South to North: A Prison Guard at the Beginning

Yuan Mu pondered for a moment and then nodded.

"Have Luo Yang and the others keep a close eye on Jia Jinlong and his men's movements, and tell them that we will be joining them soon."

"Yes!"

Then Yuan Mu turned around and looked at Wang Xin and the others, only to see that Wang Xin was slumped on the ground after burying the gun, his eyes a little dazed. Mingyu, Youyu and two others were also sitting on the ground, not knowing what they were thinking.

He knew what everyone was thinking, so he clapped his hands gently to divert their attention to himself.

"I know what you are thinking. What you did before was tantamount to massacre, but we have no choice. Since you are here, killing is inevitable. I believe you have made preparations before coming."

"Now it's nothing more than killing a few more people. Maybe my decision makes you feel uncomfortable, but this is war. Plans can never keep up with the speed of change. I have no choice but to make this decision."

"If these people don't die, it will bring great risks to our subsequent plans. Their hands are stained with blood, and they can be said to be unforgivable. Killing them now will save a bullet!"

"You don't need to feel guilty. Killing them is also serving the people. Someone has to do this kind of thing. Of course, I understand your feelings. Now I'll give you a chance. If you can't stand it, find a place to hide. We will come to pick you up after we complete the mission!"

"You don't have to feel ashamed. This is something that not everyone can do. It was not my intention for this to happen, so you can make a decision now!"

Yuan Mu did not have this plan at the beginning. He just wanted to capture the thief and the leader, and catch Jia Jinlong directly. As for the others, he would catch them if he could, and if they ran away, then forget it. But the current situation forced him to make this decision.

He is not alone, he is responsible for his own team, and any danger must be nipped in the bud. To ordinary people, to common people, he is a good man and a good policeman, but when facing these vicious drug-trafficking armed elements, he is a soul-catcher from hell, reaping their lives!

After hearing Yuan Mu's words, everyone was silent for a moment. Yuan Mu raised his watch, looked at it, and then spoke.

"I'll give you two minutes to think about it. We don't have much time behind enemy lines."

There was a moment of silence afterwards. Yuan Mu looked at his watch quietly without saying anything.

"Brother Mu! Don't think about it, I'll stay!" Wang Xin raised his head and spoke with a firm look.

"I'll stay too!"

"I'll stay too!"

"Me too!" Several people spoke one after another, with determination on their faces.

They thought about it themselves. Since they had chosen to come here, they had already made plans for the worst. Although the previous massacre still left them with lingering fears, they had no intention of turning back.

They have even thrown life and death out of their minds, so would they be afraid of killing a few people?

"Okay! Let's check the equipment and continue our journey!" Yuan Mu smiled and then raised his gun and spoke.

Then there was the sound of gun bolts being pulled, and everyone continued to head northwest.

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More than ten kilometers to the northwest, in a valley, this place has no name, but a jungle a few kilometers away does have a name, and it is a terrifying name.

The name of this jungle is Death Forest. The reason for this name is that there are densely packed mines there, crisscrossing and impossible to count them!

These mines are the product of World War II. It is estimated that even the people who buried the mines at the time did not know exactly how many mines they had buried. These mines are not just ordinary loose-type mines, but also anti-personnel mines, cluster mines, trigger mines, etc.

Once people enter here, it is almost impossible to get out alive. These drug dealers in the border areas all know this place, and it is a lesson learned with countless blood.

In the valley, there was a group of militants holding AKs, submachine guns, and pistols. Each of them had grenades on their bodies. They were well-equipped. The leader was a man with a scar on his face, who was Jia Jinlong.

He raised his wrist to check the time. It was already two o'clock in the morning.

"Ruan Liu! What time was the meeting?" Jia Jinlong waved to someone next to him.

"Boss, the appointment is at four o'clock." Ruan Liu hurried over and spoke.

"Damn it! He got up too early! Next time, let him deliver the goods directly to our base. He has to run such a long way every time to deliver the goods!" Jia Jinlong complained.

"Boss, I've talked to AK, but they're unwilling. They said if they want the deal to happen, it's here, otherwise forget it." Ruan Liu said helplessly.

"Damn it! He is still picky! By the way, has General Charing agreed to our visit?" Jia Jinlong cursed and then changed the subject.

"Not yet. We have sent a lot of money as you ordered, but General Charing has no intention of meeting us."

"Fuck! He's charging so much money even though he doesn't want to see me. I'll kill him sooner or later!"

Jia Jinlong is at a loss now. He has always wanted to establish a relationship with a warlord named Cha Lin in the Golden Triangle. This way he could cut out the middleman and make a lot more money. But Cha Lin refuses to confess. He will accept the money but never mention anything else.

Now he can only get goods from a smuggler named AK. The No. 4 guy in their team and the arms are all bought from AK, but the price is a little higher.

What Jia Jinlong didn't know was that two kilometers away from them, in a bush, two men in camouflage uniforms were lying there, observing their every move with binoculars. Their bodies were camouflaged with grass, so even if you were closer, you wouldn't be able to see them unless you looked carefully.

Time passed minute by minute, and Yuan Mu and his group also shuttled through the jungle, but the jungle was not like the plain after all, and the speed was much slower than the plain. In particular, the speed of Wang Xin and his group greatly slowed down the team's progress.

"Hurry! Hurry up!" Yuan Mu ran beside Wang Xin and the others and kept urging them.

They were marching lightly, each carrying only a rifle and a pistol, and there was no weight at all in the backpacks on their backs. However, their speed still could not be increased, mainly because Wang Xin and others had not received any training in jungle marching.

"Hold on! We're almost at our destination!" Yuan Mu continued to encourage everyone.

Yuan Mu now felt more and more that he was sick. Why did he call them over? Isn't this just adding to the chaos? If it weren't for them, Yuan Mu would have already arrived at the designated location.