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Colonel Niedifi who thought himself as the master of the situation never expected that Ye Zheng would actually make a move against him.

His eyes were wide open, and he tried in vain to cover the wound with his hands. But his arteries had already been cut, so how could he stop the bleeding?

He wanted to call out to the guards outside and downstairs, but he couldn't speak.

With a thump, his body fell to the ground.

Ye Zheng's gaze was as cold as an iceberg, staring straight into the colonel's eyes.

He slowly extended two fingers, and between them was a half blade of a razor.

"I was going to give you a quick death, like a bullet through your forehead. "But you aren't worthy."

Ye Zheng opened his mouth and said: "In the last bit of your life, repent for your sins."

Colonel Niedifi clenched his teeth, his body twitching, feeling that it was getting colder and colder.

This was a sign of excessive blood loss.

"You colluding with drug dealers is a matter of your country's affairs."

Ye Zheng continued, "You should not have killed the crew members of our country, you should not have killed Liu Li. Since you guys took Liu Li's head and put it in a fruit box as a gift, you should have the awareness to face my anger and vengeance. "

"You … will not... "Let go …"

Colonel Niedifi opened his eyes one by one from the gaps between his teeth.

Ye Zheng knew that his meaning was: I can't escape the Siamese military after murdering a high ranking military officer.

"You don't have to worry about that."

Ye Zheng laughed and said: "I'm starting to miss our reinforced concrete jungle. Good luck in another world. "

Colonel Niedifi's eyes gradually lost their luster and his body became motionless.

Ye Zheng walked out and the two guards looked at him in confusion.

Ye Zheng said, "Colonel is tired and wants to stay alone for a while. You can all go back in later. "

The two guards looked at each other and exchanged a few words with each other in the Siamese language.

Just then, Ye Zheng's heart trembled: They do not understand Chinese.

One of the guards knocked on the door of the meeting room and shouted loudly in Siamese. It should be a Chinese "Reporting Officer".

Meaning.

If it was broken, so be it.

Ye Zheng quickly made his move. With two palm strikes, he cut the necks of two guards and they collapsed weakly, unconscious.

"Break their necks?"

A crazy and cruel idea suddenly emerged in Ye Zheng's mind.

These guards were just the children of an ordinary family … But, if the Colonel Niedifi colluded with the drug dealers, how much did his subordinates know?

Participate?

If they were involved, why didn't they kill them?

A burst of fanatical emotions took control of Ye Zheng, and he stretched out his hand, placing it on the neck of one of the guards.

Suddenly, Ye Zheng was woken up by the noise.

Turning his head to look, he saw a soldier standing at the end of the corridor, looking at him with a frightened expression.

Ye Zheng hurried over. He had wanted to knock him out, but the soldier suddenly flipped his body and rolled down the stairs. At the same time, he took out his weapon and fired.

"Damn it!"

Ye Zheng understood that he could no longer swagger his way out of here.

The soldiers began gathering in small groups, some of them even holding their weapons.

The soldier who fell down the stairs pointed at Ye Zheng and shouted.

Some of the soldiers were armed and surrounded the small building.

Ye Zheng laughed helplessly.

If they could see Colonel Niedifi's corpse, it would be extremely difficult for him to leave this place.

This town had more than seven hundred Siamese soldiers. Even if he had the wings to soar into the sky, he would still not be able to escape from this trap.

"Since it doesn't go against my original intention, then why should I be afraid of becoming enemies with the entire Siamese?"

A burst of lofty ambitions suddenly surfaced in Ye Zheng's heart.

With a smile on his face, he strode down the small building.

An officer like man shouted loudly in Siamese and ordered his subordinates to go upstairs to check on the situation in Colonel Niedifi. Then, he ordered a few soldiers to search Ye Zheng's body.

The two soldiers carried weapons and searched Ye Zheng's body. Their expressions and actions were a little nervous: They had long heard from their companions that Ye Zheng, this ferocious and evil foreigner, had charged into Song Cai's camp and killed dozens of people.

In their eyes, searching Ye Zheng's body was no different from touching a tiger.

Without any warning, Ye Zheng suddenly attacked, knocked one of them down with his knee, then knocked one out with his elbow and seized the weapon. With a flash of his body, he was already behind the officer.

His movements were as fast as lightning and impossible to catch, let alone counter.

"Put it down …"

The officer's face was ashen as he shouted in broken Chinese.

He knew very little about Chinese, and in times of crisis, it was impossible for him to say a complete sentence.

Dozens of branches M-16 were aimed at Ye Zheng, but no one dared to attack.

Ye Zheng dragged the officer and walked in the direction of the jeep.

According to his plan, he would snatch a jeep, leave this place, and return to his homeland. He would do his best to not kill anyone.

A few soldiers went up to inspect the meeting room, and when they saw Colonel Niedifi's corpse, they screamed in fear, and even more soldiers appeared from the living quarters, surrounding Ye Zheng.

The young officer had a grim expression. He waved at the soldiers, signalling them to put down their weapons. Then he asked Ye Zheng loudly in Chinese: "You killed the Colonel?"

"He deserved to die colluding with the drug lord."

Ye Zheng said indifferently.

"You have no proof. Your country definitely cannot agree to your reckless behavior."

The staff officer's expression changed.

"Even if I have evidence, it will be swallowed up by a huge power."

Ye Zheng sighed: "I'll leave the matters with the Siamese to you two. I just want to avenge my colleagues, that's all. "

"Put down your weapon. We can discuss everything."

the staff officer said.

Ye Zheng snorted coldly, not moving at all.

He dragged the frightened officer as if he were dragging a child, unable to resist.

Finally, Ye Zheng boarded a military jeep and left in a cloud of dust.

"Chase after him and kill him without mercy!"

The staff officer's face was cold, and said to his opponent in the Siamese language.

"He has a hostage."

A junior military officer hesitated and said, "Should we contact their country's embassy first?"

The staff officer shot him a cold glance, thought for a moment, and waved his hand, signaling for the soldiers to return to the barracks. He turned around and left, preparing to report and clean up the mess.

He knew that if he forced himself to give chase, even if he were to kill Ye Zheng, his own soldiers would flow with blood.

Besides... With Niederfield and Song Cai dead, the area was a "vacuum of power".

Needs to be filled... Ye Zheng brought along the hostage as he drove for around 10km, but still no one caught up to him.

He dropped the captive officer off the truck and headed north, toward the border.

Ye Zheng understood in his heart that he had caused quite a disaster by killing a foreign high ranking officer.

I wonder what the military will do to me... However, he had already avenged his great grudge, so he had no regrets.