The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

With him behind him, and soldiers belonging to his own country behind him, he feels so at ease.

Now, as long as you pass through a right-angled ventilation duct in the front, you can enter the room where the Red Scorpion hostages are. Ye Jian just flicked the microphone lightly and rhythmically, telling them that she is fine, don't worry .

There was already sweat on her temples, nervousness, excitement...and excitement. Under these three emotions, Ye Jianjiao pursed her lips lightly, then took a shallow breath of the somewhat turbid air, and continued to move forward.

"She's fine, K7, keep an eye on it!" Xia Jinyuan said to everyone, and also to K7 who was confronting Red Scorpion: "Inside, I'll hand her over to you!"

K7 heard the words, and blinked his eyes indifferently, as if agreeing.

Red Scorpion was already disturbed. His elbows tightly strangled the Vietnamese student's neck, and the student's breathing suddenly became difficult, and he wanted to take a big mouthful of breath. Because of the lack of oxygen, his face turned red, as if A stranded fish has no possibility of struggling.

"Two minutes later, the hostage in your hand will die from lack of oxygen, and you, Red Scorpion, still cannot escape." K7 is indifferent to this, as if the hostage held by the enemy is actually a puppet.

In the narrow ventilation opening, Ye Jian was already sweating while crawling, but she didn't stop while wearing a gas mask. After passing a right angle with her amazingly flexible body, she paused to adjust her breathing, and moved to the You can clearly see the vents on the Red Scorpion's back.

Outside, everyone was waiting for the battle. The representatives sent by the Vietnamese military were so anxious that cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and they kept praying.

The Vietnamese special forces who had already entered the building rushed to the front of the international police, using their bodies to prevent the international police from killing the drug traffickers and disregarding the only son of a military minister in their country.

This is a battle of intelligence against the enemy. For the Chinese soldiers, they have made thorough preparations, and it is definitely not a problem to wipe them all out.

Outside, people from the international police and the Vietnamese military stared at the side of the machine room with guns in the thick smoke. In front of the hidden cabinet door leading to the other room, a police officer stood up and said in a very embarrassed tone: "Now There is only one last goal left, we don't want to take your credit, but we hope to complete the task more perfectly."

"The Chinese soldiers are the only sons of the ministers of our country. If something goes wrong, can you take responsibility?" The Vietnamese military people are quite nervous. They are all riding on the back of a tiger, so they must be careful!

The confrontation between the two sides made Xia Jinyuan and the others look even colder.

J5 smiled coolly, "What is the credit? I'm sorry, I don't quite understand. And you guys, if you want to rush in, it's ok, come on, let's take a look at the situation inside the room first."

Walking to the only monitoring screen that has not been blown up, J5's ten fingers operate on the keyboard for a while. After the originally static monitoring screen flickers, it instantly cuts into the next room.

"Guys in a hurry, if you really want to rush in, we will definitely not stop you. Of course, you can decide what the consequences are." J5 said with a smile like a spring breeze, but the meaning in the words, heh, every word is like Ice, with a suffocating cold.

Xia Jinyuan had already put away his gun, and said calmly: "I think, with the strength of the international police and the Vietnamese military, and with so many people rushing in together, it shouldn't be impossible to rescue even one hostage."

"G3, notify our people, retreat."

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