Everyone got off their vehicles as Xia Jinyuan ordered them; only Ye Jian was being stopped by Xia Jinyuan from getting off the car. “Bang,” he closed his side of the door, then jogged around the car to the co-driver’s seat; while jogging, he pulled out a pair of shades and put them on, after opening the car door, he …

“Don’t look.” An indifferent yet steady gaze could be heard by her ears; it came from Xia Jinyuan, who was driving, “Somalia is plagued by civil war, children are commonly seen on the streets. Along the way, you won’t just see one or two; you might see many, many more.” Ye Jian quietly answered to indicate she understood.  “Next, you’ll …

Windpipe severed, aorta severed, gurgling was the last sounds he would ever make. Black hands gripped at his own throat, he glared out in terror,  The terror in his eyes grew more and more, Evra collapsed onto the floor, his hand was still pressed against his neck, and the blood that couldn’t be stopped flowed out unceasingly. His breathing started …

He didn’t notice that one of his subordinates hid a pistol secretly. He didn’t see it, but the members of the Elite Platoon all saw it. K7 nodded and said, “Now have your subordinates squat at that open space in front.” “You guys heard what this gentleman said? What are you still doing there? Go! All of you go squat …

K7 was standing at the forefront, and behind him were V8 and T6, and further behind were Ye Jian, Xia Jinyuan, G3, and Z7. Ye Jian’s position was very subtle. She was further than Xia Jinyuan and others and closer to V8, T6. Basically, she stood in the middle of the awl formation. This was the Elite Platoon’s combat deployment …

When his words fell, everyone automatically raised their weapon that they had just snatched and laughed, “Kill them, let them regret it, hahaha, let our international friends see God!” “I think God will welcome them, hahaha, goodbye international friends!” The brawny man turned around, raised his eyebrows, showing his big white teeth, and laughed at K7, “You think we will …

Having said that, K7, wrapped in a turban, slowly came down from the jeep and used his thick Somalia accent to communicate with the militants blocking the jeep.   Ye Jian, who was sitting in front, didn’t understand what he said. After he finished speaking, he took out a document. One of the people who stopped the jeep came forward …

The required materials, weapons, and equipment were transferred to the vehicle that could enter Somalia. The Elite Platoon members didn’t stay for long; they changed planes and headed to their final destination. Three hours later, everyone arrived at an open place that would require them nearly a two-hour drive to the center of Mogadishu. This was an empty flat ground …

Xia Jinyuan didn’t ask what Ye Jian felt after reading the detailed information of his future father-in-law. It was a personal question, after all. Even if he wanted to ask, he would have to ask after the mission was over. Ye Jian, who was sitting next to him, closed her eyes while listening to the sounds of the transport plane. …

Special operations were characterized by flexibility and changeability. There would be no specific and strict division of labor. The identity of the main team personnel would not change in major operations. Still, they would be flexible and changeable when immersed in operations, and they would cooperate with each other until the final combat site. As Xia Jinyuan made the arrangements, …