The border guards are primarily responsible for daily border control, anti-smuggling, and immigration checks.
But for 315, they are mostly ornamental.
A row of guards stood at the checkpoint, weapons in hand, patrolling back and forth.
Under the headlights of passing vehicles, they looked imposing, full of pressure.
Exiting or entering the border required routine checks; it's the rule.
When the convoy reached the checkpoint, there was a line of cars ahead waiting for inspection. Although 315 Avenue is dangerous, it is the center of trade, so there are particularly many convoys.
Halfway through, An 2 got out and went to the leading black bulletproof car.
He sat in the passenger seat and didn't get out, just rolled down the window, revealing a handsome face.
Seeing his striking face, the guard saluted him, and the locked gate of the checkpoint was opened.
The patrolling gendarme immediately understood and cleared a passage.
