Moments after Mouse finished speaking, the Burmese man who negotiated the price with us walked in with a smile on his face, completely different from yesterday.

"Is something wrong?" I asked as I stood up.

"Haha, sit down, sit down, young man, we have to sit down and talk about things!" The old guy put his palms down, Ling pressed down in the air, looked at me and sat down, and then said: "What are your actions this time?"

Are you going to kill a Japanese named Naogan Komatsu?"

The old guy's words shocked me, but there was no expression on his face. The old ghost glanced at me and said slowly: "What can you do? We are all trapped!"

"We want to send people to join us!" Unexpectedly, the old guy made it clear directly, and his tone was not a discussion tone at all.

"Why? This is not a pretty job!" The old ghost no longer tried to hide it.

"Money, if someone gives us money, we will take over this business!" the old guy said, rubbing his index finger and thumb together.

"I thought you were patriotic guerrillas, but it turns out you are money-loving guerrillas!" Beast sat up, shook his neck from side to side, and said with a look of disdain.

"We just take on some small businesses to survive. We can't compare to you, Camel, who has a lot of money."

"Can you tell us who did this business with you?" Seeing that I couldn't refuse, I wanted to find out.

"No, you should know the rules!"

"Can we refuse?" the miracle doctor asked with a wicked smile, and then asked and answered himself: "No, then I'll see you in the morning and find someone who can work!"

"Okay, see you tomorrow morning!"

Early the next morning, we met those Burmese soldiers, and the captain was also in the team. His height of 1.75 meters made him a step ahead. He had a dark face, round eyes and a wide nose, and a thick mouth that looked like he was holding something in his mouth.

Two pieces of sausage, their bodies are thin but full of muscles, but from the body shape, they look like some children from northern China.

"Can we fight?" Looking at their uncoordinated resistance to rifles, I was reminded of vipers. Looking at their pants, vests, and even their bare-chested military uniforms, I felt sorry for their employer again.

"What are they going to do, to die?" the wild woman said, standing beside me with her arms crossed.

"Haha, I can strangle one to death with just one hand!" The mouse also came over to join in the fun.

"Let's go!" the captain came over and said.

"How many of you are going? Are all those people going?" I pointed to the soldiers who were lining up.

"Haha, there are more people. You are the vanguard, and we will provide you with fire support!" the captain said with a proud face.

Seeing his self-righteous expression, I cursed in my heart: "Tmd, if you have the ability, don't let me get ahead!"

"Let's go!" the old ghost shouted calmly, and we took the lead to set off. There was no need to fight. As soon as we left, we could see that the old ghost had worked hard on these children. Not only did they have good physical strength, but they were also familiar with the battle formation and cooperated well.

It's very tight, and I can also observe some clues. If I say it's not done well, I think I can only use one word to describe it, it's tender!

Walking in the jungle, we are like a group of foraging beasts. There are grasses as tall as half a person everywhere around us, tree trunks that reach across, turbid streams, and ups and downs of trees. There are the best places for ambush everywhere.

At this time, a group of Japanese soldiers with guns suddenly jumped out from beside me. I was not surprised at all! Mouse was walking at the front of the team. As long as he was there, he would be the scout of the entire team.

I served as a scout once, and the fear of being exposed to the enemy's gunfire every moment made me unable to breathe naturally. I really don't know how Mouse came to be a scout for so many years. I really don't know what he did.

How does the mouse's heart withstand the huge pressure caused by fear? Although his eyesight is amazing, I think the mouse's courage and courage are the key to his escape from death again and again.

I was thinking wildly when I saw the mouse slowly squatting down, making a fist with his right hand and raising it to signal us to stop. Then after careful observation, he took two steps back, picked it up with a branch, and a sharpened bamboo stool whizzed out from the

It flew through the air and flew towards the place where the mouse just stood. Just as he was about to give the mouse a thumbs up, he saw the bamboo raft stuck in the air, triggering the second trap again, and another bamboo raft flew vertically from the mouse's head.

Come down.

I shouted danger, hoping to remind the mouse to avoid disaster, but the mouse jumped forward like it had eyes on its head, and then rolled on the spot, narrowly avoiding the falling bamboo raft above its head.

"Phew, it's so dangerous!" I paused for two seconds, and then slowly walked towards the mouse after confirming that it was safe, and said at the same time.

"Don't come here, go back!" The mouse was kneeling on one leg like a sculpture, not daring to move. I could see the huge beads of sweat hanging on his forehead from the side.

I knew that Mouse was in danger, and there must be a reason why he told me not to go there. I quickly stopped other people who came after hearing the noise, turned around and asked, "Mouse, what's wrong?"

"Booby trap!" the mouse said slowly while observing his feet carefully. Looking towards the mouse's feet, a booby trap was cleverly arranged under a piece of rotten leaves, relying on small branches and a few gravels to maintain the subtlety.

balance, "How about it, can you withdraw it?" I lowered my voice, for fear that my voice would disturb the current balance.

"Master, really a master. This chain of traps is so well laid out. One ring after another. If it is an ordinary enemy, it will probably die under the bamboo rafts. If you can avoid the bamboo rafts, you will die in this booby trap. Not only

The level of being able to kill enemies and identify them is high!" The mouse did not answer my question, but gave the enemy a series of high praises, which made me feel anxious, "Don't say that is useless, get it back quickly!"

"You can't get back! It will explode if you move!" The mouse blinked at me and said calmly, as if he was not the one standing in the minefield.

"Can you defuse mines?"

"Of course not, otherwise would I still call him a master?" Mouse said.

"What should I do? What should I do?" I asked the old ghost and the beast at a loss.

"The killing radius of this mine is 10 meters. If you can escape from this radius in 0.5 seconds, there is hope!" The miracle doctor who was entrusted at the end of the team came from behind and looked at the situation and said.

"0.5 seconds, 10 meters?" I sat down on the ground. This number had already sentenced the mouse to death. Even if he didn't die, the mouse's legs were destined to be disabled.

The captain from Myanmar also rushed over. After looking at the trap designed by the enemy, his expression changed several times. Seeing that I had been staring at him, he patted my shoulder, indicating that there was nothing he could do, and then walked back to him.
Chapter completed!