Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!

K7 nodded and said, “Now, ask your men to squat in the empty space in front.”

“Did you hear what this gentleman said? Why are you still standing there? All of you, squat in the empty space in front of me.” Avra roared at his subordinates.

After his subordinates squatted on the empty ground, he showed a smile that was uglier than his crying face to K7 and said, “Sir! Are you satisfied with this?”

Avra didn’t mind bending down now because he knew that he had to lower his head now. But later… that might not be the case anymore!

As long as there was a chance, he would let these foreign friends see their maker!

K7 ignored Avra and said calmly to his comrade, “Didn’t Z7 admire the weapons these people were holding just now? Now, these are all ours. However, I don’t like the M-type rifle that was aimed at my head just now.”

“I don’t like it either.” G3 felt the same way and said, “I don’t like these people either.”

These people would not be let off.

Xia Jinyuan locked the black man that was being held captive and said to Ye Jian, “Hold him and retreat from our car. We’ll clear the scene.” This time, they were communicating in Chinese.

These bandits, whose hands were stained with blood, didn’t know what language he was speaking. After they were forced back, Avra, who was filled with anger, realized that something was wrong.

Especially when he saw a foreign friend who was taller than him stepping on the weapon he had snatched with much difficulty, he felt terrible.

He had brushed shoulders with death multiple times to snatch these weapons. However, these people didn’t care at all!

Wait, what are they trying to do?

Avra, whose neck was held by a knife, was forced to step back. There was fear on his face. K7 said in the local language here, “Step back. Don’t pick up your weapons.”

Avra felt the aura of death. As Ye Jian retreated, the dagger was slightly away from his neck. Avra resisted.

The black man who had a gun hidden behind his waist suddenly pulled out his gun and fired at K7.

Bang!

Gunshots were fired. The lives of these bandits, who specialized in robbing passers-by, started to count down.

The black man who opened fire first didn’t have a second chance to shoot. K7 shot him in the head with the pistol in his hand. The bullet flew past him. The bandit who wasn’t tall and looked a little skinny fell to the ground with a bang.

Red blood and white brain matter quickly flowed out from the back of his head.

The gun was a small-caliber gun. The entry wound was small, but the bullet twisted through the brain and passed through the skull tissue. Then, it spun out. There was a hole about the size of a walnut in the exit wound.

The dagger in Ye Jian’s hand slashed toward Avra’s throat. Her movements were extremely fast. Like a bolt of lightning, she took care of the robber who was thinking of hitting on her just now.

Avra didn’t expect that he wouldn’t be able to escape from a woman. He widened his eyes in pain. He felt liquid rushing out of his neck.

“Coo… Coo… Coo…” He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He only kept repeating the syllable ‘coo’. Soon, even the cooing stopped.