Obviously, they were accustomed to the movements of their companions rummaging through boxes and cabinets in various rooms. The movements that Harbala and Pan Guan deliberately made did not attract too much attention from the soldiers who were also searching for the looting.

Looking at the crack of the door cracked by the buttstock, all the soldiers in the corridor entered various rooms. Pan Guan immediately waved to Harbala, opened the door lightly, and flashed into another room next to the door.

Unexpectedly, the enemy was already close. The two soldiers who were picking up valuable items in the room did not look back, but were only burying their heads in the mess and searching. One of the soldiers even shouted without raising their heads: "This is all garbage! There is nothing..."

It jumped gently like a raccoon cat, Pan Guan jumped gently to the side of the soldier who was talking, locked the soldier's neck with one hand, and the self-defense pistol held in the other hand was unceremoniously inserted into the soldier's wide open mouth: "Don't make a sound! I understand?"

He stared at Pan Guan, who was close to him in horror. The soldier who was restrained by Pan Guan watched his companion with his neck being pinched by Harbala and lifted up in the air. He twisted his neck like a branch. A large piece of his legs suddenly became wet, and he didn't directly slump down.

Smelling the fishy smell suddenly at the end of his nose, Pan Guan dangerously pressed the soldier who was restrained to the ground, quickly pulled out the barrel of the gun stuffed into the soldier's mouth, and pushed it hard on the soldier's eyebrows: "What is the identity?"

Obviously because of fear, the soldiers who were pressed to the ground by Pan Guan even had their pupils scattered, and their responses seemed to be stuttering: "Guard...Guard Brigade..."

I quickly recalled the information provided by Sun Zhao, about the various information about the United Emirates Defense Forces of Bissau. Pan Guanding added more and more strength to the gun barrel between the soldier's eyebrows: "Lie! The guard brigade is responsible for the defense of the capital of Bissau. It is a two-day drive from Raman City, the capital of Bissau. Do you want to tell me that you had left your troops before the riots?"

His eyes stared straight at Pan Guanding's self-defense pistol on his eyebrows, and the soldiers pressed on the ground on their backs whispered in fear: "They are all scattered... The Guard Brigade... And the Capital Brigade... All scattered back to their respective tribes... Just a week ago..."

As if he hadn't heard the incoherent words of the soldier who was pressed down by himself, Pan Guan whispered: "How many of you are?"

"More than four hundred people..."

“How many people have come to the farm?”

"More than two hundred people..."

“How many people stayed in the farm?”

“More than fifty people…”

“Where did the others go?”

"It's scattered... there are some farms around. They have scattered them and some have returned to the tribal settlements..."

Without leaving any chance to think for the soldiers who were pressed down, Pan Guan asked questions one by one, allowing the soldier who was pressed down to him to tell everything he knew. Seeing that Pan Guan learned about all the robbers in the farm in just one minute, Halbala, who was standing by the door on the alert task, gently pressed the button of the communicator: "The situation of the armed personnel in the farm is basically consistent with what we observed!"

From the communicator, Tang Guoming's unusually stable voice came quickly: "Ask him where are the Chinese people on the farm?"

Hearing Tang Guoming's question from the synchronous communication, Pan Guan immediately lowered his voice and shouted to the soldier who was pressed down by him: "Where are the people on the farm?!"

Swallowing with difficulty, the soldiers who were pressed to the ground by Pan Guan stuttered and replied: "I don't know... When I arrived at the farm, the first group of people who rushed into the farm had left... I didn't see any outsiders in the farm..."

Before he finished speaking, Harbala, who was standing by the door alert, suddenly raised a slap at Pan Guan and said to Pan Guan with his lips: "The target is coming!"

He slashed the Adam's apple of the soldier who was pressed over with force. Pan Guan didn't even look at it and suddenly hunched over and began to spasm, and rushed to the door in one step. When he heard the footsteps outside the door were only one step away from the door, Pan Guan suddenly opened the door and quickly flashed into the door.

Almost at the moment when Pan Guan made way for the door, Harbala suddenly stepped across the step and stood at the door, stretched out his left hand and pulled a soldier with a look of surprise at the door into the room. His right hand, which had already tightened the broad blade, swung his force from bottom to top, and the strong steel hilt had hit the protruding Adam's apple of the soldier who was dragged into the door.

He took the opportunity to hold the soldier who fell down. Pan Guan gently shattered the Adam's apple by Harbala, and the soldier who was constantly twitching and convulsing, then he squatted and walked to the door carefully, and looked towards the corridor.

The corridor was empty, but in the rooms near the corridor, there were some sounds of rumbling through boxes and cabinets, and from time to time there were a few curses.

After silently calculating the distance between several rooms on both sides of the corridor, Pan Guan turned around and waved to Harbala, then raised his hand and pointed to the light that had been broken in the middle of the corridor, which was somewhat unstable due to the unstable voltage.

Understandably, Harbala grabbed a porcelain teacup thrown on the ground, raised her hand and smashed it to the only electric light in the corridor. With the explosion of the light bulb being smashed, the entire corridor suddenly turned dark. From several rooms on both sides of the corridor, the sound of pulling the bolts was quickly heard. After a moment, a rough shout came from the room closest to Pan Guan: "Benbino, what's going on?"

After lowering his voice, Pan Guan also imitated the man who asked with a strong accent in English and shouted loudly: "What's going on? Who broke the light bulb!?"

Listening to Pan Guan, he also asked, and from another room far away from Pan Guan, a hesitant voice sounded tentatively: "I don't know... is it because of the voltage?"

Perhaps the sky is really beautiful. Just as the hesitant sound just sounded, the light bulbs in all the rooms on both sides of the corridor really burst out due to unstable voltage. The entire second-floor corridor was also in a darkness...

Amidst the rough and cursing, Pan Guan and Harbala both carried the automatic weapon behind her, held the self-defense pistol equipped with silencers in their hands, and then pressed the night vision device on their eyes, then tiptoed towards the two different rooms...
Chapter completed!