Ye Jian was a little moved, but she didn't trust Kundan much, but she didn't mind listening to his arrangements first.
So she asked politely, "Mr. Kundan's arrangement, can you tell me about it now?" Then, she went back to discuss with her comrades to see if it was feasible.
Kundan was so spicy that he naturally saw Ye Jian's concerns.
He didn't feel much in his heart, but felt that the girl's eyes in front of him, especially when the eyes were sharp, seemed like a daughter begging to take her out to play without being satisfied, and his watery eyes were so angry that they were like burning stars.
Just like the Chinese girl in front of me, she was bright, shimmering, and very beautiful.
Kundan, who had deep memories in his eyes, didn't care about that much with Ye Jian, his vivid and beautiful eyes made him reluctant to care about it.
If his daughter is still alive, she will be almost twenty years old.
"Map, motorcycle... Leave, go here, it will be safe." He took out a waterproof map from the black plastic bag and marked it with many route marks with a red pen. This is a map often used by Kundan and it is also him. The route of munitions here.
I don't know why Kundan helped Ye Jian. When she saw this map, her pupils shrank slightly. Kundan... an arms dealer, J5 only has a trading relationship with him, why did he risk it to help them
You know, he is a native of Linguo, and they are the Chinese that the New Deal of Linguo wants to eliminate!
Ye Jian felt a little uneasy in accepting his help, and also very unsteady.
Kundan only looked at Ye Jian's eyes, as for what she was thinking in her heart, none of them were within his consideration, and he never thought that he would do it now, which is equivalent to being opposed to the New Deal.
Ye Jian didn't understand, but Kun Dan knew in his heart why he wanted to help these Chinese people, he knew very well in his heart.
"Four checkpoints in the city, you guys, from here..." The fingers covered with black grease pointed to the map, and when they pointed, he immediately raised his head and looked at Ye Jian's eyes for a moment. "On the mountain, smuggling, drug dealing. The dark line is much safer than other places..."
"You... Ride a motorcycle and rush out." He pointed out a dark road for Ye Jian, a dark road for drugs and arms trading, and finally told Ye Jian where to go to enter the Chinese territory.
Ye Jian only felt that the map in her hand was a bit heavy, she pursed the corner of her mouth, and said softly, "Thank you."
"No thanks, my daughter... Look..." Kundan pulled out a photo from his pocket. His hands were dirty and the crevices of his fingers were covered with grease, but the photo in his pocket was as clean as a new one. .
In fact, this is a photo taken ten years ago. The year, month, and day are very clear in the lower right corner of the photo.
Ye Jian looked at the little girl in the photo, eleven or twelve years old, with a ponytail, holding a big marshmallow in her hand, and showing an innocent and sweet smile to the camera.
"Your eyes are very similar, my daughter, they are very similar. Seeing your eyes are clear, I finally remembered what my daughter's eyes look like."
Speaking unfluent Chinese and encountering a weird accent, it did not prevent Ye Jian from hearing sadness from it. An arms dealer was in front of her, with faint tears flickering in her eyes.
By this time, Ye Jian understood why he always looked into his eyes.
It turned out that everything was because he thought her eyes were like the little girl in the photo.
Although he didn't see how his eyes resembled his daughter's eyes, Ye Jian softly said in response to a father's missing daughter's eyes: "Yes, they are indeed very similar."