Chapter 195 - Praise Our Military Triumph (3)
Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
âRed Scorpion, where are you trying to hide?â After all the targets were cleared, someone suddenly appeared with a gun aiming at a cabinet. A cold voice as calm as a pool of stagnant water spoke out. âCome out, Red Scorpion!â
Behind the cabinet, Red Scorpion hid quietly with his hand tightly covering his studentâs mouth.
He stood still as if there was no one hiding behind.
The person speaking had an unwavering cold look in his eyes. Two shots were fired at the cabinet without giving Red Scorpion any chance to think. âMy patience is limited, Red Scorpion. Do not challenge it.â
It was the voice of K7. His face was thin and his skin looked pathologically pale as if it was never exposed to sunlight. He stared at the iron cabinet with his black, bright and sharp eyes which contained an indifferent yet murderous look.
Some sounds of movement came from behind the cabinet as Red Scorpion stepped out with his student. When he clearly saw the person standing in front of him, his eyes constricted. âItâs you!â
K7 was Nickâs weapon expert!
After recognizing who he was, Red Scorpion pushed his gun harder against his studentâs head. He stared coldly at K7 and asked, âWho are you?â
âNo matter how many hostages you hold, you will not get out of this alive.â K7 ignored his question, lightly loading the trigger. As for K7, Red Scorpion was nothing but a dead body already. âDonât implicate others before you die.â
Surprisingly, K7âs standard American English was spoken much more elegantly than Chinese. âLet go of the student, the rest is up to you.â
Red Scorpion let out a scornful laughter in return and pushed the gun against the studentâs head even harder that the gun hole left a blue, half-crescent mark under the boyâs temple. âDo you know who he is? He is the son of an important figure. Hahaha. Call him now and see if he wants his son back alive or dead.â
K7 slightly frowned upon hearing Red Scorpionâs words, making his thin and delicate face look even colder. âThe hostage is the son of an important figure. Theyâve concealed the identity of the Vietnamese student.â
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âDamn it, I knew we couldnât count on those bastards.â G3 sneered, and said to K7, âhe has the hostage, stay calm for now. Wait for us to come over.â
K7 stared at Red Scorpion without a blink and aimed at the center of Red Scorpionâs forehead. âNo, clean up the weapons outside. Leave this to me, I will take care of it.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Inside this room where Nick first negotiated with Red Scorpion, the confrontation became increasingly tense from the boyâs frightened eyes. Time ticked away; about five minutes later, K7 confirmed the hostageâs identity.
His brows frowned to make it seem like a difficult situation when in fact, behind his tightened looks, he was rather relaxed.
Since the ventilation in each room was connected, Ye Jian remained in the vent and under Xia Jinyuanâs instruction, she gently moved her body and entered an air conditioner vent so narrow that only her small body could pass through.
âContinue forward, Ye Jian. Do not turn back, I will be waiting for you in front.â Ye Jian listened to Xia Jinyuanâs deep voice with a cold and persistent look as he slowly and steadily spoke out each word.
His voice was like a light which could penetrate through darkness and pierce through shade. It brought her warmth, strength and encouragement like it always had.