Chapter 15
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The flowers on the mountain were in full bloom. As they walked along the mountain path, the white birch trees blocked out the spring sun.
Deeper into the mountain, Ye Chien could see an iron fence that stretched along with the mountain.
This was a fence set up by the troops stationed deep in the mountains to prevent civilians from trespassing into the restricted area, for fear of accidentally injuring the children in the mountains.
Halfway up the mountain, Ye Chien heard the rustling of leaves. Someone was walking in the mountains.
It was normal for villagers to walk in the mountains, but Ye Chien felt unreasonably nervous. He instinctively hid under a tree and covered himself completely.
Gently brushing aside the bushes, Ye Chien saw three unfamiliar men carrying something on their shoulders. They seemed to be searching for something.
"F * ck, that kid took the money and didn't do anything! What can we get from this place? " The man who spoke was only in his mid-twenties, but he was the shortest of the three. He carefully placed the thing on his shoulder against the tree. "We have to climb up."
The tallest man was probably tired from walking and leaned against a white birch tree to rest. "Let's take a break. F * ck, we've been walking in this deep forest for days. If we can't do it, we can go down the mountain and find a farmer to get some food. "
"Hmph, if you're not afraid of death, then go down the mountain and get some food." The man with a pair of gloomy eyes, who was of average height and also the strongest, snorted coldly. He reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette. He sniffed it and put it back into the cap. "Let's go. Let's go up."
"If we can't complete the task, we'll be starving for the rest of the month."
The other two men obviously only listened to him. When he said to go, they immediately packed up and left.
The shorter man was struggling to carry the thing, so he said to the taller man, "Give me a cannon barrel. My shoulders are peeling."
Cannon barrel? Camera lens?
When the shorter man took out the thing from the waterproof canvas bag, Ye Chien's pupils constricted. It really was a camera lens.
And it was not an ordinary lens. It was an imported lens that cost at least tens of thousands!
In a split second, Ye Jian guessed what they had said before and instantly understood what these people wanted to do by carrying expensive lenses in the mountains for a few days.
They were here for the troops deep in the mountains. They wanted to steal the military's secrets!
Ye Chien, who was supposed to go to the neighboring village, was stunned. If they really wanted to film the troops, they had to go to Eagle Beak Cliff, which would take at most an hour from here.
If she went down the mountain to find Grandpa Gen, he would definitely have a way of contacting the troops.
The tall man put one of the heaviest lenses into his bag and said sarcastically, "Don't plant seeds on women. If you have time, learn from Brother Lu. Go to the gym and walk around."
The tall man put it aside and reached for his belt. As he unbuckled his belt, he said, "I'm going to pee. You can put it in yourself."
Ye Chien, who had been holding on to the tree branch, clenched her fists. The man was coming in her direction!
Ye Chien looked around quickly. She was no longer squatting. She slowly walked around the tree until she reached the back. She shrunk her shoulders and tried to use the tree trunk to block her.
Ye Chien held her breath. She was so sensitive to smells that after a few days, she could smell even the slightest bit of residual scent.
A jet-black snake slithered down from the tree branch, then slowly slithered towards the feet of the man who was dealing with an urgent matter in his life.
The man, who was shivering comfortably, lowered his head and looked at the snake. He was so frightened that he screamed and stepped back.
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