Seven camouflage figures walked through the dense forest, also fighting for the heavy responsibility they shouldered.
At this time, during the Chinese New Year, the advancing snow brigade special forces followed their captain, carrying steel guns and risking their lives and carrying heavy loads. Wanjia lights were behind them, and their presence was just waiting. Wanjia lights up.
The advancing Xia Jinyuan knew that his comrades must be behind him, so whenever Luke wanted to stop and rest and leave again, he would urge him, so that in the end Luke thought whether there was a Chinese armed police chasing after him.
But until they came out of the dense forest, the mobile phone finally got a signal, and Luke did not see the presence of the Chinese armed police.
Xia Jinyuan didn't give him time to breathe, and asked him to hurry up and contact Cobra.
"I really admire you, Xia, we started running yesterday afternoon, and now..." Luke checked the time of the phone, and it was 12 noon the next day. "By now, we have already run. For a long time, really, Xia, you listen to me, we might really take a good rest and talk about it later."
Resting for a while will delay the time of the comrades behind him for a while. Xia Jinyuan coldly stared at Luke, who lowered his vigilance when he entered Burma, and said without any room for negotiation: "Chin Maung Seng, Mr. Cobra, don’t worry. ?"
One sentence reminded Luke and made Luke's eyes darkened. He lowered his eyes and shrugged his shoulders reluctantly, "Well, you reminded me, yes, we really need to get back as soon as possible. Mr. Cobra's side. If something happens to Mr. Cobra, I don't think all of us... don't even want to leave Myanmar."
Luke, who walked out of the dense forest, called Cobra, who represents the darkness. Xia Jinyuan made a mark in a hidden place when he was talking with Cobra. The mark left at this moment is a bit complicated and consists of graphics, except for the snowy area. Except that the brigade's comrades in arms could read it, the others couldn't guess what it meant.
This is telling the comrades who are chasing from behind that they will leave by transportation and their destination will not change.
A few hours ago, Cobra returned to the nearby village from the Burmese army. When he came back, the sky was just white. Knowing that the cobra who was calculated by the king did not take a rest, he was carrying a drawing board that he would take wherever he went. In front of the village, began to paint.
Cobra is good at ink painting, and every ink painting is very beautiful, but people who know him know that cobra only draws with pen when he is in a bad mood.
So now, the bodyguards accompanying him all know that his boss is in a very bad mood right now, and it is best not to go in the past, even the personal bodyguards he trusts dare not to easily pass by.
Luke's call relieved the tense nerves of the bodyguard who was usually responsible for answering Cobra calls. Luke and Xia had escaped from the Chinese territory and now safely entered the territory of Burma. There was no armed police behind them.
Cobra, who was preoccupied with painting, heard the low voice of the bodyguard, and learned that the two capable subordinates under him had exhausted all their energy to escape from the Chinese territory. With a slightly gloomy expression, he motioned to the bodyguard who was talking with Luke to pass the mobile phone to him. Own.
When Luke heard Cobra's voice, he greeted him first, and then asked Cobra if he had time to listen to what he needed to say next.
Holding a paintbrush in one hand, Cobra, who used watercolor to paint landscapes and inks in bright and dark colors, shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "Of course it's possible. What do you want to tell me?"