Wu Heng, with his Skeleton Squad, hid behind a cluster of waist-high dry yellow shrubs, observing the settlement ahead from afar.
A wall roughly three to four meters high, reinforced with rough concrete and junk vehicles, stood in the distance. On top of the wall, the shadows of patrolling guards could be vaguely seen.
These guards mostly wore a mishmash of leather armor or coarse cloth clothes, yet they all had modern rifles slung casually over their shoulders.
This eclectic style gave off a strong sense of discordance, as if it were a city from another world inhabited by modern soldiers.
Wu Heng gazed into the distance, his eyes scanning over the graffiti and tattered slogans on the outer walls. A few blurred Spanish words confirmed the location underfoot for him.
"Mexico...!" he murmured to himself.
He still had a base in Mexico, which was handed over to Qi Hancai for management, and he hadn't been overly concerned about it afterward.
