The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 423 - 422

If it were simply an issue of armaments, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. However, the problem is far more complex; intelligence indicates that behind this group of drug traffickers is an international drug trafficking organization. They possess not only high operational efficiency and sophisticated equipment but also a tightly organized structure. Their internal investigations are thorough; infiltrating undercover agents three times in a row, all were discovered and brutally murdered, their bodies abandoned at the doorstep of the Public Security Bureau on snowy nights.

This drug trafficking network is like a massive tumor, constantly disrupting the border’s peace and order. As they watched the opposing force’s military capability grow stronger, Huaxia’s military finally made the decision that they must thoroughly destroy this drug network.

"Brother, when are we taking action?"

"Just wait a bit longer."

Ye Tian had lain motionless in a snowy nest for half an hour. Though not a very long time, it was formidable for someone lying in the highlands of Tibet. Therefore, Wolf was quite satisfied with the person beside him and had also retracted the scorn he previously harbored.

Snipers are proud; no one likes to have a deadweight tagging along.

"Why not wipe these people out earlier? It would have prevented them from growing and becoming powerful."

Wolf chuckled; this was the first time he heard the phrase "growing and becoming powerful" used to describe drug traffickers.

"Ever heard of human rights?"

Clearly, Ye Tian had not expected this question and was momentarily unable to respond.

"This is a politically sensitive area. Huaxia dares not cause too much trouble here, considering so many nations across the globe are watching. But those small nations looking to stir up trouble dare to, and so do the big nations enjoying the show from behind the scenes—they all would love to see chaos erupt here. Furthermore, they’ve gone beyond just wishing for it; they’ve taken action. In the past, local Armed Police officers have cracked down on some armed drug traffickers, but due to inaccurate intelligence and various reasons, they were released."

"What’s the issue with that, just deal with it by the book."

A faint smile surfaced on Wolf’s face, a smile devoid of superfluous emotions—neither sad nor indifferent, "Dealing with it by the book would have been fine. There might have been an accident at the time, conflicts arose, and then, mysteriously, photos were taken. These were then blown out of proportion by those nations around a central theme: human rights."

Ye Tian seemed to have pondered over something.

"Don’t worry, if there’s anyone daring enough to take photos now, they’ll simply get their heads blown off by our little Wolf, right, Wolfie?"

A voice came through the earpiece, and Ye Tian could tell it was Little Sichuan speaking. Even though he was trying to speak Mandarin while stifling his voice, the thick Sichuan dialect was unmistakable and completely obvious. Wolf neither smiled nor got angry and said not a word. After hearing the phrase "This is charmless," the earpiece returned to silence.

The person leading the team this time was Mao Niu, the burly man whom Ye Tian referred to as the "gun turret" in his mind.

"Everyone pay attention, do not fire without my command. Wolf, be ready to change positions and provide support at any time. Based on previous intelligence, it’s very likely that the enemy also has their own sniper."

"Understood."

The sound, processed through the earpiece, wasn’t unpleasant to hear, but it felt more weathered than in reality. Wolf’s declaration activated the warrior gene within Ye Tian, igniting a fiery response. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Ye Tian tucked the Type 81 he had acquired into the lining of his clothes, pressing it tightly against his undergarment, fearing that the barrel might freeze over during a shoot-out and potentially burst.

"You’re quite attentive, but why pick an old Type 81 when you have the 95?"

Ye Tian looked at the gun in his hand and laughed, "You have the modern 95 Sniper Rifle, why are you just holding an old Remington from the 80s?"

Both smiled knowingly at each other, especially Wolf, who could feel Ye Tian’s understanding of his gun choice. Indeed, Ye Tian had thought to himself, if he were Wolf, he too would have chosen a prohibited Remington given limited options.

He couldn’t stand the 95 rifle’s protruding scope, exposing the whole head like a rabbit ready to be shot – too ridiculous. Moreover, the material of the 95 rifle – supposedly advanced composite – was, in reality, merely iron and plastic with a short lifespan. Its barrel could easily warp when overheated. Additionally, it’s more complicated construction made it less reliable than the Type 81 in harsh conditions.

"Kid, I don’t care what relationship you have with the company commander, but once the fight starts, no one can look out for you. Although you seem to know a bit about the weapon in your hands, let me tell you, war is nothing like training. If you can perform even one-tenth as well as you do in training during battle, that’s already commendable. Take care of yourself."

"Rest assured, platoon leader, I firmly resolve not to trouble my comrades."

Laughter echoed in the earpiece, which was quickly silenced by Mao Niu’s stern "Attention, all." Several dark spots appeared in the distant ravine, markedly visible and eye-catching against the snowy backdrop.

Ye Tian knew the target had emerged.

He gently drew the rifle from his clothes, loaded the bullets, ready to open fire at any moment.

The shadows drew nearer, their steps small, their wobbly gait uncomfortable to watch. Even though it was difficult to walk in the snow, there was no mountain path here, no reason to move as if they were octogenarians. As the targets approached closer, Little Sichuan’s curses echoed through Ye Tian’s earpiece, "Son of a bitch, damn bastard!"

Indeed, Ye Tian felt like cursing too.

These men were not drug traffickers but local Tibetans, followed by a gun-toting, foul-mouthed individual who was clearly the real dealer. This was the scenario that Wolf had mentioned: using locals to transport drugs to create international pressure on the Huaxia government while allowing traffickers to profit.

What a damn vile tactic!

"Shoot or not?"

"Don’t fire without my command!"

Mao Niu’s voice was resolute.

Reluctantly, everyone watched as the elderly Tibetans, beaten and driven by the scar-faced trafficker, staggered forward. A slow step invited a hit from the butt of an AK47, which would hurt anyone, not to mention the elderly. One old man’s face was already bloodied, striving with his last breath to press on before he finally collapsed. And it was this collapse that revealed why they wore black – it wasn’t clothing but plastic bags of drugs, spilling out packets of narcotics.