If it hadn't been for his superb marksmanship, they would have suspected that he was a fake boss.
The little kids stood at the side, their eyes wide as they watched the scene.
His parents wiped their tears. "Hurry, thank the two uncles from the People's Liberation Army."
The little kids remained silent. One of them tugged his mother's sleeves, leaning towards her ear. "One of them is an elder sister."
"You can't differentiate between genders, don't call anyone good looking your elder sister."
With a smile, he ended the topic.
But the unforgettable topic was the hug in front of them.
Of course, that was an internal matter of the operation team.
The person-in-charge walked over, getting his men to detain the tattooed man.
He couldn't walk anymore, but he was still breathing.
This proved that the mission had been a success, they had captured him alive.
The tattooed man was carried down. When he saw the people wearing black scarves, his first reaction was that they weren't ordinary policemen, they were definitely from the military.
But he couldn't tell which military unit they were from since they were all wearing black scarves.
Among the onlookers, there was a journalist who wanted to record this scene.
But Qin Mo was the first to notice. He glanced at Magician on the left.
Magician took a step forward, blocking the camera. "I'm sorry, I can't take photos, please hand over the film."
"Why? Mister, your heroic deeds should be reported and let everyone know. This is such a great contribution. Without you, these children would not have been saved. " The reporter adjusted the angle, trying to capture the image of Qin Mo and Bo Jiu. "Was that the disguised doctor who entered the school bus?"
Magician frowned. This time, he didn't hesitate, reaching for the camera. He opened it swiftly and took out the memory card, breaking it into two.
"Hey! What's wrong with you?! Don't think you're so great just because you're an armed policeman, why did you touch my camera?! "
Magician ignored him, returning to Qin Mo's side. "Boss, it's settled."
"Retreat," Qin Mo said.
The person in charge basically understood the situation. The worker was still shouting, "Unreasonable. I want more people to know how heroic they are. I admire them. Why are these people so arrogant? It's fine if they don't understand, but they even broke my things."
In fact, as long as the worker wasn't so selfish, he should understand that not allowing him to film was good for himself.
They forced their admiration onto others, but they didn't know that their own actions could very well expose such a mysterious operation team, which would be even more dangerous.
A world-class mercenary organization was not weak.
Not only would they be able to obtain information from your appearance, but they would also be able to target you based on your clothing, body shape, and combat habits.
The person in charge gestured to the guard. The meaning of the gesture was very simple. It was to take that person away. The more he explained, the more information he would reveal. He might as well not say anything.
Even he initially thought that the people sent to them this time were armed policemen.
But when the person in charge saw one of them pretending to be a doctor and his every move, as well as the two perfect sniping sounds just now that were impossible for an ordinary person to achieve, the person in charge was shocked.
He knew that they were not armed police.
Special forces appeared in his mind, but he wasn't sure which unit they were from or what their numbers were.
These people stood tall and silent. Even their guns were full of strength. When they were silent, one wouldn't even be able to sense their presence.
Such special forces … The person in charge's expression changed, but he didn't say anything.
The tattooed man wasn't willing to admit defeat. When his eyes swept past Qin Mo, it seemed as though they were filled with venom. "You are dead."
He spoke in Burmese, as though he was spitting venomous words.
Qin Mo didn't even look at him.
Blood trickled down the tattooed man's lips. His wrist hung limply, his gaze landing on Bo Jiu's face. "Especially you, Doctor."
At this moment, Qin Mo moved. He blocked the man, his thin lips moving slightly. "You won't have the chance because you will die in China's prison."
The tattooed man's eyes widened in disbelief when he heard that voice.
That voice … that voice!
That demonic presence.
The tattooed man would never forget the time when someone had sniped the ten of them like a ghost. Until the very end, they hadn't been able to locate him.
If it hadn't been for reinforcements, he would have lost his life.
The memory was too deep.
Hence, he couldn't forget that voice.
It was the person who had destroyed them when they were at their peak, when they had the most believers!
How was that possible? Hadn't he been hypnotized?
Why was he here?
The tattooed man's expression and expression changed. Even after he was sent into the police car, his heart still pounding.
It was a fear that was imprinted in the depths of his heart. With the closing of the police car door, everything stopped.
The little kids were still standing there, a little afraid but also a little eager to speak. "Mommy, Mommy."
"Mmh?"
"The older brother is holding onto the older sister as though she's a little kid."
"Those are the two older brothers, don't mistake them for someone else."
But indeed, they seemed to be holding onto a little kid. Perhaps it was because one of them was too tall and had a black mask over his face. The other was handsome but young.
Bo Jiu glanced down at her hand, the wound that the Almighty had treated.
Even though the wound wasn't important to her, the Almighty held onto her wrist.
But with the Almighty holding her wrist, she could always feel the warmth under the thin skin. It felt like jade.
It was obvious that he had other matters to attend to. It wasn't appropriate for him to hold onto her like that.
Hence, the people beside their boss watched as he took something out from his pocket and placed it in the youngster's hand. "Come over after you're done eating."
Bo Jiu glanced down at the thing in her palm, her lips lifting into a smile.
Magician, who was closest to them, had been walking normally when he bumped into a tree.
Hunter had fared better, at least he hadn't knocked into the tree.
But when they saw the scene, their reactions were the same, it was a little surreal.
Prince opened his mouth, wanting to say something. However, when he met the devil's gaze, he quickly looked up at the sky and whistled, acting as though he hadn't seen anything.
His heart was filled with gossip!
F * ck, what exactly was going on?!
Wolf remained silent … Silent …
But the little kids weren't silent, they turned and asked, "Mommy, did you bring sweets?"
"You're still thinking about sweets at a time like this?" The mother glanced at her son's bloodstained arm, hugging him.
The little kid pouted. "That big brother brought sweets for little brother. I saw it, it's orange flavored. It's good to have a big brother, Mommy, can you and Daddy give me another big brother? Bring me sweets when he grows up."
Hearing that, the mother was stunned. She looked behind her and saw the young man who had been pretending to be a doctor. He had a lollipop in his mouth and one hand was in his pocket. His expression was a little lazy, and the hem of his shirt was being pulled by another child.
"Big Sister, ah no, Mommy said you're Little Brother. Didn't you say you were going to give me sweets? Come with me. "
The youngster raised a finger, shaking it. "I can't give you this."
"Why?" The little kid was starting to get agitated.
The youngster wasn't moved. "My captain gave it to me, the meaning is different depending on the person who gave it to me, understand?"
The little kid obviously didn't understand. Wasn't it just a candy?
On the other hand, Prince was conflicted. So the devil's pocket was bulging because of the sweets?
The devil, sweets …
Who would link these two things together?
Moreover, the devil coaxed his soldiers by giving them sweets?
Wasn't that a little too feminine?
Prince imagined that if the devil gave him a piece of sweets … it would be scarier than the end of the world.
Prince shuddered and stretched out his hand to rub his arm.
The truth proved that Prince was thinking too much.
Magician and Hunter stood at the side, their thoughts turning 180 degrees.
"There's a problem."
"Of course."
Hugging was fine, but giving sweets?
When did their boss go down this path?
"Why do I feel like I'm being tortured?"
"What do you mean?"
"I've never felt as single as I do today …"
These words were said in a whisper.
That was because their boss had completed the final communication with the person in charge here.
It was simple, A-level confidentiality.
"Don't spread it, don't mention it, don't upload any images and don't do any case analysis for the time being."
Qin Mo's voice was light, and when it came through the black scarf, it carried a kind of nobility.
The person-in-charge wasn't muddle-headed, he understood. "This …" He paused before continuing, "Comrade, don't worry, we will take care of the aftermath."
Usually, when they couldn't control themselves and had to give a detailed explanation of the case, they would look for the local armed police and let them say that they were the ones who completed the mission.
In China, some people couldn't even leave their names behind after doing something.
That was because they had to deal with more ruthless terrorist organizations.
Magician and Hunter listened to their boss's communication, feeling that he had entered the wrong profession for such a strong aura.
Especially when their boss was wearing a black mask and his gaze swept over them, he seemed like the boss of Chinatown. His aura was like a mountain torrent.
Honestly, boss, you shouldn't have joined the army, you should have become a gangster …
The mission was over.
Their communication was completed.
Qin Mo reached out, switching his phone out of flight mode.
In an instant, he received a message.
"Boss, this is the information you asked us to intercept, it's regarding No. 10 …"
Every recruit would have their information intercepted. This was a form of defense for the special forces. Once you were here, you had to be completely transparent.
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