Bo Jiu continued to approach them with her body lowered in order to better hear their conversation. A smell of blood shot through her senses before she could hear anything.
It was indeed blood. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be blood here since they had always been using rubber bullets, which couldn't have caused any injury.
Bo Jiu frowned deeper, her grip tightening around her rifle.
At that moment, she verified the noise. That was indeed a language but it was neither Chinese nor the language from an ethnic minority. It was a mix between the languages from country M and country T. They were speaking loud enough for her to hear but she was sure they weren't Chinese.
They weren't from China but were wearing their military uniform. Bo Jiu's heart sank, prepared to retreat with the sniper. But before she could leave, the noise suddenly stopped.
