Gi Joe 2 Mongol Heleer Now

“Roadblock!” Flint yelled over the comms. “The deal is going down! If that resonator hits the Gobi fault line, Beijing and Ulaanbaatar are gone in an hour!”

The Chemer Valley, Mongolian-Russian Border Gi Joe 2 Mongol Heleer

It wasn’t a bomb. It was a directional sonic resonator. One pulse aimed at a tectonic fault line, and it could collapse a mountain range. Aimed at a fleet? It would turn steel hulls into singing glass. “Roadblock

Roadblock abandoned stealth. He stood up and fired. The .50 cal roared, tearing through the Cobra escort vehicles below. The oligarch Khadan screamed, grabbing the briefcase. It was a directional sonic resonator

Suddenly, the horses crested a dune. But the riders were not men. They were Cobra Vipers in heavy Mongolian deel coats, their masks painted like bronze death masks. Leading them was a figure wrapped in white fox fur.

The Ghost of the Steppe