The foreign man was caught off guard when he drove away. With half of his weight leaning on the car door, he staggered a few tis due to the huge inertia and finally fell to the ground.
He choked on the exhaust from his fall, got up, and roared at the departing car. “F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*cking Chinese! Go back to your country!
“Don’t let see you again, or I’ll definitely blow your head off and make you pay! F*ck you!”
Xia Jinyuan couldn’t hear him cursing loudly. Of course, if he could hear him, he wouldn’t mind giving the other party a good beating. After all, he didn’t co here with just his fists. He didn’t mind taking out the pistol from his pocket and stuffing the muzzle into the other party’s mouth to shut him up.
This was a country where private guns were legal. So won would put a gun in their car to prevent being robbed.
Weapons and drugs were rampant here, while security asures were poor… It was the sa as in the slums.
Most criminals hid in these places and lived a more carefree life than if they were to go to wealthy districts. So of the mafias in China used this place to illegally hide guns.
Xia Jinyuan whistled and drove the car to the street. When he passed by a convenience store, he turned off the engine and went in to buy a pack of cigarettes.
When he ca out, he was seen throwing the packaging and receipt into the rubbish bin. Then, he drove away in the jeep that had not been washed for a long ti.
“K7, prepare your weapons. The comrades will be here soon.”
K7, who picked up the note, took a look at it and burned it with a lighter. Next, it was up to them to carry out their tasks—rob a batch of smuggled firearms and bring them to the country for the comrades who had to execute their missions.
Comrades were comrades. They were really fated, considering how they were in the sa country even though they were on different missions.
Xia Jinyuan and the rest knew that Ye Jian would co over, but they didn’t know that their other comrades would be here too.
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