At first, the squadron leader had so scruples. He was afraid that these special forces soldiers didn't have any actual combat experience. When he knew that they were all special forces soldiers who fought on the frontlines and had blood on their hands, the squadron leader felt at ease.
It was good to have help, but they were afraid that the help they received would be inexperienced.
The two groups of soldiers moved towards the north. Ye Jian, Weaver, and White Crane continued moving forward. The scenery on both sides beca more and more desolate. In the end… they weren't even driving on a road anymore.
The car finally stopped. The taxi driver took out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at White Crane, who was sitting in the front passenger seat. He no longer hid his fierce and cold gaze. "Get out."
The stiff words were heard. White Crane stuck close to the car door. The tall man revealed a 'panic' that made Ye Jian try her best to hold back her laughter.
The Xueyu unit was a magical special forces unit. Not only could all the special forces soldiers carry guns to kill their enemies, but they could also act… All of them graduated from film school. They were professionals!
At this mont, White Crane… was acting very vividly. He was acting like an ordinary citizen who was shocked at the sight of a gun. From his gaze to the shocked expression on his face, he did not miss a beat. He stuck close to the car door like a frightened bird. At the sa ti, he started stuttering, "G-Gun… Gun… F*ck!"
Weaver, who was beside him, was also shocked and shouted, "F*ck, a gun!"
Then… he was so frightened that he didn't say anything else.
Facing two comrades who seed to have graduated from the film school, Ye Jian didn't know how to react.
Should she act like them?
She would be even more unnatural… She really didn't know how to act.
She was better at being expressionless!
In that case, she would be expressionless.
She hugged her head and asked Weaver shakily, "What's wrong… Where are we?"
She had been sleeping in the car. It was normal for her to ask where they were now.
Chaotic footsteps ca from outside the car. Right on the heels of that, soone opened the car door forcefully. It was very rough and aggressive.
"Get down, get down. All of you, get down!"
The car door was pulled open forcefully. A pair of hands grabbed Ye Jian's wrist forcefully and pulled her out of the car.
White Crane and Weaver were the sa. They were all pulled out of the car.
A group of n in gray robes and headscarves of the sa color surrounded three of them. Ye Jian glanced at them from the corner of her eye. There were seven of them. All of them were holding rifles.
They were all simple, cheap, and ordinary AK-47s. Ye Jian looked at them carefully and realized sothing. They weren't the original AK-47s. They were all imitations that could be bought for 100 USD.
Among the seven people, three of them were around 30 to 40 years old, two were around 20 years old, and two… were so young that their faces were immature and their eyes looked fierce. But they were not intimidating at all. They were only 16 or 17 years old.
It was uncertain what kind of 'path of no return' they had walked on. They held their AK-47s arrogantly. One of them pressed the muzzle of the gun against Weaver's head and deliberately made a 'bang' sound to scare him.
Weaver, who graduated from a film academy, was really 'frightened.' Ye Jian saw his knees give way ,and he fell onto the gravel road.
Weaver's reaction successfully amused the 16-year-old boy. In the empty mountain, the boy laughed arrogantly. No one knew where he was pointing his gun at. Weaver seed to be so frightened that his legs went weak, but he was actually a special forces soldier. He was a special forces soldier who had killed countless terrorists.
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