Reborn At Weight Camp: General Don't Mess Around
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Showing the situation inside the room before Xia Jinyuan's indifferent order to retreat was a good move. The Vietnamese were the first to panic.

"Wait, please wait." Fearing the retreat of the soldiers in a confrontation with the Red Scorpions, a Vietnamese soldier quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for our carelessness."

Soon, the International Police also apologized and requested continued support from Xia Jinyuan. Ye Jian sighed and smiled.

He said he would make those who looked down on China plead for help to the Chinese army. Tonight, he did.

His words were not only worth more than gold, but were also true and promising!

A great country will not be looked down upon. The dignity of the state and the people should not be tainted by others!

Putting aside his smile, Ye Jian stuck out a cold black gun through the thin gap of the ventilation cover and aimed directly at the back of the Red Scorpion. Under normal temperatures, it is not windy and very visible.In such close proximity, one shot can be fired at the heart, followed by another shot at the back of the neck.

This is the moment!

Close shots do not require observation of the lens of the eye, it depends on the purpose, force, and strength.

Ye Jian fired the first bullet. He calmly waited and fired a second shot after 30 seconds. The red scorpion snapped when a bullet hit the back of his neck.

The blood exploded at once like a foggy bomb. Even though he was quite far away from the target, Ye Jian still felt like blood was splashing into his eyes and dyed the entire world red.

He was lost at that moment and could not see anything.

Except for patches of blood and an exploding neck that constantly flashed before his eyes.

A close-range shot with two consecutive shots. His target would be dead even if he had a body made of steel.

The International Police and Vietnamese soldiers stared at the monitor and subconsciously looked at the ventilation. Judging from the location of the Red Scorpion wound, could there be another Chinese soldier hiding in the central AC ventilation system?

How could that soldier crawl into such a narrow place?

In contrast to the sirens roaring outside, the inside looked extremely silent. Ye Jian blinked his eyes as he saw a handsome face appear out of nowhere. He blinked again and smiled gently.

Sweat ran through his eyes, but it was hard to wipe him with a mask. He looked at her and took a heavy breath as if he was out of breath.

The shadow of the death of the Red Scorpion still haunted his mind like a branded mark.

He knew that his actions, including the murder of two previous guards, were justified. However, when he saw the large, bloody wound on the neck of the Red Scorpion, he still felt like he had gotten a punch in the heart, making it difficult to breathe.

This brave little girl is scared.

“Do not see, Nak.” Standing on the table, Xia Jinyuan violently opened the ventilation cover, only to see her little face looking so pale and lifeless. He stretched out his slender hand and spoke to her in a voice as calm as the morning bell. “Save your hand, I'll help you get off. Don't look, close your eyes.”

This kid was terrified after firing two shots in a row. The last shot in the neck .. was terrible and bloody.

Suppressing her heartache, Xia Jinyuan grabbed onto Ye Jian's outstretched hand and softly coaxed. “Come a little closer, I'll hug you. Good girl, just a little further.”

Xia Jinyuan's voice had the power to pierce through the darkness and calm one's heart.

Ye Jian thought to himself as he lightly blinked his eyes. He looked at the worried expression on his handsome face and sighed that seemed to be covered in blood. "I'm doing fine. It was my first time, I was still trying to recover from it. ”

When he killed two guards for the first time, he was forced to ignore his fears and finish off the enemy for the safety of Gao Yiyang and himself.

Even though he was fully prepared this time with the Red Scorpion, he still overestimated himself.

Ye Jian stretched out his hand, tightly grabbed his hand and smiled wryly. “Captain Xia, I want to take off the mask and catch my breath. Uncomfortable with the sweat in my eyes. ” During his usual practice, he could tolerate the sweat in his eyes, but now, everything seemed unbearable.

Since there was no smoke in the room, it was safe for him to get some fresh air.

His light voice deeply touched Xia Jinyuan. This girl was so tough that it was heartbreaking to see.

"OK, let go and breathe fresh air," he said gently as he gestured to his colleagues to open the window and let fresh air flow in.

Xu Yu and the others heard his words, as well as trembling under his calm.

A fourteen-year-old girl should wear a beautiful flower dress with her hair tied high and cherished by her parents like precious pearls.

But instead, this little girl comforted the men first, even though she herself was clearly terrified.

K7 turned around and opened the tightly shut window. The night wind flew in and blew the bloodied air away.

Perhaps only fresh air could comfort this fourteen-year-old warrior.

As soon as she took off her mask, Xia Jinyuan's heart felt needle-pierced as she looked at her pale face and lifeless lips. “Come, we go down and sit here for a breath of fresh air. It was too small in the vent and uncomfortable to lie on his stomach.”

He was sad to see a girl like her grow up to be so tough and strong without the affection and protection of her parents.

Gently rubbing her eyes and breathing in fresh air, she began to recover and started moving out.

As soon as he let out his head, he sensed that he was being watched intensely by some people.

Looking down, he saw many soldiers of the same height and three young soldiers in Special Operations Forces uniform. They all looked at him.

As they looked, the tightly shut door suddenly opened. Two Vietnamese soldiers came in and brought smoke and tear gas into the room.

Without his mask, Ye Jian felt a piercing pain in his eyes and tears began to fall like a torrential rain in a few seconds.

Xia Jinyuan's eyes sharpened and shouted coldly, "Retreat!"

His voice contained an irresistible military force and deterrent, making the Vietnamese soldiers involuntarily retreat into the engine room behind the closet.

K7 walked over, pressed a button somewhere and closed the closet. Then he said, "Help him down first and take him to the hospital for a full checkup."