Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred Seventy-Four 99%

As they drove back, Gao Yang laughed and said, "The guys on that garbage truck earlier definitely weren't Signal Flag personnel. Who knows which unit the Russians actually use for signal interference?"

The other three shook their heads, and Frey asked curiously, "Why are you so sure they weren't from Signal Flag?"

Gao Yang shrugged and said, "It's simple. Signal Flag personnel would never smoke while on a mission. I just shot the cigarette ends off two of them."

Frey chuckled, nodding repeatedly as he said, "Exactly. If they were Signal Flag, they wouldn't be smoking. Such a simple point—I can't believe I missed it. I have to say, marksmen really have sharp observation skills."

Andy He curled his lips and said, "Why does it feel like you're just showing off that you knocked out two cigarette ends, Boss?"

Gao Yang didn't even turn his head and calmly replied, "Do I still need to show off my gunmanship?"