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"Okay, then what do you think our next move should be?" Zhang Xiaobei said, lifting his leg and kicking the one-armed middle-aged man aside, then stepping over to the leader of the middle-aged men.
As Zhang Xiaobei continued to advance toward him, the leading middle-aged man swallowed hard.
"I don't know, brother, which checkpoint are you aiming for?"
"The hidden sentry, six kilometers to the left," Zhang Xiaobei said with a smile to the man in front of him.
"So we walk straight ahead for about one kilometer, then take a left, where there'll be two large trees. We turn right at the trees, and then proceed for about..."
As the leader of the middle-aged men was speaking, Zhang Xiaobei pressed the gun against his head mid-sentence.
"Where are you trying to take me, huh? Are you leading me to those sentries, or do you want to get me killed instead?"
