Chapter 446 - 445
Five L85A1 assault rifles aimed squarely at Ye Tian.
My goodness, all British-made, this move is no joke.
Facing five pairs of vigilant eyes, Ye Tian didn’t make any reckless moves. He was awesome himself, but these guys were no slouches either; they were armed, after all. The reason why the Dogleg Curved Knife from Nepal carved out its place in the military knife world wasn’t just for its rugged, fierce design, but more importantly, its intrinsic fierceness. Could a nation that forged the Dogleg Curved Knife be a nation that lets itself be bullied?
Seeing this man raise his hands indicated he understood English, so a soldier continued to ask, "Who are you, and where are you from?"
Ye Tian put on a pitiful expression, "I ended up here being chased by bad guys, I mean no offense to your country."
"Hmph, were you thrown down here by the bad guys?"
Disbelief plastered across the soldier’s face.
Ye Tian was at a loss for words; they weren’t fools, probably had started watching him the moment he fell from the ice.
"Move!"
Three soldiers surrounded Ye Tian, their guns pointed at his body, fingers on the trigger. They were seasoned warriors, defending the border required constant vigilance against shadowing, be it cross-border drug traffickers or smuggling rings, fighting was inevitable. Even without fighting, just enduring the harsh weather was enough to spark aggressiveness.