Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!

Cobra was cunning, and so was Li Chuhai. Even so, he had to lower his head in front of Cobra. That was why Cobra was even more cunning. After the National Defense found out about this person, they immediately needed the military’s help. In the end, they asked the Xueyu unit to take over the mission.

Dealing with Cobra was Xia Jinyuan’s main goal. The sudden attack in front of them could only be handled by the local police.

The sirens were getting closer. Xia Jinyuan looked at the small building where Cobra was staying and gestured to V8. The two of them retreated quickly.

Now that they were sure that Cobra was here, it was time for them to act.

On the other side of the market, in the unscathed eight-story building, someone put away his binoculars. His eyes were a little cold, and his brows were tightly furrowed. It seemed that his mood was affected by the attack in the market.

He was a European man in his early 40s. He was extremely tall and had light brown hair that was slightly curly. It was a little long and reached his shoulders. From the back, he looked like a depressed painter with a gloomy aura.

There was a soft knock on the door. It was not loud, as if the person was afraid of disturbing the man inside. They only dared to knock three times. After that, it was silent again.

It was not until a voice came from inside that the door was pushed open.

Two tall men in silver-gray trousers and white shirts walked in. Then, a local man walked in. The two people who came in first stood respectfully in the middle of the room, waiting for the man standing by the window to turn around.

When the man who came in with them saw this, a trace of unhappiness flashed past his eyes. However, he didn’t let his unhappiness be seen by others. It quickly disappeared from his eyes.

He greeted the man standing in front of the window in Spanish.

Molaban was close to the equator and had a tropical and maritime atmosphere. Their official language was the Spanish language.

The man placed his binoculars on the windowsill and turned around. He looked at the local man from Molaban who greeted him. He didn’t say anything immediately. Instead, he walked elegantly to the sofa and asked in Spanish, “Was the shooting planned by Angus?”

As he spoke, the man bent down and picked up the glass that was filled with red wine on the glass coffee table. He tilted the glass lightly before taking a small sip.

The local man smiled and said, “Gangs and drug dealers often have conflicts here, yes. This is very normal. It’s just that there was a huge commotion today, but it wasn’t Angus’s plan.”

Hearing this, the European man, who was sipping his red wine, glanced at his two subordinates and saw them nodding slightly. It meant that the local man’s words were true.

The man, who had an idea of what was going on, swayed the crystal glass in his hand and smiled casually. “It looks like someone is very dissatisfied with me coming to the north, right? Go and tell Angus that I hope he can give me a good answer before dawn tomorrow. If I don’t hear from him tomorrow, then I think he and I won’t be the best partners.

“Also, tell him that I prefer to solve things in the dark and kill disobedient people directly. Just like what my partner Li used to say, ‘If you don’t want the grass to grow again, the best way is to pull out their roots’.

“I think what my partner said makes sense. I sincerely hope that my future partner, Angus, will listen to my advice.”