At first, the squadron leader had some scruples. He was afraid that these special forces soldiers didn't have any actual combat experience. When he knew that they were all special forces soldiers who fought on the frontlines and had blood on their hands, the squadron leader felt at ease.
It was good to have help, but they were afraid that the help they received would be inexperienced.
The two groups of soldiers moved towards the north. Ye Jian, Weaver, and White Crane continued moving forward. The scenery on both sides became more and more desolate. In the end… they weren't even driving on a road anymore.
The car finally stopped. The taxi driver took out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at White Crane, who was sitting in the front passenger seat. He no longer hid his fierce and cold gaze. "Get out."
The stiff words were heard. White Crane stuck close to the car door. The tall man revealed a 'panic' that made Ye Jian try her best to hold back her laughter.
