Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 671: What’s the point of pretending to be a college student!

"Assholes, bastards, good-for-nothings, all of them are good-for-nothings!"

In a certain camp in Kimchi, a senior executive wearing glasses was so angry that he pushed all the office supplies on the table under the table.

He seemed to be crazy, pointing angrily at the deputy of the White Tiger Squad in front of him, who had thick bandages on his shoulders and a bruised face.

"We spend so much money every year to support you, and all your combat skills and fighting methods are taught by senior instructors from the Navy SEALs!"

"You've been with the America Rangers and have been in and out of real battlefields many times. Now you tell me the enemy kidnapped Wen Youbin right under our noses!"

"Except for you, the entire squad is either seriously injured or dead. Even squad leader Park Jae-yong was killed. Tell me, what kind of training do you guys usually do?"

"This is our territory, our territory! We actually let the enemy ride on our heads and shit and piss us. Why don't you just get killed together with us?"

Deputy Zheng Xiang was not only still feeling a dull pain from his wound, but was also in a very depressed mood.

Although he is not the top fighter among the White Tigers, he is more than capable of dealing with some difficult problems.

But he didn't expect that the enemy was not only numerous but also powerful, and their skills were not inferior to their White Tiger Special Forces.

This means that the enemy is likely to be an experienced SS-level mercenary, or a retired top special forces personnel from some country, otherwise it would be impossible for them to have such strong combat power.

However, as one of the few people in the team who came back alive and was able to stand and report, Zhengxiang could only shift all the responsibility to the former team leader Park Jae-yong.

He tried his best to discredit Park Jae-yong, saying that the other party's behavior was very strange before and during the operation.

Moreover, he seriously suspected that Park Jae-yong had accepted benefits from the Yan people in the previous multinational joint competition, and kept letting the other team win on the field, causing their Korean Republic to lose face.

Because there was no evidence to prove the truth, and Zhengxiang's words were well-founded, many people in the army had this speculation.

In addition, it was also very unusual that Park Jae-yong did not follow the regulations during the operation and asked Wen Youbin who was targeting him and the approximate number of enemies.

Therefore, after listening to Zheng Xiang's detailed description, the executive's anger subsided a little: "Park Jae-yong is dead. Even if he violated the rules, there is no way to verify it. Even if we find out, it will be useless."

"Right now, the most important thing is to rescue Wen Youbin and bring those criminals to justice."

"Sir, rest assured. The airport and the docks are under martial law. The military and police have been dispatched and are conducting a full-scale search for the enemy."

Zheng Xiang immediately said, "We're going to tell the public that those guys were bank robbers who injured our police officers. We're also calling on the public to actively provide clues."

He said solemnly, "Several of those guys are injured. I believe it won't be long before we can make some progress and rescue Commander Wen Youbin!"

At this point, the top management had nothing else to say but asked them to hurry up.

Twelve hours is the golden arrest period.

If this time is exceeded, the difficulty will increase exponentially.

......

At the same time, on the streets of a city center in Kimchi.

A handsome blond young man, holding a cup of coffee and wearing headphones, was walking down the street.

When passing a street intersection, two police officers on patrol suddenly stopped him.

"Take off your headphones."

"what happened?"

"Where are you from?"

"French chicken, what's wrong, sir?"

"What are you doing here? Do you have any relevant documents?"

“I’m here for tourism…”

The blond young man handed the ID to the other party.

After careful comparison, the police officer confirmed that the young man was not in any disguise before returning the ID to him.

"It's alright, let's go."

"?"

The blond guy looked at the two police officers who continued to check other people, with a puzzled look on his face?

I bumped into a young student who looked unremarkable. He was wearing thick glasses and a university uniform.

"Saury."

The blond young man subconsciously said sorry.

But the college student frowned subconsciously, then smiled at him and shook his head.

Seeing two groups of police patrolling at the intersection ahead and a military explosion-proof vehicle parked in the front, the college student felt nervous and tried to try to sneak past.

But just as he was about to get closer, a female police officer in front of him turned her head, glanced at him, and walked towards him.

The college student cursed in his heart, thinking how unlucky he was, and then quickly turned around and went into a coffee shop nearby.

The female police officer seemed to notice something was wrong with the man. She spoke twice into the intercom and quickly walked into the coffee shop.

But after looking around, I didn't see the college student wearing thick glasses.

"Hello, sir. What could I order?" The young lady in charge of taking orders at the counter asked with a smile.

"Did you see a man wearing thick glasses and dressed like a college student come in just now?" asked the female police officer.

"Oh, yes. He came in and asked where the restroom was. He paid us twenty dollars to make a cup of their signature coffee, and then went to the restroom..."

Before Dianjia could finish his words, the female police officer's sixth sense instantly realized that something was wrong. She pulled out her gun and headed towards the toilet.

But when she went in, she didn't see the college student at all, and she also found a footprint outside the window.

"Calling headquarters, calling headquarters, the bank robbery suspect has been found!"

"In Itaewon Street, Cafe XXX, the suspect ran away from the toilet window!"

"Note the characteristics: around twenty years old, wearing thick glasses, and wearing a blue university uniform. Repeat..."

The policewoman rushed out of the coffee shop in a hurry to track the suspect, but she didn't expect that at this moment, there was a figure in the top partition of the toilet, struggling to support the wall with his hands and feet, with veins bulging on his forehead and his face flushed.

The worst thing was that large amounts of blood oozed out of his abdomen, even dripping onto the gusset plate.

......

Half an hour later, Qin Feng re-bandaged the wound.

From a college student, he has transformed into a pale middle-aged man.

The uncle didn't have much hair on his head, had a mustache at the corners of his mouth, and was wearing a dirty jacket.

If you throw it into a crowd, no one will even glance at it.

Earlier, after taking the half-dead Wen Youbin away, they were hunted down frantically.

For safety reasons, Qin Feng finally decided to part ways with Xu Wu, and he drove the people to evacuate.

He evacuated in another direction, making some noise along the way to attract attention.

Qin Feng hid here and there and changed his identity again and again along the way, but the investigation on the other side was too strict. In addition, the Kimchi Aunt was also a very scary existence. Her reconnaissance and willingness capabilities were basically comparable to those of the Chaoyang masses, making it really hard to guard against her.

Moreover, the kimchi side also has a similar trick, such as "Palace Jade Wine, 180 per cup", which is specially used to identify foreigners...

Qin Feng touched the gunshot wound in his abdomen which was aching slightly. He knew that it was not advisable to stay here for long and he had to find a way to escape quickly.

So he stopped a yellow taxi, got in and told her his destination.

The driver started the meter and slowly started the car.

On the way, Qin Feng felt a little heavy.

I don’t know if it’s because of excessive blood loss from the wound, but my head feels a little dizzy.

Before he could react, he fell headfirst into the back seat of the taxi and lost consciousness.

The driver adjusted the rearview mirror slightly, glanced at Qin Feng who was unconscious in the back seat, and sneered.

He put on sunglasses and simply pressed a few buttons. The taxi immediately switched to a new driving system and lowered the car body a bit.

The driver turned on the music and stepped on the accelerator. The engine roared like a beast and weaved through the traffic at lightning speed...