"What kind of woman is she?"
"Heard she's a blonde girl, doesn't understand anything."
Cecil felt much more at ease, "How does she look?"
The subordinate let out a sleazy laugh, "Like a bean sprout, can't compare to you at all."
Cecil puffed out her full chest, a smug smile on her lips.
"Where is she now?"
"In Country M."
"Great." Cecil suddenly stood up, "Go! Bring me her head."
"Yes!"
******
The boundless desert, a large jeep was speeding wildly. Renault, with a high-power telescope in hand, perched like a nimble monkey on the car roof, sitting or standing, constantly observing the surroundings.
The desert outside the Gambling City is different from other places; it's all coarse sand or stones. If there's no hurricane, generally there wouldn't be a sandstorm.
Visibility is very high on clear days; as long as there's someone, you'll be able to spot them along the way.
"Chief." Renault shouted loudly from the top of the car, "Target found, target found."
"Coordinates."
