The Greatest Village Doctor In The World-Chapter 1830 - 1829: Evidence

In response to Abdul’s answer, Ling Feng sneered, "Of course, I know there’s someone supporting you from behind!"

After that, he didn’t say much more. His Divine Sense expanded, instantly covering a large area of the mountain.

Now, language was no longer a barrier. After his Divine Sense entered the camp in the mountains, he began analyzing through their conversations.

Abdul was completely unaware of this. After the car had traveled a bit, when they were still one kilometer from the General’s camp, he slowed down and asked, "Boss, should we just rush in?"

"Do you dare?" Ling Feng glanced at him.

"No, I don’t dare..."

Abdul shook his head, speaking timidly, "There are so many of them. If we rush in, we’ll surely die!"

"That’s not necessarily true!"

Ling Feng chuckled, then said, "Stop the car, let’s wait and see!"

Hearing this, Abdul felt as if he had been granted amnesty and quickly stepped on the brake!

Ling Feng looked at him, "What’s the General’s name?"

"His name is Muhammed, Timur, Jess..."

"That’s enough, knowing one is plenty!"

Ling Feng quickly interrupted him and then said, "You don’t need to say anything now. Just sit in the car, and when I need action, I’ll tell you!"

"Oh."

Abdul, not understanding, dared not ask more and just nodded.

Ling Feng closed his eyes and continued observing the situation in the camp through his Divine Sense.

It was a place situated in a valley, quite large, with dozens of low-rise houses and tents, and the rooftops were camouflaged to prevent aerial reconnaissance from recognizing them.

As for the people there, most were young individuals in their teens or twenties, all looking local, each carrying a firearm at all times. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

At this time, most people in the camp were training, running laps around the square.

Seeing their spiritless appearances, Ling Feng couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. They were merely common people who knew how to shoot, far from being real soldiers!

This rabble would just panic and flee when faced with a real army!

Overlooking those people, Ling Feng’s Divine Sense focused on a bearded man in a dark green uniform. Judging by the attitude of those around him, one could guess that he might be the General, Muhammed!

Sure enough, just after noticing him, someone approached the bearded man and said, "General, the new batch of supplies will arrive soon!"

"Good, the people from France indeed keep their promises!"

Muhammed nodded and then instructed, "Have someone organize the warehouse. There are quite a lot of supplies this time, make sure to store them properly!"

"Okay!"

The subordinates hurried to work, calling some people to clean up.

Ling Feng squinted, thinking that the French sending them supplies must mean weapons and equipment, right?

Although not quite earlier, they were still weapons.

Raising an eyebrow, a black-on-black idea popped into his head. Ling Feng wasn’t in a hurry to confront Muhammed, deciding first to take their things!

So, turning around, he said to Abdul, "Drive the car into the side road; a convoy is coming later!"

"Oh, okay!"

Hearing this, Abdul promptly started the car and drove into a remote trail.

Ling Feng’s Divine Sense already spotted three trucks two kilometers away coming closer.

Each truck had two people, a driver and a soldier wearing a blue beret.

These people had typical Western faces, evidently soldiers from a French military camp.

His Divine Sense entered the truck’s cargo hold, and one of them was filled with dark green wooden crates of various sizes, presumably carrying different types of weapons.

The other truck was loaded with food supplies like grains and vegetables, which Ling Feng glanced at but lost interest.

However, he thought if this scene was captured and put online, it would cause quite the trouble for the French, wouldn’t it?

They came here to maintain peace but ended up colluding with the opposition forces, supplying them with weapons and resources. Isn’t this two-faced behavior?

Thinking of this, Ling Feng said to Abdul, "Your task now is to stay here and wait. Don’t leave until I’m back! If you behave, there will be rewards for you later!"

"Alright, okay!"

Abdul swallowed hard, thinking even if told to flee, he wouldn’t dare. Who would dare offend you? I don’t want to die!

Ling Feng got out of the car, returned to the dirt road leading to the camp, and then activated the Invisibility Ring.

A few minutes later, the French convoy arrived, driving past him.

Ling Feng took photos with his phone and then leapt onto the top of the truck.

And so, he followed these three transport trucks directly to the camp’s gate.

Upon entering, Muhammed, with a smiling face, welcomed them and chatted a bit with the soldiers escorting the supplies.

On the roof, Ling Feng captured the whole event, including Muhammed’s gratitude and the soldier’s talk about it being their operation’s reward.

Having acquired the evidence, just as he watched a dozen people boarding the trucks to unload the goods, Ling Feng stopped recording and deactivated his invisibility.

Initially, no one noticed him until Ling Feng jumped down from the truck’s roof, landing on the ground, and everyone saw an unexpected guest in the camp!

After the shock, a rustling sound ensued as everyone gathered around him.

Ling Feng, with his hands behind his back, smiled calmly, "Why the tension?"

"Who are you!"

Muhammed’s expression turned dark as he stared at Ling Feng and asked.

Due to the disguise, he had no idea who the person before him was.

And Ling Feng didn’t rush to reveal his true identity, smiling as he said, "Who I am isn’t important. What’s important is what you have done — are you clear about it? It’s time for you to pay the price!"

"....."

Muhammed was stunned, then squinted his eyes, "What on earth are you talking about?"

"Playing dumb, are we?"

Ling Feng sneered, stepping towards Muhammed while noticing everyone around was eyeing him ferociously!

"Don’t move, stay where you are!"

Many raised their guns, aiming at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng didn’t even glance at them, and with a thought of the Mind Soul Art, everyone except Muhammed instantly collapsed!

In an instant, cries of pain echoed loudly.

Seeing this, Muhammed’s face turned pale as snow!

He was dumbfounded; what kind of mission was this? A mythical one?

By this time, Ling Feng was already close: "Your men just attacked an oil field, and don’t say you didn’t know about it!"

"Who, who exactly are you?" Muhammed asked.

"I said, who I am isn’t important!"

Ling Feng reached out and grabbed Muhammed’s neck, lifting this guy who was half a head taller than himself!