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Chapter 5221

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It had to be said that Major David was very familiar with the layout of the night market. It could be seen that he usually went there … often. Only those who frequented the night market would know so much about it.

For those who did not go, such as Xia Jinyuan and the other Chinese soldiers, this was the first time they had heard of the night market.

The T6 combatant leaned over to V8 and whispered, "A few days ago, I even heard that a certain country's peacekeeping captain brought his soldiers out to have some fun. Damn, I thought some country was deliberately trying to smear our country's reputation."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Looks like I was too naive. So it really does exist."

It was not only the British soldiers who went out to have fun and satisfy their personal needs. There had been international reports of soldiers from some countries going out to have fun. As long as it was a consensual transaction, there would be no coercion. The higher-ups would turn a blind eye to it.

When the peacekeepers in the war zone faced the bloodiest scenes, their mental state would be at its peak. They did need to relax occasionally, but out of humanity, they would not pursue the matter.

Unless something happened, such as a forced transaction, then the seriousness of the problem would be huge. They would be condemned internationally, and depending on the severity of the situation, they would be directly sent to military court.

The Chinese soldiers who always remembered the "Three Main Rules of Discipline and the Eight Points of Caution" would always be strict with themselves, regardless of whether they were at home or abroad. They would never smear their country's reputation. Discipline was the most basic professional quality of a soldier.

V8, who was in charge of guarding the perimeter, said calmly, "You've been listening to too much gossip recently. Be careful that you don't become the gossip of others one day."

He vaguely reminded the T6 combatant to keep his mouth shut, talk less, and listen more.

"I've always been the one asking about other people's matters. Do you think it's possible for others to ask about me?" The T6 combatant raised his chin and was very confident in himself.

He cherished his military uniform very much and would not allow himself to make any mistakes, let alone smear his country's reputation. As for gossip, he knew the rules of confidentiality by heart. He would not leak a word of it even if he was beaten to death.

When Z7, who was in charge of large-scale security, heard that, he said with a half-smile, "When we enter the night market later, don't be seduced by the girls there."

"Bullshit! I have a wife! I'm very loyal! "The T6 combatant retorted. He firmly believed that he would not make a mistake of principle.

If he could not even handle such a small matter, could he still be considered a man?

Z7 laughed mischievously. "Girls like you. The more you refuse, the more interested they are. The more they want to challenge and conquer you. As for you, if you obey them a little, they probably won't be interested in you. "

"You want to seduce me into making a mistake? You're so evil! "T6 saw through Z7's evil intentions at a glance. He was full of evil thoughts and was really not a" good person ".

He rolled his eyes at Z7 in disdain. "A playboy like you would only have a problem if you had 17 or 18 girlfriends."

"That's where you're wrong. I've been through a lot now. I've already seen the true nature of the world. I no longer have any desires. No matter how passionate a girl is in front of me, I'll only treat her as a block of wood." Z7 smiled, indicating that he could withstand the test.

The T6 combatant wanted to retort, but the White Crane said calmly, "It's time to get down to business."

They stopped relaxing before a fierce battle. Everyone became solemn. Their auras changed in the blink of an eye, becoming suffused with a cold chill.

Major David drew the last few strokes on the paper. "I suspect that this is a control room. For example, the power supply and the engine room are all here. I think we can now discuss how to sneak into the innermost part of the nightclub to find the reporters."

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