Reborn At Weight Camp: General Don't Mess Around
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"Red Scorpions, where are you trying to hide?" After all the targets were cleared, someone suddenly appeared with a gun pointed at the cabinet. A cold voice as calm as a puddle of stagnant water spoke. "Get out, Red Scorpion!"

Behind the closet, the Red Scorpion hides silently with his hands tightly shut his student's mouth.

He stood still as if there was no one hiding behind.

The one who spoke had an unshakable cold look in his eyes. Two shots were fired at the cabinet without giving the Red Scorpion a chance to think. “My patience is limited, Red Scorpion. Don't challenge it.”

That's the K7 sound. His face was thin and his skin looked pathologically pale as if it had never been exposed to the sun. He stared at the vault with his black, bright and sharp eyes that contained an indifferent yet murderous look.

Some sounds of movement came from behind the cabinet as the Red Scorpion stepped out with his disciple. When he clearly saw the person standing in front of him, his eyes narrowed. "That's you!"

K7 is Nick's weapons expert!

After recognizing who he was, the Red Scorpion pushed his weapon harder into his student's head. He looked at K7 coldly and asked, "Who are you?"

"No matter how many hostages you hold, you won't get out of here alive." K7 ignored his question, lightly loading the trigger. As for K7, the Red Scorpion is just a corpse. "Don't involve anyone else before you die."

Surprisingly, the standard American English K7 is pronounced much more elegantly than the Chinese language. "Let go of that student, the rest is up to you."

The Red Scorpion laughed mockingly in return and pushed the gun to the student's head even harder so that the gun hole left a blue crescent-half mark under the child's temple. “Do you know who he is? He is the son of an important figure. Ha ha ha ha's. Contact him now and see if he wants his son back alive or dead.”

K7 frowned slightly when he heard the words Red Scorpion, making his thin and soft face look even colder. “Sandera is the son of an important figure. They have hidden the identity of Vietnamese students.”

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"Damn it, I know we can't count on that son of a bitch." G3 sneered, and said to K7, “he has a hostage, keep calm for now. Wait for us to come.”

K7 stared at the Red Scorpion without blinking and aimed at the middle of the Red Scorpion's forehead. “No, clear weapons outside. Leave this to me, I'll take care of it.”

Inside the room where Nick first negotiated with the Red Scorpion, the confrontation became increasingly tense from the boy's frightened eyes. Time passed; about five minutes later, K7 confirmed the identity of the hostages.

His brows furrowed to make him seem like a difficult situation when in fact, behind his tense appearance, he was rather relaxed.

As the vents in each room were connected, Ye Jian remained at the vents and under Xia Jinyuan's instructions, he gently moved his body and entered the AC vents so narrow that only his small body could pass through them.

“Continue forward, Ye Jian. Don't turn around, I'll wait for you in front.” Ye Jian listened to Xia Jinyuan's heavy voice with a cold and persistent gaze as he slowly and steadily uttered each word.

His voice was like a light that could pierce through darkness and pierce through shadows. It gave her the warmth, strength, and encouragement she always had.

Now, he only needed to pass through the sloping ventilation hole in front to enter the room where the Red Scorpion was holding hostage. Ye Jian gently tapped on the microphone to tell the others not to worry about him.

Feeling the tension, stimulation, and excitement all at once, Ye Jian pursed his lips and gently inhaled a turbid air. He was already sweating from his forehead and temples, yet he continued.

"He's fine. K7, keep an eye on him!” Xia Jinyuan said to everyone, including K7, who was deadlocked with the Red Scorpion. "I'll put it in your hand as soon as he gets in there!"

K7 lightly blinked his eyes as if he had promised him.

Feeling uncomfortable, the Red Scorpion choked the Vietnamese sorority's neck tightly, making it hard to breathe. The student's face immediately swelled and flushed due to the lack of oxygen. Like a stranded fish, he had no chance to fight.

“In two minutes, your hostage will die from lack of oxygen. As for you, Red Scorpion, you will still not be able to escape. ” K7 apathy towards the life of the hostage as if he was just a puppet.

Inside the narrow hole, Ye Jian was already drenched, but that did not stop him from advancing. With a gas mask, he crawled through the right angle with his extremely flexible body and paused for a bit to regulate his breathing before arriving at the vent where he could clearly see the back of the Red Scorpion.

Outside the building, everyone remained in a standby position. The representatives of the Vietnamese military sweat and pray incessantly.

Upon entering the building, the Vietnamese Special Forces rush to the front of the International Police and use their bodies to block and prevent them from killing drug trafficking leaders regardless of the safety of their only Military Chief's son.

It is an intellectual struggle against the enemy. For a fully prepared Chinese army, capturing them with a red hand is a sure thing.

Outside the engine room, the International Police and the Vietnamese military held their fire and stared up close into the smoky room. Before entering the room with the hidden closet, one policeman stood out. “There is only one target left.” Feeling a bit embarrassed, he said to the Chinese army, “We don't want to be praised for your work, but we want to finish it perfectly.”

“Chinese soldiers, our Chief's only son is held hostage inside. Can you take responsibility if something happens to her?” The Vietnamese soldiers were very nervous, they had to be careful.

Xia Jinyuan and her comrades looked increasingly cold and detached after this conversation.

J5 sneering. “What credit? I'm sorry, I don't really understand. If you want to hurry, you can. Please, let me show you what's going on inside first. ”

Walking to the only intact monitor, the J5 tapped on the keyboard, troubled the monitor and switched to the surveillance display next door.

"Anxious friends, we won't stop you if you really want to get in. It's up to you, of course." J5 smiled like the spring breeze, but spoke like ice, piercing with a stifling coldness.

Xia Jinyuan put down her weapon and lightly said, "I guess, with the combined force and the International Police army and the Vietnamese military, they should be able to save one hostage by storming in together."

“G3, let our people know. Let's retreat.”