"Captain."
"Captain."
A few US special forces with oil paint on their faces and wearing camouflage suits approached carefully.
"Yes."
That guy nodded.
"Captain, your face?"
The few of them looked at their captain's face strangely. The five red fingerprints were clearly visible even in the night.
"I was bitten by a mosquito."
Bite by a mosquito?
The few of them were stunned again. Didn't they apply something to repel mosquitoes on their bodies?
However, he didn't explain anything and only asked coldly,""Is there any movement?"
"No, I haven't."
"Me too."
"Alright, go back and continue guarding. It's definitely not a ghost.”
"Yes."
The few of them turned around and prepared to leave. After all, their captain had already said that they could not disobey orders.
"You, stay."
"Oh, yes."
Soon, the other guys left the place, leaving only the captain and another slightly thin guy.
"Captain, is there anything..."
Puff.
Before he could finish, the sound of a dagger piercing into flesh could be heard from his waist. At the same time, his mouth was covered by a rough hand, and he could no longer make a sound.
However, his eyes were wide open as he stared at his captain in disbelief.
How could this be?
Weren't they comrades who had gone through life and death together?
Back then, on the battlefield of Elark, he had saved the captain's life.
"Master, it's done."
Master?
That fellow's face was filled with shock. His captain actually had a master? This simply overturned all his knowledge.
Crash!
With a slight shaking sound, Yang Yifan came out from the grass beside him.
It was that Chinese man!
That guy recognized Yang Yifan at a glance. He was the target they had been chasing. Why was he here? How did he become his captain's master?
At this moment, this guy felt that his brain was not enough. He could not believe that this was true.
Puff!
The military dagger was pulled out, bringing with it a smear of hot blood.
Puff!
Another stab came in. The guy's body trembled, and the pain in his body surged like a tidal wave. He felt his life rapidly draining away, letting him know that everything was real. He had been killed by his captain.
Why?
Unfortunately, he would never have the chance to find out.
Puff!
Another blade fell, and this guy was completely dead. However, his eyes were still wide open. He died with grievances.
Looking at the corpse being put down, Yang Yifan nodded." Good job."”
"Thank you, Master."
Yang Yifan didn't waste any time and quickly changed into that guy's military uniform. Then, he painted his face and pulled his hat lower. Looking from afar in the dark night, he looked a little similar.
"Let's go, take me to the stupid missile.”
"Yes, Master."
Seeing that the captain of the US special forces was as obedient as a dog, Yang Yifan sighed in his heart. This thought plunder was indeed extremely powerful. It was just that the probability of it being used was too small. Otherwise, if he controlled the main leaders of various countries, wouldn't he be able to rule the world alone?
Of course, he thought about it in his heart. The most important thing now was to destroy that stupid missile system and return to China.
Rustle! Rustle!
With a soft sound, Yang Yifan followed that guy and left the grassland.
"Captain."
"Okay, I'll go over there and take a look. You guys continue to guard.”
"Yes."
In the darkness, the voices of the American special forces could be heard from time to time, making Yang Yifan's expression solemn. If he didn't control this guy, it would be extremely difficult for him to leave this place.
After walking for a while, the two of them came to an oil road.
Swoosh!
When they saw the Americans, the Korean soldiers on duty and patrol immediately stood at attention and saluted. No one dared to look at them because the Americans were their Korean godfathers. How could they dare to be disrespectful?
Therefore, Yang Yifan followed behind the guy and swaggered toward the center of the missile system.
If those Koreans knew that they even saluted Yang Yifan and let him in, would they be so angry that they would vomit blood and die?
Entering the central area, the checkpoints and sentries became more and more dense.
Yang Yifan even saw the Korean tanks and heavy machine guns set up at some intersections.
"I'll go over and take a look. This is my ID.”
When they arrived here, even the Americans had to show their identification documents. It was obvious that the security was tight.
No wonder even the top agents in China could not enter this place.
Yang Yifan thought to himself.
"Beep. Iris scan successful.”
As the cold voice of the machine rang out, the last door to the center of the silly missile system opened.
Yang Yifan could not help but clench his fists. He wanted to see how those Koreans would cry later. Hmph.
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