At the same time, the Muay Thai expert silently appeared on Lin Beichen's exit path.
He held his breath, waiting for the moment, and only when Lin Beichen was fully exposed in his attack range did he suddenly strike out with a punch.
However, Lin Beichen seemed to have anticipated it, and as the Muay Thai expert threw his punch, Beichen nimbly shifted his position.
Feeling the wind of the punch brushing past, he quickly grabbed the other's arm with his left hand and smoothly executed an over-the-shoulder throw.
The Muay Thai expert, of course, was unwilling to admit defeat and tried to lower his center of gravity to stabilize himself.
But Lin Beichen seized the opportunity and aimed a punch at the opponent's vulnerable spot.
The Muay Thai expert broke out in a cold sweat but still clung firmly to Lin Beichen's shoulder.
Lin Beichen's heart skipped a beat, and he looked back to see the National Martial Arts Master approaching him with a serious face.
Facing the encirclement by two opponents, Lin Beichen suddenly laughed.
He pulled out a gun-shaped flashlight from his waist and suddenly pressed the trigger toward the National Martial Arts Master's eyes.
A strong light burst forth, blinding the National Martial Arts Master.
Lin Beichen took the opportunity to retract his punch, coincidentally dodging the opponent's attack.
He leisurely blew a breath, as if he hadn't just been through an intense battle: "Dare to fight me with weapons? You're underestimating me."
The twins exchanged glances, secretly astonished.
They realized that during the confrontation just now, their weapons had indeed played no part.
So the burly man also put down his knife, preparing to face the enemy bare-handed.
Suddenly, Lin Beichen threw a talisman flickering with green light into the air.
The talisman hovered and spun slightly, as if expressing some mysterious power.
The twins, seeing this, didn't overthink it, assuming this was just a tactic by Lin Beichen to prevent them from using firearms or similar weapons.
However, they overlooked an important fact—that one of them was already squinting due to the intense light, greatly affecting his vision.
...
At that moment, the old Taoist finally seized that fleeting moment of enlightenment and shouted, "We've been deceived!"
Everyone cast puzzled looks at him, and the old Taoist began explaining his discovery, "Putting aside their motive for not killing us, think about how a mercenary could afford to bury at least two layers of landmines over such a vast area?"
Flying Eagle suddenly realized that they'd been confined by conventional military thinking, believing that laying landmines, while difficult, wasn't an impossible task.
However, they had overlooked the enormous disparity in funds and resources between mercenaries and the military, "Damn it! We were hoodwinked by him!" Flying Eagle said through gritted teeth.
"So there probably aren't any landmines here, it's just that the dirt has been overturned?" Blaze crouched down, carefully observing the marks on the ground with a frown, "But that doesn't make sense either; the ground really looks like something's been buried and then refilled."
"There are two possibilities now," Thunder said in a deep voice, "One is that some random things were buried to distract us; the other is that there are indeed landmines, but only in this one area."
"We can't afford to gamble whether there are landmines here," the old Taoist said, looking into the distance, "Moreover, I think the second possibility is greater."
He didn't make this statement without reason, having noticed the alleged high-tech transmitter that Joseph had discarded on the ground earlier.
"So what are you suggesting…?" Flying Eagle had decided to temporarily follow the old Taoist's advice.
After all, the old Taoist clearly had more authority in this operation.
The old Taoist said solemnly, "We go around!"
This was currently the safest plan, avoiding any potential landmines while continuing to move forward and seek out their comrades.
Wild Ox understood they'd been played, and furiously waved his fists, saying, "Next time, I'll definitely give that guy a beating!"
His straightforward nature and immense strength made him all the more formidable when enraged.
However, just then the door of the car across from them suddenly opened, and Joseph stepped out.
His expression was indifferent, hands in his pockets, as his gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on the old Taoist's face: "You can go, see if I dare to kill you all."
He spoke with a calm demeanor, yet his words revealed an undeniable authority and murderous intent.
Clearly, he had no intention of letting these Special Forces soldiers who had seen through his tactics go lightly.
Joseph, a 36-year-old unmarried man, and captain of the Dogtooth Mercenary, had an illustrious record.
Except for the time he was forced to fail against a siege by the special forces of three countries totaling over a hundred people, he consistently won missions at minimal cost.
Because of this, he was praised as the "Hound of the Black Night."
After that rare failure, he had thrown himself into battle for someone, single-handedly breaking through the encirclement of three Special Forces units with another person.
Blaze peered at the data, lost in deep thought. Recalling Joseph's previously confident expression, a singularity flashed in his mind, suggesting he was close to the truth.
It was clear that Joseph's actions were still for the person he had once risked his life to save.
Moreover, it seemed there were some ideals dividing them. However, the key question was, for whom exactly was Joseph working?