Ji Muhan gave a cold laugh, her first words filled with merciless sarcasm, "Could it be that you haven't been on the battlefield for a while, and you can't even do something like completely annihilating the enemy anymore? Sure enough, recuperation only makes people weaker and more incompetent!"

The implication is—

You eat the army's food, use the army's supplies, and even receive the army's allowances, yet you can't even solve the problem of such a small number of people. What use are you then?

For a moment, everyone who heard the message on their communicators twitched their lips in embarrassment. The voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally cold and sarcastic. Their heads involuntarily lowered slightly, as if they felt ashamed to be seen.

Caught off guard, everyone was hit by Ji Muhan's venom. Without exception, they all received his baptism, even the Qilin Special Forces team sent from Beijing...

Although Ji Muhan's words were harsh and showed no regard for others' feelings, her words were like daggers that pierced their very hearts.

But no one dared to talk back!

Because what he said was true. Although these people were well-equipped and numerous, they were ultimately just ordinary people who had not undergone rigorous training. The fact that they were able to hold out for so long was indeed a disgrace to the special forces.

If this were said back, the special operations brigade members would probably find it unbelievable and look at them differently.

How dare they call themselves the special forces within the special forces? The elite of the elite?

Is this what elites are like?

Meanwhile, the members of the Qianglang Special Forces all had the same idea pop into their minds.

Holy crap, their captain's gone crazy again.

He's having another bout of mental illness!

"Zheng Yuancheng, Zhang Yuxuan, you have two minutes to take out all the machine gunners, and then take out all the people in command among them!"

"clear."

"clear."

"Jinhua, Mengzi, you four must eliminate all those people behind us within ten minutes and create an opening!"

"Shen Shaolin, you lead your team to wipe out all these people. If they resist, you can deal with them directly. If they surrender, you can drive them to a corner and wait for the police to come and take over."

Shen Shaolin couldn't help but click his tongue and shake his head, silently pitying himself. How could he have been brothers with such a lunatic for so many years? He wondered how he had managed to put up with it.

As he dealt with the enemy, he silently felt sorry for himself, cultivating a noble image of enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens for himself...

Ji Muhan glanced at him indifferently. Even without mind-reading abilities, he could guess that Shen Shaolin was probably thinking some random, nonsensical things. Normally, he wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson...

but…

At this point, he no longer had the energy or time to waste on such trivial matters, so Shen Shaolin was particularly lucky to escape a calamity!

"You have full command here. After you've dealt with this, do everything you can to pinpoint Mo Yanyu and the others' location and rush over to rescue them!"

Shen Shaolin thought for a moment and realized something was wrong. After Ji Muhan announced everything, he felt something was amiss and finally realized what was going on!

Ji Muhan then went berserk, charging out and charging into battle without even needing to find a hiding place. She opened fire everywhere with her submachine gun, and for a time, the enemy was suppressed by Ji Muhan and couldn't even raise their heads.

The moment an enemy looked up, they immediately became a target, and Zheng Yuancheng, who was upstairs, sniped them in the head with a single shot.

Seeing this, Shen Shaolin was filled with anxiety and was also worried about Ji Muhan's audacity.

"Liangzi, Qi Guang, you two stay put and provide covering fire."

After giving his instructions, Shen Shaolin rushed forward without saying a word, following Ji Muhan.

Amidst the flying bullets and carnage, the two of them were like flames against the light, unstoppable.

Those three months of hellish training camp for special forces soldiers weren't for nothing, even under such gunfire.

Both he and Ji Muhan were incredibly lucky; neither of them was shot…

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