Chapter 2335
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The path to riches could only be guarded and not destroyed by heavy weapons.
Even Ruilila had to abide by the rules. Otherwise, his road to "wealth" would be cut off.
This was the rule of the drug and arms trade. You could not destroy someone's path to riches, or you would be asking for death.
This was also why he could ride a motorcycle up the mountain without worrying about being shot by heavy weapons.
K7 was silent for a few seconds and said, "I don't trust Kun Dan, but I trust you and J5."
On the battlefield, only the comrades who fought side by side with you could be trusted!
Ye Chien smiled at him. She trusted Kun Dan, but she was not willing to risk the lives of her comrades. She trusted Kun Dan more than she trusted herself.
The wind was getting stronger. Ye Chien looked up at the sky that was as dark as ink. There was not even a single star in the sky. It was so dark that it felt like the sky was about to collapse. There was a sense of suffocation.
The rain was coming. They had to break out of the encirclement as soon as possible.
Ye Chien smiled softly. "After we pass the city's outpost, we will be in the country at this time tomorrow night. I will go over first. I will take care of the second outpost in fifteen minutes. "
"Be careful." K7 nodded and watched Ye Chien's figure disappear into the forest.
The gunshots outside the mountain were so loud that not even the insects in the mountain were chirping. Ye Chien walked through the forest quietly. Without the help of night vision goggles, she used the light from the cannons to reach the second outpost.
Assassinations were the only way to clear the outpost. Ye Chien's method of assassination was the same as the Snowfield Brigade's method of assassination. Both methods involved covering the mouth and slitting the throat. Even if two outposts could see each other when they turned around, the Snowfield Brigade's special forces could take care of them silently.
The wind blew through the leaves, and the rustling sound was heard. Ye Chien lightly pressed down on a few leaves. She was like a leopard hiding in the dark. Her dark eyes emitted a cold light as she looked around quietly.
There were four outposts on her side. One of them was further away from the other three. It was a distant outpost.
She cleared them one by one.
The few leaves that were pressed down gently swayed a few times, and the person hiding behind the leaves had already disappeared without a trace.
In the wind, a faint smell of blood drifted over. The three sentries at the front felt that there was something wrong with the outpost. The three of them made a hand signal. One of them held a gun and walked forward slowly, while the other two followed from the left and right.
Ye Chien could not understand the language of the neighboring countries. They questioned the outpost, who had his whole body pressed against the tree, about what he was doing.
The sentry's posture was very strange. He stood straight, but his body was pressed against the tree, as if he had dozed off after sentry duty.
Without night vision equipment, they could only vaguely see that the three people in front of them did not dare to continue forward. Instead, they shouted in a low voice.
Since they did not receive any response from the outpost, the three of them became vigilant and quickly scanned their surroundings with their guns.
The sentinel walking in front slowly approached. The two sentinels behind him had their backs against each other, their guns aimed outside as they slowly moved forward.
Behind the dense foliage, a black shadow flitted past. At the same time, a silver light flashed past in the dark night. It was cold, clear, and disappeared in an instant.
"Ugh …"
Then, the sentinel on the left, who was following closely behind, suddenly clutched his neck tightly. He only had time to make a low, monotonous "ugh" sound before his whole body fell to the ground.
The sentinel who was back to back with him turned his head in shock. Suddenly, he felt as if something had fallen from the top of his head. Before he could turn his head to look up, he felt a cold and sharp pain on his neck …
The sentinel opened his mouth weakly. He wanted to raise his hand to touch his neck, but the gun in his other hand fell with a "bang." He fell to the ground with his hand half-raised.
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