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

After interrogating them with a gun, they realized that when the two men had come to the river to collect the net they put out. They realized that the net was entangled by something heavy and could not be dragged up. The other man saw that the sky was getting darker and decided to jump into the river to see what was going on. When he plunged into the water, he was so happy that he immediately swam ashore.

Not everyone could own a motorcycle in Lin Country. It required a certain amount of money to own a motorcycle, but they actually had two motorcycles in their fishing net!

After salvaging one and preparing to salvage the second, they were suddenly surrounded by armed soldiers.

There was no need to interrogate them harshly. They would just answer honestly.

Actually, there were not two motorcycles but a total of three.

"Three motorcycles. It's very likely that the people around the Chinese ambassador dumped them. The Chinese sent five people to accompany the ambassador. Including the Chinese ambassador, there are a total of six people. Three motorcycles are just right for them."

General Wu Weinu, the supreme leader of Lin Country's military group, held a large cigar in his hand. His voice was cold and fierce as he slowly ordered, "Surround the area. Don't alarm them. Search slowly. We'll find them tonight."

General Wu Weinu was addicted to smoking. He smoked four or five cigars a day. His stubby fingers and middle finger were smoky yellow from the smoke. Even his fingernails were yellowish.

He wasn't tall and had a typical five-short build ratio. However, he had the iron-blooded ruthlessness of a soldier and was intimidating.

With his instructions, the leader of the new regime, Kritzin, could stand by without doing anything. The tension in his heart relaxed. Without the heavy stone pressing down on him, he was naturally much more relaxed.

It was very dark. The sky was so dark that it was as thick as ink without a single star in sight. The city, with its power supply cut off, was completely shrouded in darkness. It was pitch-black everywhere, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was impossible to breathe. There was an aura of despair everywhere.

There was a young boy who was afraid of the dark. He hid in the arms of the adults and cried. Tears were still hanging on his eyelashes as he fell asleep.

The child fell asleep without knowing what was going on, but the adults did not dare to. They widened their eyes and guarded the house, afraid that someone would come in with a gun and hurt their family.

After dinner, Ye Jian and the others were doing the final equipment inspection. Quentin stood on the second floor of the house, his hawk-like eyes quietly watching the guests preparing to leave.

Those who could look for him to get firearms were all people who knew his rules. He knew the identities of these Chinese people from the moment they walked into their repair shop.

The Chinese came looking for him for firearms and needed to leave immediately. Other than one of them, who had a refined temperament, the rest of the people who walked in exuded a fierce aura. It was obvious that they were all soldiers.

Coupled with the news that the old government, the new government, and the alliance army had sent at the same time, he did not need to think too much to know the identities of these people.

Now they were leaving and the girl with the eyes most like her daughter's needed to go...

Quentin's dark purple lips pressed against the corner of his mouth as he slowly turned away with his cane.

War made people desperate, but it also turned them into abominable devils.

V8 pulled open the seat of the motorcycle and was about to put the bullets in when two submachine guns came into view in the dim light of the flashlight. V8 looked up and looked in the direction of the second floor in surprise.

However, Quentin was already leaving.

"Comrade, look under the seat cushions," he whispered to the J5 and Snow Eagle, who were checking their equipment. "There are two more submachine guns stored inside."

Ye Jian was sorting and counting the magazines. Hearing this, she got up with two magazines in her hand and heard Snow Eagle say softly, "I have them on my side too. There are also two pistols under the fuel tank."