Chapter 194 Heading to Cedar Grove
Larry's face was so grim it felt like the cabin temp dropped a few degrees.
Soon enough, the plane touched down in Southwild. As soon as Larry stepped off, his phone rang. It was some sketchy internet number.
"Black Dragon, head to Cedar Grove solo. If we catch anyone tailing you, get ready to pick up Frank's corpse."
Click. The caller hung up. Larry's brow furrowed. A call the second he got off the plane? Were his moves being watched? Who the hell was gunning for him?
This was the HQ of a military district in Southwild. As Larry got off, a bunch of people rushed over. Leading the pack was a general in battle gear, with a squad of soldiers right behind him.
"Salute."
Thousands of soldiers snapped to attention, forming a line in front of Larry. They raised their right hands, middle fingers touching their brows.
"Larry, you're finally back." Idris Smith, Larry's right-hand man, approached, looking pumped.
Idris was about forty, with a scar on his face that made him look pretty fierce.
Larry gave a slight nod, "Dismiss the men, get me an off-road vehicle full of gas, and toss two extra barrels in the trunk. I gotta head out."
Idris frowned. "Larry, where are you going?"
Larry kept it short. He couldn't risk taking the army with him under enemy surveillance. If he did, Frank's life was toast.
He knew Cedar Grove was a death trap, and he might not make it back. But he had to go, no matter the risk.
"Get me a bulletproof vest," Larry ordered.
"Got it." Idris quickly got everything ready.
Larry suited up in the vest.
The off-road vehicle, gassed up with extra barrels in the trunk, was ready to roll.
Idris asked, "Larry, what's in Cedar Grove? Let me come with you."
Larry waved him off, "No need, I'm going solo. If I'm not back by tomorrow morning, take the army and hit Cedar Grove."
With that, he hopped in the car, fired it up, and sped away from the military district.
Cedar Grove was at the Southwild Border.
Technically, it was a no-man's land, not under any country's control, and also served as the border of a bunch of small countries
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Cedar Grove.
There was a wooden shack here.
Inside, a man was tied up tight. It was Frank, the deputy commander of Southwild's million-strong Black Dragon Army, a big shot in the area.
Frank was a bloody mess, lying on the ground with his eyes half-closed, barely hanging on.
Outside, mercenaries in camo gear stood guard, looking tough as nails.
Not far off, there were fighter jets, tanks, cannons, and other heavy-duty weapons.
A camo-clad warrior, face painted for stealth, rushed over and dropped to one knee. "Black Dragon's in Southwild and heading to Cedar Grove."
A man stepped out of the wooden shack.
He wore a black coat and a mask, hiding his face and gender.
His throat moved, and a raspy voice came out, "Is he alone?"
"Yeah, it's just Black Dragon."
"Good." The raspy voice replied.
Then, a loud laugh echoed from the mountain.
"Black Dragon, Cedar Grove's gonna be your grave. We've got experts from twenty-eight countries here. No matter how tough you are, there's no way out."
Larry had no clue that a global hit squad was waiting for him in Cedar Grove.
Black Dragon was just too much of a threat; if he wasn't taken out, everyone would be on edge.
Meanwhile, Larry was gunning it towards Cedar Grove. Soon, he hit the border.
"Stop." A loudspeaker blared ahead.
Military vehicles rolled up, and a bunch of fully armed soldiers jumped out, pointing their rifles at Larry's ride.
Larry hit the brakes. Dust flew everywhere as the tires screeched to a halt. He got out of the car.
"Salute." The soldiers snapped to attention and saluted.
"Larry." A booming voice called out.
"Thanks for holding the fort, guys."
Larry waved and walked over, handing out cigarettes to the officers, patting their shoulders. "You guys are the real MVPs, guarding the border all year."
"Larry, you're back! We heard you quit, but you'll always be Black Dragon to us," the lead officer said, all excited. Larry grinned.
"Larry, what's up?"
Larry looked off into the distance, his smile fading. "I'm heading to Cedar Grove."
"Larry, since the Black Dragon Army pulled out, Cedar Grove's been a mess. Let me send some troops with you," the officer offered.
Larry waved him off. "Nah, I'm going solo."
With that, he got back in the car and sped off, kicking up more dust.
The soldiers watched him go.
One of them asked, "What's Larry doing in Cedar Grove? I heard it's been pretty sketchy lately."
The captain shook his head. "No idea. But Larry's a beast; he should be fine. Let's get back to our posts."
"Got it." The squad quickly dispersed.
Larry drove fast, crossing the border. After crossing, he kept going and soon reached the outskirts of Cedar Grove.
Ahead, a range of rolling mountains loomed. From the mountains came the roars of wild beasts.
Larry carefully parked the car in some roadside bushes, camouflaging it with branches. Satisfied, he walked to the main road, pulled out his phone, and dialed the number that had called him first.
The call was answered quickly.
"I'm at Cedar Grove. Where are your people?"
"Black Dragon, if you want to save Frank, climb the mountain. He's at the top."
Click. The caller hung up.
Larry stared at the mountains, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and started walking. At the mountain top, a bunch of mercenaries were gathered.
Leading them was a guy in a black robe and mask, sitting in front of a wooden shack, smoking.
"Black Dragon's been spotted outside Cedar Grove. He'll be here in three hours."
"Kill him." The masked guy's voice was raspy.
"Pass the word: the moment Black Dragon's in range, take the shot. But stay hidden—he's not your average Joe. His strength is off the charts."
"Roger that."
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