Global Hunt
Li Changjiang was nothing more than an ordinary boy—introverted, quiet, and from a poor family—who preferred to lose himself in the imaginary military worlds he created. After failing his college entr
Bullets sliced through the air, weaving crisscrossing trajectories that formed a deadly net, and the cacophony of gunfire shattered the tranquility that had settled over the North African desert night. Benghazi, perched on the eastern coast of the Gulf of Sirte along the Mediterranean, was Libya’s second-largest city. Yet, in this moment, the city was transformed into a living hell the instant the shooting began.
Flames surged towards the sky as entire blocks of buildings collapsed under a barrage of shells, sending fragments of stone and debris raining down, burying what remained of ruined walls. Bullets whizzed in every direction, and in the blink of an eye, crowds fell en masse into pools of blood, as if Judgment Day had descended. Mere moments before, these people had been alive and breathing.
The streets were chaos—locals and stranded tourists alike scattered in panic, darting frantically like headless chickens. Voices of every hue—white, black, and yellow—rose in a deafening chorus of cries and screams.
This was no Hollywood blockbuster.
This was war.
A rocket, trailing a long tail of fire, crashed into the façade of a barbershop and exploded with a thunderous roar, sending a cloud of smoke mingling with pulverized cement and brick in all directions.
Li Changjiang had no time for complaints. Another explosion tore through the night, and he was thrown bodily into the air by the blast wave.
The instant he hit the ground, his mind reeled. He desperately wanted to get up and continue running, but his head suddenly felt oppressi