Chapter 754: Bored, let's have a chat

"Who is that?" one person asked.

"Huaxia! Only Huaxia brought a woman," their companion replied indifferently.

But just as their words fell, a ghostly figure was already standing before them...

It was exactly the person they had just been talking about... the woman!

An Yinan tapped a tree branch with her dagger, then said in fluent English, "Don't discuss women; women often have bad tempers, understand?"

After she finished speaking, she left directly, her swaggering manner suggesting she had nothing to fear.

Internationally, Huaxia was timid and cautious, striving to seek survival.

They had entered the Gun King Special Training, so why did it feel like the international situation had undergone a massive change?

Where did the problem lie?

"Why do you care about them?" Zhang Qian put away his mounted rifle; he had set it up to prepare for battle, fearing those two might fire a cold shot, but he hadn't expected An Yinan to simply go over, issue a threat, and return as if nothing had happened.

An Yinan looked at Zhang Qian, "I'm bored, let's chat."

Zhang Qian...

In Chen Xun's eyes, there was hidden doting; others didn't understand, but he saw it clearly—she was planting a seed in everyone's heart, letting those people know she had seen through their disguises, knew their positions, and that even her agile figure would leave them with a memory.

Whenever they wanted to make a move, that split second of hesitation would be enough.

An Yinan shrugged her shoulders and continued walking forward nonchalantly.

"An Yinan, is she sick in the head?"

After she left, those two people crawled out of the grass pile helplessly; their faces were covered in green, indistinguishable from the surrounding grass, and with half their bodies buried in the ground, it was impossible for them to have been exposed.

"She was able to find us."

"We've been here for three days, with countless people coming and going, yet only she found us. Do you still think she's sick? Idiot!" the other person snapped angrily.

It was clearly outstanding reconnaissance ability, and far too outstanding at that!

Keen observation, a sharp mind, and...

It had to be said, he understood her open scheme.

These few people from Huaxia were too terrifying; he needed to continue pondering the cooperation the United States was seeking.

Over there, the four of them were just walking along so swaggeringly, without any concealment.

"Don't go~" her indifferent eyes suddenly lit up.

That person from the small island nation even felt a sense of despair; he had already been avoiding her, so how did he run into her again?

An Yinan walked up, full of enthusiasm, as if they were old friends reuniting.

"Chat?"

An Yinan pulled his clothes and forced him to sit down; the man retreated to one side, "Say what!"

That accent carried a hint of unnaturalness and a touch of bewilderment.

Weren't they hostile nations? Wasn't it a life-or-death struggle? How could they be chatting?

And looking at this place, was it appropriate to chat?

In the surveillance room...

Weiya watched everything on the screen, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch; at one moment, his brainwaves reached the same frequency as that soldier from the small island nation.

This An Yinan really was a lunatic!

"Seen any people from the United States?" she asked nonchalantly.

The small islander's previously tense body became even more rigid now, and he looked at An Yinan with a hint of unnaturalness.

She...

She couldn't possibly know about the United States' cooperation, could she?

"We're chatting, what are you thinking about? How rude!" An Yinan scolded unhappily.

"Haven't seen them!" the small islander quickly replied, his gaze toward An Yinan carrying a rare hint of fear.

"What? You haven't seen them?"

An Yinan looked at him and leaned in closer, "If you haven't seen them, what are you afraid of? If you haven't seen them, why are you hiding?"

"God doesn't like children who lie, don't you think?"

"You'd better not speak, just listen to me!"

The small islander opened his mouth; so, should he speak or not?

"I don't like dishonest people either!"

"My dagger... it doesn't like them either!"

The small islander was almost in tears; he had to hide from wild beasts, hide from the Americans for fear of being questioned, and hide from the instructors for fear of being executed on the spot—the key was that he also had to hide from the devil, An Yinan.

In the heart of the small islander, An Yinan was the symbol of a devil; no, devils were much cuter than An Yinan...

"Hmm? Nothing you want to say?"

An Yinan's dagger moved constantly in her hand, just like a spinning pen; she was playing with it so skillfully it was dazzling, and the curve of her lips was like the final smile of the Grim Reaper.

The small islander's face turned increasingly pale.

"I can't say it, if I say it, I'll die!"

He was now caught in a dilemma; if he spoke, the United States wouldn't let him go, and if he didn't... this woman in front of him...

"Oh my!"

"So if you talk, the United States won't let you go!"

"Then if you don't talk... my little dagger is hungry and wants to drink blood!"

Her smile was truly enchanting, yet that sharp killing intent made one's heart turn cold.

Just as the small islander was frowning, not knowing what to do, the person beside her suddenly launched an attack; the dagger that had just been like a playful child in her hand instantly stabbed forward.

That person from the small days instinctively dodged backward, flipped his body, and then narrowly avoided this attack.

"I... don't like waiting for people, and I don't necessarily need this answer either."

Her slightly curled pink lips carried a warm arc, but the words she spat out could make a person freeze.

"I'll talk!"

That person from the small days roared immediately, and that angry voice was spoken directly in his native language; this was already an instinct.

But he hadn't expected...

The detestable woman opposite him had also switched to the small days language at this moment.

"No, you don't want to talk."

Her dagger stabbed over once again, and the person from the small days blocked it quickly; the moment the daggers touched, he felt his hand go numb, unable to muster much strength.

Is this a woman?

Who can tell him, is this mother-fucking woman? Bastard!

Which country came up with the idea to specifically name this devil? If they wanted her, why didn't they deal with her themselves, instead of framing their island nation?

"I'll talk!" the person from the small days said again.

An Yinan suddenly stopped her attack, and that person from the small days still instinctively blocked for a moment, then awkwardly put his guard down.

"Speak! Are you waiting for me to beg you?" She raised her eyebrows; this person from the small days didn't seem very bright, and she was afraid that if she kept playing, she would break him—shouldn't a standard pig be raised for a few more days?

It's a bit early to send him to slaughter now!

"In the southwest corner," the person from the small days said quickly, without a hint of hesitation.

An Yinan smiled, walked forward, and looking at his guarded expression, An Yinan gently patted his shoulder, "Good, how much better it would have been to be like this earlier."

After she finished speaking, she waved her hand, "Brothers, let's go, southwest corner."