After speaking, Kulin turned and left, he had big things to do.
.....
Mexico, Camp Town.
Late at night, in a building, Miao Lun and a group of Genetic Warriors were having a meeting.
"Major, there has been no movement yet, I guess the Beautiful Country won't come."
A Genetic Warrior leaned on his hand and said.
"Do you think the Beautiful Country doesn't know our whereabouts?"
"We stopped at a border convenience store and gas station before entering Mexico, and lingered under surveillance for a while. If they haven't detected that, they are unworthy of the title of world police."
"They probably don't dare to cross the border casually. After all, this is Mexico. If they send in troops, it's completely different from sending small groups of special forces and agents."
The Genetic Warriors discussed among themselves, many of them thought the Beautiful Country had given up the pursuit.
Miao Lun didn't speak, constantly checking the text messages on his phone.
