It seemed that on this trip to the Qian Ling Mausoleum, besides being wary of the mausoleum's own traps and arrays, they had to be cautious of enemies lurking behind them.
You thanked Zi Qian and hung up the phone, then turned to Dong Fangxiao beside you and asked, "Miss Dong, how good is your shooting technique?"
Dong Fangxiao looked up at you, smiled slightly, and said, "It's passable."
"Once inside the mausoleum, the enemies behind will have lost track of you."
Dong Fangxiao raised her eyebrows and smiled, "No problem."
As she spoke, you took a Type 54 pistol from Dong Fangxiao's black travel bag, checked it quickly, and then tucked it into your waistband.
On seeing your movements, Dong Fangxiao laughed and said, "I didn't expect it, but you're quite skilled with a gun."
You grinned at her and replied, "It's passable."
The next morning, just as a sliver of dawn began to lighten the sky, four figures were slowly walking along the ridge of a field.
