An Zhiyuan left the conference room, his sanity and body had begun to prepare for the upcoming work, and he could even feel adrenaline infusing into his muscles.

The night eight hours later.

Five black figures are quietly traveling through the wet and lush forests of Myanmar, communicating with gestures or whispering to headphones hidden under their dark hats.

An Zhiyuan was completely calm and in a genuine battle state, leading everyone to another four-story building deep in the dense forest.

If their intelligence is correct and Sanji's words are five points credible, the evidence Sangji said is in the safe on the top floor.

These books that record their transaction records are the final evidence for their mastery of other drug dealers, and of course they also involve some hidden masters behind the scenes. All they do is get it and pull those people out and bring them to justice.

Every action always makes him feel that every cell in his body begins to realize the purpose of their existence.

The whole person seemed to be alive! The blood was filled with factors of high-speed operation, making them peak every moment.

He was too familiar with this state. When he was on a mission, his senses would become more sharp, and his heart was calm and he was emitting all over his body.

The more important the task is, the calmer he will become, as if time begins to slowly turn into repetitive slow motion.

At this time, he can see and hear every detail, analyze and expect the results, and then make a decision and take action.

Everything was done in a flash, but it felt like it had been a long time.

Adrenaline was flooding in each of them. He could feel blood flowing through his blood vessels, but his mind remained calm and detached.

Someone once told him that his face was frighteningly cold and completely lacked expressions during these moments.

The whole team is moving forward in a carefully coordinated quiet.

They don't need to speak, they all know what to do and how others will act.

The purpose of hell-like training in the hunter training camp is to deeply root the concept of trust and teamwork in their hearts.

The power of combining them is far greater than fighting alone.

Teamwork is not simply a slogan for special forces, but their central discipline, iron-like discipline.

Ghost is an advance scout.

An Zhiyuan assigned this task to this thin and strong southerner because he had a calm and uneasy manner and could wander around like a bobcat.

The wild wolf with infinite energy finally broke the back, and no one could secretly follow the wild wolf - except for ghosts.

An Zhiyuan followed closely the ghost of retreat, and there were other team members between him and the wild wolf.

Each of them is quiet and steady, absolutely reliable.

An Zhiyuan held a rifle in his hand. They were excellent special forces members and had the alertness to make up for their vacancy at any time. In short, there was no better team member in their group than them.

He glanced at the shady buildings in the distance, and the flashing lights made people understand that there was their destination.

The chirping of insects in the dense forest makes people feel depressed.

Their movements will never disturb any birds, that is the task they are going to do.

Finally they got to the front.

I could hear the sound of the guards walking around, the sound of cigarette lighters, and the sound of unzipping their pants and zipping them.
Chapter completed!