Major Samar was slightly surprised that there was a small military base encamped in the dense forest.

[Major, there's a signal from the other side, let's make a forced landing, or ......] The driver took off the earmuffs and looked back at Major Samar.

Samar squinted slightly, looked through the window at the bright place where the huge bonfire was burning below, and nodded: [Descend, after all, this is China.] ]

Did it fly to the border area of Tibet, China?

The helicopter landed smoothly in the open space of the military camp, and Lin Nuanxi couldn't help but be surprised when he looked at the neat Chinese soldiers who were in a circle outside and lined up side by side through the window.

The little boy in his arms frowned, and buried his head deeper in Lin Nuanxi's arms, as if this was the only way to feel safe.

The maternal instinct allowed Lin Nuanxi to pat him gently, and now she only hoped to go back to the Pararinka Manor soon.

Samar jumped out of the helicopter, and the eyes of the soldiers around him were nervous. The gun in his hand may guard and threaten this foreign officer at any time.

Samar was calm and calm, as if the soldiers in front of him were comrades rather than enemies.

[Samar Anand, Indian Air Force Major?] The second lieutenant looked at his officer ID and looked up at the handsome man in front of him.

[Major Samar is asked to wait a moment.] After saying that, the second lieutenant directly took his military ID card and turned around and walked into the main tent.

Samar looked at the main camp tent, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, such high-end military equipment, the well-trained soldiers around, and the officers who camped in this hidden forest were by no means ordinary people!

Samar was right, and when Beitang Sunny came out of the tent, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes—

Ulysses Cage?!

Mythical characters of the Federal Drist Military Academy?!!

[Hello, welcome to China, Major Samar.] The official tone is neither heavy nor light, but it contains an unknown depth of power.

Beitang Yaori glanced at the quiet black helicopter next to him, and then swam back to him: [Shouldn't you give me a reasonable explanation for entering the country without permission?] ]

[I didn't come to China as a soldier, I'm just Samar Anand, an Indian tourist to China.] Samar replied unhurriedly.

Samar was five years older than Beitang Yaori, and he entered the Drist Military Academy one step before him. If it is counted in terms of seniority, it can be said that Beitang Yaori still calls Samar a "senior".

Naturally, Beitang Yaori also noticed this, this excellent Indian Air Force major, who is also an excellent graduated officer of the Federal Military Academy.

[I don't think Mr. Samar would mind if I checked your helicopter.] Kitado Flare raised his hand to the second lieutenant behind him: [Please understand my duties.] ]

[No need to check, there are two Chinese in the helicopter, a girl and a child.] ]

[Friends with Mr. Samar?] ]

[It's not,] Samar smiled lightly: [Passing by, rescued from the traffickers.] ]

At the bottom of the eagle's dark eyes, a flash of sharpness: [Mr. Samar, on behalf of the Chinese side, I would like to thank you for your courageous actions. ]

As soon as the words fell, the second lieutenant soldiers behind Beitang Yaori walked directly towards the helicopter and picked up the Chinese inside.

No one is allowed to have room for maneuver, and the courteous but irresistible aura of power is worthy of being an excellent major general officer of the Federal Military Academy.