Chapter 512 Robbery x Beautiful Lady (92)

Jaguars are lively and warlike. Although Shen Yuan had chosen the most docile one, it still destroyed Shen Yuan's room in just one morning.

The bed was torn and the feathers stuffed in the pillow were flying everywhere. There was no choice but for Chen Yuan to take the restless little guy out.

The two guards looked at each other and didn't stop him.

Knowing that there were wild beasts in the mountains, Chen Yuan naturally did not dare to go there again with a cub that had no fighting ability. He only dared to wander around the base where the armed forces were stationed.

"Ouch! Ouch!"

The little tiger didn't want to be held in her arms and kept struggling, so Shen Yuan had to put it down.

But as soon as the little guy's paws touched the ground, he rolled around and his clean fur was soon covered with dust.

The little tiger grunted and walked in front of Shen Yuan with his head held high, as if he was a little bodyguard.

As soon as an armed soldier walked by, its hair would stand on end, its teeth would bare, and it would make threatening growls from its throat.

Shen Yuan found it funny and followed the little tiger quietly.

It was a tiny ball, without even fully grown teeth or claws. When it strode with its head held high, its chubby little butt would wiggle from side to side. It posed no danger at all, and the patrolling armed forces were so amused that they couldn't hold back their laughter.

Shen Yuan had been in a gloomy mood for almost a week, but thanks to the appearance of this little thing, his mood brightened up a lot.

As I walked, I unknowingly arrived at the training ground. It was training time at the moment. There were about a hundred young children in camouflage uniforms on the training ground. They were candidate armed forces who had passed the physical screening and were about to receive training.

Listening to their vigorous and unwavering slogans, Shen Yuan's heart moved, and he inevitably thought of the girl who died in the artillery fire.

Her eyes felt slightly hot, so she rubbed them, took a deep breath to calm herself down, and bent down to hold the little tiger in her arms.

The little tiger struggled only a little this time and didn't move anymore.

As soon as she entered the training ground, an armed soldier noticed Shen Yuan's arrival. Worried that she might be hurt by brandishing swords and guns, he hurried to meet her.

Chen Yuan shook his head and refused the special "care".

The visitor understood and quickly retreated.

These reserve armed forces are children selected from surrounding villages, and their physical fitness and height meet the standards.

They have learned all the means to make a living since childhood. Their dark skin and muscles that do not belong to their age are symbols of suffering.

The clanging sound of swords clashing stung people's eardrums, it was extremely clear and obvious.

"My sister is not what you call a deserter, not at all!"

The boy's angry voice reached his ears. Shen Yuan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a little boy who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, holding a spear and pointing it at a group of people opposite.

The moment she saw his dark and shiny pupils, Shen Yuan was stunned in place for a moment as if she had been struck by lightning.

These eyes are surprisingly similar to Iggy's.

Upon closer inspection, his facial features bear some resemblance to Iggy's.

Soon, Shen Yuan knew his name.

"You damned Iranians! How dare you point a gun at me! Your sister is a worthless deserter, otherwise why would she accept such a random mission? She just wanted to escape!"

The news spread throughout their village that Iran's sister Iji had escaped by joining the armed forces, but was blown to death, leaving no trace of her body.

A rumor so crude, yet many people believed it.

How could Iggy, a little girl, be chosen by the armed forces and earn so much money?

The rumors grew more and more intense in a small village, and they wished they could go to the battlefield to fight over Iggy's flesh and blood, crush it again, and spit on it.

"My sister! Not a deserter!"

Iran objected loudly, tears welling up in his eyes, but the arm gripping the gun handle was incredibly firm, without even the slightest tremor.

Are you scared?

He was naturally afraid at such a young age, but when they insulted his sister, he was not afraid at all. His dark and pretty little face was covered with tears.

The crowd's sneers and boos became louder. Iran, alone and with no one to rely on, was just an object that they could bully at will.

"Your sister is a deserter! Don't deny it! Damn Iran! You and your sister are both deserters! You are not worthy of joining the armed forces!"

"Hahahaha! The Yi family's two siblings are deserters!"

The laughter was overwhelming, and Iran's face turned red with anger, but he didn't know how to refute it. He just repeated over and over again, "My sister is not a deserter."

He seemed to have these seven words engraved in his bones and refuted them countless times in the past two months.

"His sister is not a deserter."

A completely different tone, spoken from the mouth of a beautiful oriental woman.

For a moment, everyone looked over. Amidst their curious gazes, Shen Yuan slowly walked to Iran, then reached out and touched Iran's furry head, and repeated it again.

"Your sister is not a deserter."

Iran argued for too long, and suddenly someone walked up to him. He was stunned for several seconds before raising his tearful face.

"Do you... do you know my sister?"

His eyes were filled with anticipation and nervousness, and he desperately wanted to get Shen Yuan's affirmation.

Shen Yuan nodded, her voice very soft and soothing.

"Yes, I know your sister."

Those kids bullied the weak and feared the strong. When they saw a completely unfamiliar woman, they pushed each other and took two steps back, not daring to speak.

Shen Yuan pushed Iran's back and said, "The best way to shut someone up is with your fists."

She glanced at the crowd, "Go, beat them down."