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The weapons were transported back to the camp in several batches, including T-72 main battle tanks and RK-92 tanks. These were weapons that the previous guerrillas would never have dared to dream of. They never expected that someone would actually be able to help them transport them.

A group of people started celebrating at the camp.

The commander handed the money to Isaac, saying, "I must say, doing business with you was the best decision I ever made."

“You flatter me. Since you’ve followed my rules, I have no reason to refuse your order,” Isaac said with a smile.

"Your ability to send us weapons is only one aspect," the commander said with a smile. "More importantly, we need these weapons to deal with the armored forces that have been pursuing us."

"Oh?"

"However, that unit was just wiped out by you."

"...So it was them."

No wonder the commander was glad to do business with Isaac; he had never seen a merchant who not only sold them goods but also helped them eliminate the enemy.

Thinking back to the RK-92s he had just destroyed. This was also Isaac's first time fighting against AS. He had initially thought very low about these weapons, but after the actual battle, his opinion of them improved slightly.

Although it was still as vulnerable as he had predicted, it at least had good mobility and was suitable for some terrains that were unfavorable to tanks.

However, their armor protection was too weak; even without rocket launchers, a sniper rifle with a slightly larger caliber could take them down with a sneak attack.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Isaac was about to lead his men away.

Isaac has made a lot of money in the past few months, exceeding one hundred million US dollars. Now he needs to move on to the next step of his plan and not just be a simple arms dealer.

But before that, let's go home first.

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A woman with purplish-black hair was running through the mud as the rain poured down.

Behind her were pursuers with guns.

This woman is the same FARC member who ambushed Isaac's team years ago, and she is now being chased by her former comrades.

"hateful!"

As she ran, she kept firing her rifle at them, though it did nothing to stop the advance of so many people, and she was running out of bullets.

Finally, she managed to pull away from the rest of the group thanks to her physical strength.

The reason why a member of FARC defected can be traced back to when he was shot by George with a sniper rifle.

During that operation, everyone, including Isaac, thought she was dead, but she wasn't. She got back up and hid somewhere to recover from her injuries.

While she was recovering from her injury, she inadvertently discovered the true nature of FARC.

She claimed to be fighting for the happiness of the people, but in reality, she was busy with kidnapping and drug trafficking. The unit she previously served in, which appeared to be guarding a military stronghold, was actually a drug manufacturing plant.

Knowing everything, she escaped the organization, but FARC still found her and sent a large force to surround her in order to prevent the news from leaking out.

Fortunately, she was highly skilled; surviving Isaac's attacks was enough to prove her exceptional abilities. However, she was somewhat exhausted after taking down several of her former colleagues.

She was covered in blood, and her eyelids were so tired they were about to close.

"Hey, there's a little house here."

She saw a makeshift wooden hut in the distance and, without thinking much, hid inside.

It was at this moment that he heard a sound outside.

"Major General Yao, what did they say?"

“We’ve been told not to interfere in Columbia affairs.” The voice was Isaac’s father, who continued, “And my son is coming home soon, so it’s time for me to go back to Manhattan.”

Chapter 527: This kid will definitely never find a girlfriend when he grows up.

"Really? That's your son who saved a group of children in Romania," his subordinate exclaimed. "You certainly have a remarkable son."

"Hahahaha, he's still a long way off," the father laughed loudly.

Despite saying that, he was still very proud.

Should we recommend him for 'Mithril' in the future?

“Then forget it. I don’t really want Feifan to be involved in things from our world,” the father said with a smile. “Besides, I don’t think he would be interested anyway.”

"That's a real shame."

The two men were chatting and laughing, while the woman hiding behind the door was extremely nervous. The moment the two men mentioned the word 'mithril,' she became alert.

Mithril is quite well-known in the armies of various countries. It is a mercenary organization in the civilized world with weapons and equipment that are at least ten years ahead of the world. They can be found in various regions where armed conflicts occur.

Although their mission is counterterrorism, FARC happens to be seen as a terrorist organization by outsiders, so if they are discovered, their lives will be in danger.

The sound from outside the door rang out again.

"Then Major General Yao, I'll go to the fleet first, and we'll head back to base in a bit."

"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes."

As the door closed, the subordinate walked out of the cabin, leaving only Isaac's father and the woman behind the door in the room.

"Come out, stop hiding."

"!"

The woman was startled, but quickly regained her composure, walked out the door with a wary expression, and pulled out a gun, pointing it at Isaac's father.

Although the gun had run out of ammunition.

"Oh ho ho, I thought someone was lying in ambush for me here, but it turns out to be a beautiful lady."

"Are you from 'Mithril'?" the woman asked, frowning.

"It seems you heard everything." The father nodded slightly, then noticed the bloodstains on her body. "Miss, you seem to be seriously injured."

She was indeed seriously injured. She had been shot several times while running here, causing her to bleed profusely. The wound in her abdomen, which had been pierced by George before, had also begun to deteriorate due to a lack of proper treatment, and it had become infected because of the rain.

Despite her menacing demeanor as she pointed a gun at the other party, the cold sweat on her forehead betrayed her physical condition.

"You don't look well. Fortunately, I have some medical personnel on board who can treat you."

"Are you trying to kill me when I'm not paying attention?"

"How could that be? I don't have the bad habit of harming a beautiful woman when she's already seriously injured," the father said with a smile. "Don't worry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

His words did not make the woman lower her guard, but at least temporarily eliminated some of her hostility.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside, as if a troop was rushing towards them.

The woman was startled and immediately hid behind the door again.

In that instant, a group of uniformed, armed soldiers walked in and pointed their guns at Isaac's father.

Hey! Who are you?!

They were FARC soldiers who came to pursue her.

"Who am I? Your questions are quite interesting." Isaac's father sneered and placed his identification card in front of them.

Mithril...?

The leading soldier broke out in a cold sweat after seeing the name on it.

“Our superiors haven’t given any orders to interfere in your affairs, but if you dare to cause trouble here, my men and I will show no mercy.”

"..."

When they arrived, they saw a huge aircraft carrier docked at the port, filled with various bombers.

This must be the team that 'Mithril' sent here.

"I'm so sorry."

The leader quickly apologized, as offending a Mithril officer was not a good thing for them.

"Leave immediately."

"Yes! Um...did you see a woman covered in blood come here...?"

"No, get out!"

I'm so sorry!

They quickly packed up and left the cabin.

They had barely left when the woman who had been hiding came out. Although they were still wary, their guard was gradually lowering.

"Alright, those who were chasing you have run away. What are your plans now?"

"Could you give me some gauze and alcohol? I'll be leaving after that."

Where do you plan to go after you leave?

"..." The woman remained silent for a moment.

There is probably no place for her in this country.

"Come aboard my ship first, there's a doctor there."

"…….good."

The crew members were surprised, but not particularly surprised, that their commander would bring an injured woman aboard; they knew what kind of person this major general was.

In the medical room, the doctor explained that all the bullets had been removed from her body and that the wounds had been disinfected. Finally, weakened, she lay down on the hospital bed.

Isaac's father also came in and, looking at the woman lying on the bed, asked:

Are you feeling any better?

"It's alright, thanks."

What are your plans for the future?

The woman shook her head and said, "I'll probably continue to run away, until I can't find anyone. This is the bitter fruit I have to bear."

"Would you like to come to my house?"

"what?"

"Well, it's like this, our house was attacked at a friend's place before, so we moved just in case," Isaac's father said with an embarrassed smile. "We recently bought a villa in the suburbs. The house is bigger, and it's not very convenient to clean it. We also can't keep bothering my wife, so..."

"……it is good."

"Oh, that's a great help. I'm sure your two kids will like you too," the father said happily. "And my son will be back soon, so it'll be a good opportunity for you to meet him."