196: Praise Our Military Triumph (4)

Praise Our Military Triumph (4)

With him and all the soldiers from her home country behind her, she felt peace at mind. 1

Now, she just needed to pass the angled vent opening in front in order to enter the room where Red Scorpion held the hostage. Ye Jian gently tapped the microphone to notify the rest not to worry about her.

Feeling tension, stimulation, and excitement all at once, Ye Jian pursed her lips and gently inhaled the turbid air. She was already sweating from her forehead and temples, yet she continued on.

"She's fine. K7, keep an eye on her!" Xia Jinyuan said to everyone, including K7, who was in a stalemate with Red Scorpion. "I am putting her in your hands once she gets in there!"

K7 lightly blinked his eyes as if he promised him.

Feeling uneasy, Red Scorpion tightly strangled the Vietnamese student around the neck, making it difficult for him to breath. The student's face soon swelled up and turned red due to the lack of oxygen. Like a stranded fish, he had no chance to struggle.

"In two minutes, your hostage will die from the lack of oxygen. As for you, Red Scorpion, you will still not be able to escape." K7 was apathetic towards the life of the hostage as if he was merely a puppet.

Inside the narrow vent, Ye Jian was already soaking wet, but it did not stop her from advancing. With a gas mask on, she crawled through the right angle with her surprisingly flexible body and paused briefly to adjust her breathing before arriving at a vent where she can clearly see Red Scorpion's back.

Outside the building, everyone remained in a standby position. The representatives from the Vietnamese military were sweating and praying incessantly.

After entering the building, the Vietnamese Special Force rushed to get in front of the International Police and used their bodies to block and prevent them from killing the drug trafficking leader regardless of the safety of their Chief of Military's only son.

This was an intellectual struggle against the enemy. For the fully prepared Chinese soldiers, catching them red-handed was a certain thing.

Outside the engine room, the International Police and Vietnamese military held their fire and stared closely at the smokey room. Before entering the room with the hidden cabinet, one police stood out. "There is only one target left." Feeling somewhat embarrassed, he said to the Chinese soldiers, "We don't want to take credit for your work, but we want to finish it off perfectly."

"Chinese soldiers, the only son of our Chief is being held hostage inside. Can you take the responsibility if anything happens to him?" The Vietnamese soldiers were extremely nervous, they had to be careful.

Xia Jinyuan and his fellow comrades looked increasingly cold and detached after this conversation.

J5 let out a sneer. "What credit? Pardon me, I don't really understand. If you wish to rush in, you can. Go ahead, let me show you what's going on inside first."

Walking to the only intact monitor, J5 tapped around on the keyboard, the monitor glitched and switched to a surveillance view of the room next door.

"Anxious fellows, we won't stop you if you really want to rush in. It's up to you, of course." J5 smiled like the spring breeze, but spoke like the ice, piercing with a stifling cold.

Xia Jinyuan put away his gun and lightly said, "I guess, with the combined strength and soldiers of International Police and Vietnamese military, they should be able to save one hostage by rushing in together."

"G3, notify our people. Let's withdraw."

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