Seven camouflaged figures walked through the dense forest. They were fighting for the heavy responsibility on their shoulders.
At this mont, it was the New Year's celebrations in China. The special forces soldiers from the Xueyu unit followed their leader closely. They carried their guns, putting their lives at risk. Thousands of lights were behind them, and they existed for the people behind those thousands of lights.
Xia Jinyuan, who was advancing, knew that his comrades would definitely be following closely behind him. Hence, every ti Luke wanted to stop and rest before leaving, he would urge him. Luke thought that the Chinese ard police were still chasing after them.
When they ca out of the dense forest, they finally got a signal on their cell phones. Luke didn't see any Chinese ard police officers either.
Xia Jinyuan didn't give him any ti to catch his breath. He asked him to hurry up and contact Cobra.
"I really admire you, Xia. We started running yesterday afternoon. Now…" Luke looked at the ti on his cell phone. It was noon the next day. "It's already noon. We've been running for a long ti.
Xia, listen to . We really need to rest for a while."
If they rested, they would be wasting the ti of Xia Jinyuan's comrades who were behind. Xia Jinyuan looked coldly at Luke, who had lowered his guard after entering Myanmar. He said calmly without any room for discussion, "Aren't you worried that Qin Maosheng is scheming against Mr. Cobra?"
That sentence reminded Luke. His gaze turned dark. He lowered his eyes and shrugged helplessly. "Okay, thanks for the reminder. We need to return to Mr. Cobra's side as soon as possible.
If sothing happens to Mr. Cobra, I don't think any of us can leave Myanmar."
Luke, who had walked out of the forest, called Cobra. When he was talking to Cobra, Xia Jinyuan made a mark in a hidden place. The mark was a little complicated. Other than the comrades from the Xueyu unit, no one would be able to guess what it ant.
This was to tell his comrades that they would be leaving by ans of transportation. Their destination would remain the sa.
A few hours ago, Cobra returned to the neighboring village from the Myanmar military unit. When he ca back, the sky had just turned bright. Knowing that he was being sched against by Qin Maosheng, Cobra didn't rest. Instead, he carried the drawing board and placed it in front of the village. He started painting.
Cobra was good at painting. Every painting was beautiful, but those who were familiar with him knew that he would only paint when he was in a bad mood.
The bodyguard beside him knew that his boss was in a bad mood. It was best not to go over and provoke him. Even Cobra's personal bodyguard, whom he trusted very much, didn't dare to disturb him.
Luke's call made the bodyguard, who was usually in charge of answering Cobra's calls, relax. Luke and Xia had already escaped from China and were now safely in Myanmar. There were no ard police following them.
Cobra, who was engrossed in painting, heard the bodyguard's low voice and knew that his two capable subordinates had exhausted all their strength to escape from China. His facial expression was a little gloomy as he gestured for the bodyguard who was talking to Luke to pass the phone to him.
When Luke heard Cobra's voice, he first greeted him before asking if Cobra had the ti to listen to what he needed to say next.
Holding a paintbrush in one hand, Cobra used watercolors to paint the colors of the landscape. He shrugged and smiled. "Of course, I have ti. What do you want to tell ?"
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