Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!

The phone kept securely in his pocket vibrated. Amidst the shaking and the vibration, G3 turned around and took out his phone. He glanced at it secretly. It was a series of numbers. He wasn’t supposed to read it from the start. He needed to read it from the end.

The first group of numbers was a set of coordinates of a city boundary. The second was the coordinates of an area. The third set was the coordinates of a province and the last was the exact coordinates.

After reading the message, G3 immediately deleted it and returned his phone to the factory setting. This was the most direct and safest method. It was easy and fast.

If they haven’t received any news from K7 after 3 pm, he would meet up with Xia Jinyuan and get rid of the ‘snakes’ they lured to the Southern Province first. Then, they would return to the battleground to look for their comrades. Whether he was dead or alive, they needed to find their comrade!

Desert no one, never give up!

G3 pulled the straw hat he was wearing over his face and continued resting with his eyes closed. It would be more than an hour before he reaches the Southern Province. He can use this time to have a good rest.

At this moment, Hou Zi was bringing Xia Jinyuan and Ye Jian to his weapons warehouse.

The entire warehouse was filled with wooden display cases. They were like those counters jewelry shops had to display their jewelry. The guns were placed one by one in a disorderly and messy manner. It seemed as if no one had come to maintain them for quite some time.

Xia Jinyuan glanced around him and said to Hou Zi, “Brother Zi, this is a small-scale weapons armory. If something huge happens one day, this will be the first place you have to get rid of.”

“I’ve already thought of what you said. That’s why all the cabinets here are made of wood. If something really happens in the future, I will burn this place down.” Hou Zi replied with a natural expression. The contour of his eyes was so beautiful they seemed to be drawn by an artist. He gave a cold-blooded gaze with his phoenix eyes. “A dangerous person having the most dangerous things. It’s a protection as well as the most direct evidence of his crime.”

“I have a hobby of collecting guns but I know that our country bans it. After buying them through various methods, I displayed them like showpieces.” There was no one beside Hou Zi. Even his personal bodyguards stayed outside the villa. This proved how careful he was in this matter.

He took a shotgun and smiled as he said to Ye Jian, “This has a capacity of 6 bullets. Does it look like a hunting gun?”

He didn’t want to continue this topic so Xia Jinyuan didn’t mention it anymore. He turned and started picking guns.

“The old term for this gun is hunting rifle or musket. Now, it is known as a fowling piece. Brother Zi, it’s not whether this looks like a hunting rifle or not. This Benelli M1, which was manufactured in 1995, is a hunting rifle.” Ye Jian took the hunting rifle made by the Bernelli Corporation and gently stroked the barrel. Under Hou Zi’s astounded gaze, she said calmly, “This was created for soldiers and policemen. It has a recoil automatic mode. This series of guns use aluminum alloy magazines. It’s light, sturdy, and durable.”

Unfortunately, it wasn’t suitable for Xia Jinyuan or her. Six bullets, no matter how powerful each shot was, wasn’t enough. The gun was too long and inconvenient to carry.

Hou Zi’s impression of Ye Jian changed entirely again. “You knew all these? Ye Jian, are you really a senior high student? Did you hide your real age? Are you really a student?”

As Ye Jian was speaking, Xia Jinyuan had picked up a Colt M2000 Revolver.