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After 48 hours of continuous sea bumps, Ye Jian did not feel uncomfortable, nauseated, dizzy, and other seasickness. If she didnât feel that way, the other members of the Elite Platoon were even more unlikely.
All of them had been trained at sea, so these conditions that would affect their combat ability should not be present.
There was no sunshine, no fresh air. They had no idea when it was night and when it was day. Ye Jian, who had eaten compressed biscuits for two days, waited to leave the cabin.
The port of arrival was a port in a South Asian country. This country had always traded military weapons with China. The ten members of the Elite Platoon came out of the bottom cabin-like ghosts after knowing that they were about to enter the port.
Their army boots stepped on the iron sheet and made a rhythmic âpuffâ sound. Ye Jian, who was walking in the bottom compartment, could smell the rust and dust in the air constantly digging into her nose.
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âLeft, left, left, keep up!â In front, Pigeonâs voice was so low that it could only be heard at close range; the comrades behind him were told to move forward quickly.
The military uniform provided a drawing of the freighterâs bottom compartment, and the ten of them left one by one according to the escape route on the drawing.
There was a nearly three-hour time difference between the arrival of the arms trading country and our country. They departed from Tianjin 48 hours before and arrived 48 hours later. The domestic time was 9 a.m, and the time here was 6 a.m.
The port of delivery was the countryâs military port. It was heavily guarded. Ten people from the bottom compartment, in groups of three, moved forward quickly, avoiding gun soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms.
âFour oâclock direction, three soldiers, avoid!â
âFour meters from the deck.â
âThere are soldiers patrolling with binoculars on the shore; group C is on guard, two groups A, B moves forward quickly and exchange guard positions.â
They communicated with sign language throughout the whole process, kept moving forward, and guarded alternate positions until all ten people were at the back of the freighter and completed the zipline jump into the sea.
In the early morning, the sea was filled with mist. After diving into the sea, ten of them swam to the shore by snorkeling. There was a commercial vehicle arranged by the embassy on the shore, and everyoneâs ID cards were in the vehicle.
In wet clothes, they got in the car and checked their ID documents, and then quickly changed their clothes after confirmation.
Ye Jian was a female soldier, so the male soldiers were very consciously looking ahead, while the three male soldiers sitting behind blocked her using their clothes, and then they turned their heads to look out the window until Ye Jian finished changing clothes.
Once they got their ID cards and air tickets. Ye Jian and Crane took the lead in entering the waiting room. Ten of them had short eye contact until they boarded the plane successfully.
The plane took off on time at 12 oâclock in domestic time. Xia Jinyuan looked down at the time. He jumped into a convertible jeep and spoke to a brown-haired and brown-eyed foreign man beside him in fluent English scornfully, âMan, you can start shipping the item.â
âAre you sure? If there is any police, you Chinese man are responsible for handling the matter.â The brown-eyed foreign man glanced contemptuously at the Chinese man who was partnering with him. He really didnât mind having a policeman shoot this Chinese who had gone crazy thinking about money to give him a taste of a shot.
Wearing ripped jeans, motorcycle leather jacket, and with eyes full of rebelliousness, Xia Jinyuan, whose entire temperament had changed drastically, was now not a soldier, but a traditional Chinese worker who used his life to be a dealer in guns and ammunition and would rather want money than his life.
Facing the deep provocation contained in contempt, Xia Jinyuan raised his eyebrows at the man with one arm on the door of the car, and when the other party was waiting for him to answer, he directly stepped on the accelerator with one foot and drove away, leaving behind a long tail exhaust gas.