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Chapter 931

Words:966Update:22/06/17 23:35:23

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The Chinese soldiers are weak? The Chinese soldiers are weak?

How dare a mercenary say that the Chinese soldiers are weak!

Ye Chien was instantly filled with anger.

G3 knocked on the fire door. Three quick, three light, two quick, two quick, two light, using rhythm to scout the way.

Ye Chien had been standing at the fire door the whole time. When he heard the knock, he quickly tapped the door with the tip of his foot and replied, "I'm fine here. I don't need backup."

This was the first time that Ye Chien was going up against a real mercenary. Instead of being afraid, she was excited. She wanted to fight a real mercenary who didn't care about their lives and only cared about money. She wanted to step on the edge of death and fight for her country.

After G3 heard the response, he said to Xia Jinyuan, who had been on the phone the whole time, "First floor of the inpatient department, west corridor, one on one."

"There's nothing going on here. It seems like they only sent one person to guard the door. They're just waiting for Ye Chien to come over." Xia Jinyuan, who was standing at the back door of the inpatient department, had a cold expression on his face. He said in a deep voice, "Take care of them. The real mercenaries are at least five times more aggressive than the mercenaries we faced in the no man's land."

Afraid that Ye Chien would be at a disadvantage, Xia Jinyuan didn't want G3 to help her too early. He chose the safe and stable way to deal with it. He asked G3 to guard the door first, just in case.

The voices inside stopped for a moment. Then, a man shouted fiercely. He was probably going to attack Ye Chien again.

"There's a problem with the door here. Wait for the maintenance staff to come over. Take the elevator." Someone wanted to go up the stairs, but G3 stopped him and politely asked him to leave. He also guarded the entrance to prevent anyone from entering recklessly and getting into trouble.

The South Asian man's expression changed drastically after being attacked by Ye Chien. The pain from his wrist didn't make him let go of the gun in his hand. Instead, he used his right leg to attack fiercely.

His desperate close-range attacks made Ye Jian's eyes freeze slightly. She quickly leaned her body outward and bent a little. A gust of wind like a razor blade brushed past her ear, and then she kicked the fire door with a bang.

This time, the close combat was much more dangerous than before. The fire door was kicked up by him. Ye Jian's eyes darkened even more when he kicked it.

Ye Jian, who had dodged twice in a row, clasped the opponent's ankle with both hands and twisted it fiercely as if she was twisting a fried dough twist.

The South Asian man groaned in pain in the dark. A strong gust of wind came from the darkness. The South Asian man endured the immense pain and lifted his left leg to kick Ye Jian in the chest. He seemed to have pressed one hand against the wall.

The mercenaries sent from overseas to infiltrate the Chinese side were all quite skilled. They had rich combat experience and were very capable. They were also paid to do things, so they fought with a "fight or die" mentality. The South Asian man's right leg was twisted so hard by Ye Chien that it felt like it was going to break. He quickly made a move to win. Ye Chien sensed that he was going to kick him with his left leg, so he quickly let go of his opponent's right leg and dodged to the side to avoid the attack that was aimed at his chest.

Even though Ye Chien's reaction was fast, the South Asian man's left leg missed his chest, but it still kicked his shoulder.

His entire right shoulder was kicked to the side. Ye Chien, who felt a sharp pain in his bones, clenched his teeth and didn't let himself make a sound of pain.

This was the first strong opponent that Ye Chien had encountered. The immense pain in his shoulder constantly reminded him that his opponent was a mercenary whose hands were stained with the blood of countless people. They only did things for "money". It didn't matter if the people who died in their hands were civilians. As long as they were a target, as long as they thought they were disadvantageous to them, even if they were civilians, they would still kill them.

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