"What do you think of these new kids man? I swear they're so mature".
"Yeah man, I feel what you mean".
A green-toothed criminal of the notorious Desert Cowboy Gang laughed with his companion as they dragged the new kids down from the trucks, dragging them towards the main storeroom where they would be kept in preparation for sale.
"Have you seen this girl? I bet she's only 12 years but man her skin is so white and soft. Hehe, even her twin watermelons are already fully developed".
"Damn, I felt like squeezing the juice out of them on seeing how big and round they were, I bet they must taste so sweet".
"You're so right bro, I wish I can have a go at them sometimes but the boss won't agree. I envy the Great Shelter dwellers, those f*ckers get to enjoy them".
"Haha, what do you expect, a miser like you can't have a go at them".
"F*ck off! Who's the miser between the both of us?"
"We're both misers! Hahaha!"
"You're actually right, we are both misers, hahaha!"
"Silence!" An authoritative voice shunned the noise. "Silently place the goods in the warehouse, you don't want to mess them up or you'll have the boss to face off against".
The criminals all shuddered on hearing the boss being mentioned.
Without a word, they continued their job of dragging the kids who were now officially slaves into the warehouse to store them in preparation for sale.
The silence did not last long though, one of the fools among them quickly forgot the orders of the gang executioner as he spoke.
"I heard that one of the kids this time is the son of a filthy rich tycoon".
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Zoom!
The sound of multiple armored vehicles moving through the uneven badlands reverberated as dust was left billowing in their wake.
The Desert Cowboy Gang was the ruling criminal gang that terrorized all the villages within the region of the Trojan Badlands. The villages occupied the few fertile regions in the badlands, while the Cowboys occupied the badlands itself.
The main base of the Desert Cowboy Gang was located at the heart of the badlands, hidden amid golden sand and endless hills.
Aragorn's Monster Truck and the 3 other armored vehicles drove through the badlands filled with scanty vegetation without being discovered.
Apart from Rex, each one of the 6 Intermediate Mystic Warriors who made this elite rescue team were veterans who already clashed numerous times with the criminals of the Desert Cowboy Gang.
They knew most of their deployment formations already, Aragorn drove through the few holes that they left in their formations.
Inside the Monster Truck, Rex was exposed to the genius of a Mystic Mechanic first-hand. Aragorn already finetuned this Monster Truck that inside it was no more than a highly sophisticated computer.
Virtual projections hovered before Aragorn as the Truck was on autopilot. With an assistant from the 10 basic mystic warrior supporters of the elite team, they were able to constantly infiltrate the holes left by the Cowboys.
The Monster Truck had every survival kit that Rex could think of. It was basically a rugged survival truck; it gave Rex Zombie Highway vibes.
As Rex was exposed to more abilities of the Mystic Mechanic profession, the more he became curious about the real abilities that Aragorn had.
For him to hunt the Cowboys so nonchalantly even before this elite team was organized, and the way the other warriors held him at a high regard, Rex felt himself becoming more and more curious about the real capabilities of this warrior.
He wondered what his Blood Gunner nickname meant.
The Trojan badlands was a massive territory. Though they traveled for a far distance, they were not able to get to their destination before night came.
Having expected this, the elite team was calm as they camped for the night. During that night, they suffered attacks from Desert Snakes but they suffered no casualties as they completely massacred the snakes.
While they ate, Rex continued his journey of secrecy as he drank his blood in secret. The next day, they continued their journey.
5 hours after they restarted their journey, Aragorn's calculations were no longer completely full proof as they ran into their first contingent of Cowboys.
Once the criminals saw them, neither side hesitated as they unleashed fire on the other. Aragorn's Monster Truck got involved in its first battle in this mission and the truck's full abilities were shown.
With Aragorn controlling the monster truck from the inside, the Truck erected an interference field that prevented the team from sending distress signals.
Once this was done, the Cowboys were hammered hard. Different guns came out from hidden ports in the Monster Truck as singlehandedly, it completely violated all 5 armored trucks of the Cowboys.
Some Cowboys survived the explosion, but Gilbert was as alert as an eagle as his Sniper rifle roared rhythmically while unleashing high-caliber bullets from its muzzle, ending their journey of life.
The elite team barely let out a sweat as they exterminated this team.
That was the last mishap from Aragorn as after a full day and 9 hours, the elite rescue team finally arrived at the main base of the Desert Cowboys Gang.
The first phase of the rescue mission was finally completed.
2 kilometers away from the massive yellow structure that was built in the middle of the badlands, a Monster Truck and 3 heavily armored vehicles stopped as the support basic mystic warriors went to work.
3 of the basic mystic warriors were professional hackers, and while the Intermediate Mystic Warriors surveyed the security profile of their target, these 3 went to work on hacking the virtual defense of the base.
Gilbert was the eye of the team as through his massive Sniper Rifle, he was able to pinpoint every dangerous location that was taken by enemy forces.
In 6 minutes, they already came to a conclusion on the best way to infiltrate the criminal base. 5 minutes more, the 3 hackers finally completed their job.
"Done!"
"Good". Tim nodded in approval as he turned to face his warriors.
"Remember the plan, move in fast, rescue our target and escape".
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