He sprinted like a wolf, with unstoppable momentum.
As the world spun around her, Ying Lin'er only felt as if her body had taken flight.
But in the eyes of those on the other side, the scene was far too exaggerated.
Taking three steps as one, Mu Fan held a young girl and leaped onto a cargo container with a thud. Then he jumped down heavily again, sending dust flying everywhere.
"They're charging at us!..."
The outermost man in sunglasses muttered.
"Should we charge them head-on?"
The guy in the middle did not seem to be thinking too clearly.
"Charge my ass, run! This isn't a mission, remember, this isn't a mission!"
The innermost man in sunglasses slapped his teammate across the head.
If they charged, he would be the first to die. Charge what? This was not a military mission at all. If they died outside of a mission, there would be no outcome other than humiliation.
The state would not offer special compensation just because the Moles had requested support.
He was not afraid of death, but he absolutely could not accept dying for nothing because of his allies' incompetence.
"Run?" The other two still had not caught up, but when the speaker turned and ran without hesitation, even they knew what to do next.
Thus, in Mu Fan's eyes, the three turned and fled, moving as though they feared their parents had given them two legs too few.
After Mu Fan ran twenty meters, the sharp sound of a vehicle starting came from the end of the road, and the engine's roar instantly faded into the distance.
What was going on?
Mu Fan was a little stunned, but upon hearing the vehicle behind him come to a stop, he still kept his head down and ran.
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