Chapter 838: Chapter 838 Action
An Zhiyuan left the eting room, his mind and body already gearing up for the upcoming task; he could even feel adrenaline pouring into his muscles.
Eight hours later, at night.
Five black figures were quietly traversing through the damp and lush jungles of Myanmar, communicating with each other through hand signals or whispering into the earpieces hidden under their dark caps.
An Zhiyuan, completely composed, in full battle readiness, led the team towards another four-story building deep in the jungle.
If their intelligence was correct, if what Sang Ji said was even fifty percent credible, then the evidence Sang Ji talked about would be in the safe on the top floor.
These notebooks recording their transaction history were the ultimate evidence they needed to control other drug traffickers; naturally, they also involved certain shadowy figures operating behind the scenes. Their job was to secure it and bring those people to justice.
Every operation always made him feel like every cell in his body was becoming aware of its purpose.
His entire being seed to co alive! Blood surged with high-speed factors, keeping them at their peak every mont.
He was all too familiar with this state; during missions, his senses would beco sharper, and a sense of calm would radiate from the depths of his heart.
The more critical the mission, the calr he beca, as if ti started to slow down into a series of repeated slow motions.
At such tis, he could see and hear every detail, analyze and anticipate the outcos, make decisions and act accordingly.
Everything was done in a split second, yet felt like an eternity.
Adrenaline surged in each of their bodies, and he could feel the blood coursing through his veins, yet his mind remained cool and detached.
Soone once told him that at these monts his face was frighteningly impassive, completely devoid of expression.
The whole team advanced in ticulously coordinated silence.
They didn’t need to speak; they all knew what to do, how the others would act.
The purpose of the hellish training at Hunter Training Camp was to deeply plant the concepts of trust and teamwork in their minds.
The combined strength of their unity far surpassed that of individual efforts.
Teamwork was not just a slogan for these operatives but their central discipline, an ironclad discipline.
Ghost Shadow was on advance reconnaissance.
An Zhiyuan assigned this task to the thin but tough southerner because of his calmness, which remained unshaken, allowing him to move about like a mountain cat.
The endlessly energetic Wild Wolf brought up the rear; nobody could tail Wild Wolf without being noticed—except for Ghost Shadow.
An Zhiyuan closely followed behind Ghost Shadow, with other team mbers between him and Wild Wolf.
Each of them was quiet and steady, utterly reliable.
Clutching his rifle, An Zhiyuan knew they were outstanding special forces mbers, each possessed with the alertness to fill any gaps at any ti, in short, there was no better team than theirs.
He glanced at the dimly visible building in the distance, where the occasional flickering lights made it clear that it was their destination.
The chirping insects in the jungle felt oppressive.
Their movents wouldn’t disturb a single bird; that was their mission.
Finally, they approached the front.
They could hear the sounds of the guards walking back and forth, the clicking of cigarette lighters, and the unzipping of pants along with the sounds of relieving themselves.
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