If it hadn't been for the superb shooting skills, they would have suspected their boss was an imposter.
The little children watched them with wide eyes while their parents instructed them with teary eyes, "Hurry, thank the two soldiers of the People's Liberation Army."
The little children didn't speak, one of them pulling onto his mother's sleeve. He leaned over and told his mom, "One of them is a big sister."
"Can't you differentiate between male and female? Not everyone that looks good is a big sister." She smiled, ending the topic. But the hug wasn't something they could explain. Of course, that was an internal matter within the operations team.
The person in-charge walked over, arresting the tattooed man, who could no longer walk but was still holding on.
