Ning Che looked up and followed the sound, discovering that Lin Yi was crouching in a distant tree!
His expression was one of surprise and joy.
The remaining three also noticed Lin Yi.
They imdiately raised their guns and pulled the trigger towards Lin Yi.
Lin Yi’s reaction was swift.
He jumped down from the tree at once, dodging the bullets.
And just at that mont, Ning Che fired, and the bullet shot out.
Another man fell straight to the ground.
Bam!
On the other side, another man was killed by Lin Yi.
With the flawless coordination between the two, only one man was left from the group of five.
Just as Ning Che was about to take care of the last one, she was suddenly halted by Lin Yi’s gaze.
And he nodded towards her.
Ning Che hesitated for a mont, but then understood Lin Yi’s aning.
She put away her weapon and charged at the last remaining man.
With a gun pointed at his head, the last man dared not make any rash moves.
Seeing Ning Che rushing over, he could only resort to hand-to-hand combat in resistance.
Although not as strong as Lin Yi, Ning Che’s strength was also evident.
Initially, they were evenly matched, but after a dozen moves, he fell behind, ultimately having his arm broken and being pinned to the ground.
If Ning Che had gone all out from the start, she could have subdued him within three moves.
"When did you get here?"
Having resolved the danger, Ning Che approached Lin Yi.
"Almost a week ago. Worried about trouble, so I ca to keep watch."
Looking at the subdued man on the ground, Lin Yi asked:
"How does he feel, what’s his level?"
"He should be at C-level, almost reaching B-level," Ning Che contemplated:
"At this level, he shouldn’t be part of GP4."
After speaking, Ning Che looked at Lin Yi again.
"Can you guess where he’s from? Mammon?"
"Probably not. Mammon’s people wouldn’t be this weak. Should be Kaijie Group’s hidden card, working with GP4 on missions."
"Central Guards Brigade, Mammon, GP4—so many people in one place, it’s getting more chaotic."
"Even if it’s chaotic, the job has to be done."
Lin Yi held a knife to the man’s neck.
"Talk, what’s your squad called."
The latter panted heavily, saying nothing.
"Quite stubborn."
Lin Yi chuckled and severed the man’s Achilles’ tendon with the knife.
Before he could scream, his mouth was covered.
"You’d better cooperate with . This is a jungle, full of insects. Do you want a quick death or would you prefer being eaten clean by insects?"
Fear showed on the man’s face.
In this line of work, they had long since ceased to fear death.
But there are many ways to die. Taking a bullet directly could be considered a blessing.
If he were to be eaten by insects as Lin Yi described, it would terrify them to their core.
"We’re from Arctic Fox," the man panted.
"That should be a team under Kaijie Group, right?"
"Yes."
"On your way then."
Having obtained the information he wanted, Lin Yi slit the man’s throat, stood up, and returned to Ning Che’s side.
"You go and rendezvous with Team Three, but don’t tell anyone we’ve arrived."
Ning Che nodded, "How are you arranging the follow-up actions?"
"Let Team Two and Team Four take the lead, with Team Three staying hidden for support. We’ll guard the exterior."
"But the current issue is, we must eliminate the opposition completely, otherwise no one will be able to enter without facing obstruction."
"So we need to swiftly resolve this, hitting them during a ti gap."
"I understand what you an."
"Go join with Team Three then."
Ning Che wrapped her arms around Lin Yi’s neck and kissed him on the corner of his mouth.
"Be careful, stay safe."
"Got it."
After packing their things, the two parted ways.
Watching Ning Che’s back, Lin Yi moved towards Team Three’s base.
Upon arrival, he found dozens of corpses in bloody pools.
Most were GP4 mbers, with so wearing Arctic Fox uniforms, their death horrific, with insects already crawling over them.
Lin Yi’s expression was calm, with no waves on his face.
This scene was much as he had expected.
Even though Arctic Fox was strong, they fell short before Mammon.
Now, everything was clear.
All that’s left is the bayonet fight.
If the man in black ca, things would beco even more complicated.
Thinking this, Lin Yi quickened his retreat, promptly returning near the Al Suq River, regrouping with Team One.
"How’s the situation on your end?"
"Everything’s normal, no sign of Mammon reinforcents," Xiao Bing stated:
"With Team Two and Team Four’s strength, dealing with Mammon is still difficult, but with Team Three’s addition, the tide turned, many of Mammon’s n died, and the rest chose a temporary withdrawal."
"And our side?"
"Lost three."
"Prepare for combat," Lin Yi said calmly and deeply:
"Mammon’s reinforcents will arrive soon, when they launch a second assault, we strike."
"Understood."
Buzz-buzz-buzz—
Their earpieces crackled with static, followed by Ning Che’s voice.
"Mammon’s movents seem off, get ready, might launch a second attack."
Ning Che was talking to Lin Yi.
Mammon held the advantage, the initiative was in their hands.
Every move could result in unexpected outcos and casualties.
After receiving Ning Che’s news, Team One prepared to take action, getting back into their vehicles.
Soon, Lin Yi heard engine sounds in the distance.
"Take action."
Vroom-vroom-vroom—
Engines roared to life.
Two vehicles from Team One drove towards the sound source.
anwhile, Mammon’s n also drove towards the conflict area.
"Deacon, should we kill Central Guards Brigade too?"
The question ca from the front passenger, also dressed in black, wearing a clown mask.
The driver was similarly attired, but differed in build.
"Kill them if they don’t comply."
The speaker sat in the back, his face covered in beard.
Only the eyes, nose, and mouth were clean, making it hard to discern his true appearance.
His na was Faraji, the Deacon of Mammon.
The two people in the front were mbers of Mammon’s Demon Plan, Number 3 and Number 8.
In the trailing vehicle were five individuals, Numbers 9, 16, 41, 65, and 71.
Zero, the man in black, wasn’t here.
"Why not kill them all?" 3 said flatly, "I’ve always disliked the Central Guards Brigade."
"Central Guards Brigade is their trump card. If you anger Yan Country, they might bomb your tent with missiles," Faraji replied indifferently:
"Kill a few, let them learn a lesson."
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