, the team led by Lin Rui is performing a secret mission to rescue the hostages. The target is a dozen international observers detained by extremist organizations, located deep in the no-man's land known as the "death zone".
"An armored pickup truck appeared on the flank, and the two 'Red Arrows' have been locked!" The observer Zhao Gang's report came with rapid breathing.
Lin Rui's pupils shrank suddenly, and the tactical eyepiece instantly switched to thermal imaging mode. Three pickup trucks equipped with heavy machine guns were rushing towards them at high speed. The militants in the trucks fired wildly, and the bullets stirred up streaks of smoke on the sand.
"Prepare the rocket launcher, free fire!" Lin Rui rolled sideways, hid behind a huge wind-eroded rock, and pressed the communication button on the tactical bracelet at the same time, "Call Vulture, request air support, coordinates..."
Before he finished speaking, a mortar shell landed not far away with a scream, and the violent explosion made his vision go dark. The shock wave threw him away and he hit the rock hard. The pain of broken ribs instantly swept through his body.
