Chapter 2321
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After interrogating them with guns, they found out that the two men had gone to the river a few hours ago to collect the net. They found that the net was entangled by something heavy and could not be pulled up no matter how hard they tried. The other man saw that the sky was getting darker and darker, so he jumped into the river to see what was going on. When he touched the water, he was so happy that he immediately swam ashore.
In the neighboring country, not everyone could own a motorcycle. At the very least, one needed to have a certain amount of money to own a motorcycle. However, there were actually two motorcycles in their fishing net!
They salvaged one and were about to salvage the second one … when they were surrounded by armed soldiers.
They did not even need to be tortured. They just needed to be asked and they confessed honestly.
There were not only two motorcycles, but three in total.
"Three motorcycles. It's very likely that they were left behind by the Chinese ambassador's people. The Chinese side sent five staff members to accompany the ambassador. Including the Chinese ambassador, there are six people in total. Three motorcycles are just right."
General Wu Weinu, the highest authority of the neighboring country's military group, held a large cigar in his hand. His voice was cold and fierce as he slowly passed down the order. "Surround the area. Don't alarm them. Search slowly. We will find them tonight."
General Wu Weinu was addicted to smoking. He smoked four or five cigars a day. His stubby fingers and middle fingers were smoky yellow from the smoke. Even his fingernails were smoky yellow.
He was not tall and had a typical short stature. However, he had the ruthlessness of a soldier, which was intimidating.
With his orders, Klitschen, the leader of the new government, even sat more lazily. The string in his heart was loosened, and the heavy stone pressing down on him was gone. He naturally felt more relaxed.
The sky was very dark. It was so dark that it was as thick as ink. There was not even a single star in the sky. The city with the power cut was completely shrouded in darkness. Everywhere was dark. The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was difficult to breathe. There was a sense of despair everywhere.
A young son was afraid of the dark. He hid in the arms of an adult and cried. Tears still hung on his eyelashes as he fell asleep.
Children fell asleep without knowing anything, but adults did not dare. They kept their eyes wide open and guarded their homes, afraid that someone would come in with a gun and hurt their family.
After dinner, Ye Chien and the others were doing the final inspection of their equipment. Kun Dan stood on the second floor of the wooden house, his hawk-like eyes quietly watching the guests who were preparing to leave.
Those who could find him for firearms were people who knew his rules. Just like these few people from the Chinese side, he knew their identities the moment they walked into his repair shop.
The Chinese were here to get the firearms and needed to leave immediately. Other than one of them who had an elegant temperament, the rest of them walked in and exuded a fierce aura. He knew they were all soldiers.
Coupled with the news from the Old Regime, the New Regime, and the Allied Army, he did not need to think too much to know the identities of these people.
Now, they had to leave. The girl whose eyes were the most similar to her daughter also needed to leave …
Kundan's purplish lips were pressed tightly together. Leaning on his walking stick, he slowly turned around and left.
War made people despair and turned them into abominable demons.
V8 pulled open the seat cushion and was about to insert the bullet when two submachine guns came into view in the dim flashlight. V8 raised his head and looked in the direction of the second floor in surprise.
What he saw was Kundan's back as he left.
"Brother, look under the cushion." He whispered to J5 and Xue Ying who were inspecting their equipment. "I have two more submachine guns under this car."
Ye Chien was sorting the magazines one by one. When he heard this, he stood up with two magazines in his hands. He heard Xue Ying whisper, "I have some here too. There are also two pistols under the fuel tank."
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