Rebirth: General, Don't Mess Around!

It was all about calculating each other’s moves, getting angry was unnecessary, what was needed was strength, to crush the opponent with strength, to tell the opponent with strength that underestimating others would lead to a dire outcome.

Rushing to meet Ye Jian at the rendezvous point, Z7 chuckled, ”Brother, are you saving the other one for the New Year? If you can take him down, do it; don’t think we’re easy to bully.”

”I’m very modest. Keep an eye on the outside; see you later.” Having locked on the target, G3 had a good opportunity to strike and ended the call after speaking.

Z7, looking at his phone emitting a ”beep-beep” busy tone, tightened his gaze and whispered softly, ”Brother, you’ve got to be careful.”

Putting his phone in his pocket, he arrived at the rendezvous point, his gaze sternly scanning the surroundings.

Upon seeing Ye Jian, Z7 immediately approached her, and the two quickly escorted Abei to a safe place. Unfortunately, neither of them spoke the language of Molaban, and since Abei couldn’t speak English, Z7 immediately called White Crane to resolve the issue.

White Crane was on his way to the train station, where chaos had begun. Xia Jinyuan called G3, who then promptly informed Z7; Z7 in turn informed White Crane. The phone was their tool for mutual communication.

In the train station, Xia Jinyuan, who had been closely pursuing Mr. Will, moved through the densest crowd to reach the train head docking point in the station. Besides rows of train heads, it was hard to find any passengers, except for the station staff who might appear.

Xia Jinyuan took down one of the tough criminals, and before he could move, another criminal emerged from the side of a train head, raising his pistol.

Holding a silenced pistol, Xia Jinyuan quickly aimed at the assailant’s chest and fired. A muffled sound, like a bubble emerging in deep water, rang out, and the criminal holding the pistol fell, with a large patch of blood oozing from his chest.

A direct hit to the heart, killed instantly.

Not letting the body lie directly on the ground, Xia Jinyuan dragged the killed target under the train carriage and then quickly moved forward.

These people were standing individually, like sentinels.

Next, he swiftly moved to the coupling between two train carriages, aimed at another criminal who was approaching by the sound, and waited until the man was getting closer before shooting him in the head.

The sound of the silenced pistol was so faint that sometimes, if you didn’t listen carefully, you couldn’t hear it clearly; even if heard, it wouldn’t be recognized as a gunshot, only those frequently using guns could discern it.

Inside the train station, Xia Jinyuan, who had been shaken off by Cyril’s men, was now in the shadows. The Xueyu unit members preferred fighting in darkness for its efficiency and safety, and as the Captain, Xia Jinyuan was particularly skilled in stealth combat. At this moment, having taken down several targets, he tensely held his breath, waiting for a suspicious figure moving toward him.

The approaching figure was extremely cautious, stopping every two steps, taking five whole minutes to move from the front of the carriage to the back.

Just as he stopped again, his rifle slowly extending, Xia Jinyuan, who could almost touch the barrel of the gun by stretching out his hand, felt his cold intent deepening.

One, two, three… action!

He burst forward in a dash, his elbow striking hard against the man’s jaw, quickly shifting his stance, his left hand lightly slicing the man’s throat with a blade.

The ever-sharp dagger turned into a streak of cold light as it grazed the criminal’s neck. His speed was so fast, directly cutting through, severing the major arteries, blood spurted out like water from a high-pressure hose, splashing onto Xia Jinyuan’s right shoulder.