Without any idea why, Ye Jian suddenly categorized J5, who was currently laughing, with the young men who liked to act cute on social media in her last life.
Once she had that thought, she started shivering; somehow she couldn’t bear to look at him.
Xia Jinyuan had already silently flanked from behind a bodyguard holding a gun. His left hand immediately covered his foe’s mouth, and his dagger in his right hand silently slit across his throat. The sharp blade cut open his warm skin, and without obtrusion, he cut off the enemy’s trachea and jugular vein.
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Blood flowed onto the dagger, and warm blood splattered onto his wrists, but the thick and concentrated iron smell did not stop Xia Jinyuan’s footsteps. He dragged the settled target into a room on the second floor, closed the door, and headed upstairs towards the third floor.
Murdering people was supposed to be a very terrible thing, but for them, on the front line, either they fought or they died. They who fought for justice were unafraid of having blood on their hands, and there was no looking back for them.
Mercy wasn’t supposed to be used on the enemy.
“Clear.” On the third floor, Xia Jinyuan, who had cleared two hidden targets, tapped the side of his microphone lightly. Xu Yu, who covered the back, climbed up the stairs, and it was his turn to advance in front to clear targets.
After taking care of another member of the drug traffickers, Xia Jinyuan took off the bulletproof vest he was wearing… preparing to let his little fox wear it.
The elevator towards the sixth floor had stopped functioning a while ago. Nick stood up and pulled on his T-shirt, looking at Red Scorpion who had charged towards the door and was forced back by the sharp sirens outside. He laughed without a sense of fear, “Partner, if you rush out now, I can promise you, you won’t leave this place alive.”
His brown pupils coldly swept past the black bag held tightly in Red Scorpion’s hand. “Give me the goods, I’ll get you the money, and we’ll leave together. How about that?”
“Why should I trust you?” Signs of panic did not surface on Red Scorpion’s face. He looked at the students standing at the door, who were crying from fright from the sirens, and snickered coldly, “You guaranteed a hundred percent trade safety, but now we’re already surrounded. On what grounds should I trust you?”
Red Scorpion was similar to most Vietnamese people—average height, short and thick limbs, but very strong explosive power. His arms looked short, but the muscles hidden underneath that T-shirt were filled with power.
He stared at the calm yet bored Nick, and his purplish-black lips curving into a cruel and cold smile as he said, “I bet not only are there Interpol outside, there’s some inside in the KTV. Maybe someone has already successfully infiltrated this building and will raise his guns at any time to take away your pitiful life.”
“Yes, partner, you’re very right; there are indeed people who have infiltrated this building.” Nick shrugged his shoulders, and he maintained the poisonous smile hanging on his lips. “Yet I am not afraid at all. ome, I’ll show you what I’m capable of.”
Saying that, he clapped his hands. It could be seen that the cabinet doors on the right wall suddenly opened up. A western man with brown hair and brown eyes who wore black exercise pants and a tank top came out while stooping over, “Everything is ready, and everyone is awaiting your orders.”
“Follow me, partner.” Nick led the way while he stooped over and walked into the cabinet.
Red Scorpion followed after him. He started guffawing after he had seen the scene in front of him, “Cooperating with you indeed makes people relaxed. I always thought, no, I believed that everyone, including those idiotic Interpol outside, have been fooled by you, my dude.”
This was a machine room, and at the same time, it was a weapon vault.