To be safe, the security captain still stood by the street, planning to take the last car.
The extended version of the black sedan crushed the road debris, the red wine inside gently swaying.
It was about to pass through the checkpoint and leave this place.
But.
"Wait a moment."
A cold, hard voice sounded, the unfamiliar Lou Yue language reached Chen Feng's ears, automatically translated by the Star Spirit.
Click!
In an instant, all the armed soldiers raised their guns again, aiming, and the heavy machine gun and cannon on the armored car also shifted direction.
"Iron River Colonel?"
The security captain's face slightly changed as he stood next to the convoy, looking up at the colonel on the armored car.
Brown-yellow skin, a cold face in his thirties.
Without a word of response, the man overlooked the extended sedan, his brown eyes piercing through the bulletproof car windows like knives, sweeping over the small holes.
