Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!

Ye Jian was tempted, but she didn't trust Quentin much. However, she didn't mind listening to his arrangements first.

She asked politely, "Can you tell me about your arrangements?" She would go back and discuss it with her comrades to see if the plan was feasible.

Quentin was experienced and naturally saw through Ye Jian's worries.

He didn't feel much. He only felt that the girl in front of him looked like his daughter begging him to take her out to play. Her watery eyes were like burning stars.

Just like the Chinese girl in front of him, his daughter was bright, sparkling, and exceptionally beautiful.

Quentin, who had a look of deep memories in his eyes, didn't argue with Ye Jian. He couldn't bear to argue with those vivid and beautiful eyes.

If his daughter was alive, she'd be almost 20.

"Map. Motorcycle… leave. Head this way. It'll be safe." He removed a waterproof map from a black plastic bag. It was marked with many route markings in red fountain pen. This was the map that Quentin always used. It was also the route that the firearms traveled on his side.

Ye Jian, who didn't know why Quentin was helping them, narrowed her eyes when she saw the map. Quentin… was an arms dealer. J5 only had a transactional relationship with him. Why was he risking his life to help them?

One had to know that he was from the neighboring country, and they were Chinese people that the new government wanted to eliminate!

Ye Jian felt a little uneasy accepting his help.

Quentin only looked into Ye Jian's eyes. As for what she was thinking, it was not within his consideration. He did not think about what he was doing now, which was equivalent to going against the new government.

Ye Jian didn't understand, but Quentin knew why he was helping this group of Chinese. He knew very well.

"There are four outposts in the city. From here…" His black oily finger pointed at the map. He immediately looked up at Ye Jian's eyes. "On the mountain, smuggling and drug dealing. It's much safer than anywhere else."

"You guys… ride your motorcycles and rush out." He pointed out a hidden path for Ye Jian. It was all hidden paths for drug and arms transactions. Finally, he told Ye Jian where she could enter China.

Ye Jian felt that the map in her hand was a little heavy. She pursed her lips and said softly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. My daughter… Look…" Quentin rummaged in his own pocket and pulled out a photograph. His hands were dirty, and there was grease between his fingers, but the photograph in his pocket was as clean as new.

Actually, it was a 10-year-old photograph. The date was clear in the bottom right-hand corner.

Ye Jian looked at the little girl in the photo. She looked to be about 11 or 12 years old and had a ponytail. She was holding a big cotton candy in her hand while smiling innocently and sweetly at the camera.

"Your eyes. They're very similar. My daughter. Very similar. When I saw your eyes, I finally remembered what my daughter's eyes looked like."

His Chinese was not fluent, and his tone was strange. However, Ye Jian could hear the sadness in his voice. An arms dealer's eyes were glistening with tears in front of her.

At this moment, Ye Jian finally understood why he kept looking into her eyes.

It was because he thought she had eyes like the little girl in the photo.

Although she didn't see how her eyes resembled his daughter's eyes, facing a father's longing for his deceased daughter, Ye Jian said gently, "Yes, our eyes do look alike."