An Zhiyuan left the conference room, his reason and body had already begun to prepare for the upcoming work, and he could even feel the adrenaline pumping into his muscles.

Eight hours later in the night.

Five black figures are silently walking through the wet, dense forests of Burma, gesturing to each other or whispering into headphones hidden under dark hats.

An Zhiyuan was completely calm and in a fighting state, leading everyone to another four-story building deep in the dense forest.

If their intelligence is correct, and Sanchi's words are five points credible, the evidence Sanchi's words are in the safe on the top floor.

These books, which record their transaction records, are the final evidence that they have to know other drugs/traffickers, and of course, they also involve some hidden behind the scenes, and what they do is to get it and bring those people out and bring them to justice.

Every action always made him feel that every cell in his body began to realize the purpose of their existence.

The whole person seems to be alive! The blood is full of high-speed factors, making them the peak at every moment.

He was too familiar with this state, and when he went out on a mission, his senses would be sharper, and the peace of mind would radiate all around him.

The more important the task, the calmer he becomes, as if time is slowly turning into repetitive slow motion.

At this time, he can see and hear every detail, analyze and anticipate the results, and then make decisions and act.

Everything was done in a flash, but it felt like a long time.

The adrenaline was running through each of them, and he could feel the blood running through his veins, but his mind remained calm and detached.

He had been told that his face was frighteningly cold and expressionless in these moments.

The whole team moved forward in a carefully coordinated silence.

They don't need to speak, they all know what to do and what other people will do.

The purpose of the hellish training at Hunter Training Camp is to plant the idea of trust and teamwork in their hearts.

The power to bring them together is far greater than going it alone.

Teamwork is not simply a slogan for special team members, but their central discipline, iron discipline.

The Ghost is an advance scout.

An Zhiyuan assigned this task to this thin and sturdy southerner because he had the composure that was not easy to get nervous and could wander around like a bobcat.

After the wolf with infinite energy finally broke off, no one could secretly follow the wolf - except for the ghost.

An Zhiyuan followed closely behind the hidden ghost, and there were other team members between him and the wolf.

Each of them is quiet and steady, and absolutely reliable.

An Zhiyuan has a rifle in his hand, they are excellent special forces, and they also have the alertness to fill their vacancies at any time, all in all, there is no better team member in their group than them.

He glanced at the shadowy buildings in the distance, the flickering lights of the lights made it clear that it was their destination.

The chirping of insects in the dense forest makes people feel oppressed.

Their movements will never disturb any of the birds, that is their task.

Finally they got to the front.

You can hear the sound of the guards walking around, the sound of cigarette lighters, and the sound of unzipping pants and untying them.