The Outcast Heiress's Secret Identities-Chapter 1001 - 971: That Face Is the Pass

The border guards are primarily responsible for daily border control, anti-smuggling, and immigration checks.

But for 315, they are mostly ornamental.

A row of guards stood at the checkpoint, weapons in hand, patrolling back and forth.

Under the headlights of passing vehicles, they looked imposing, full of pressure.

Exiting or entering the border required routine checks; it’s the rule.

When the convoy reached the checkpoint, there was a line of cars ahead waiting for inspection. Although 315 Avenue is dangerous, it is the center of trade, so there are particularly many convoys.

Halfway through, An 2 got out and went to the leading black bulletproof car.

He sat in the passenger seat and didn’t get out, just rolled down the window, revealing a handsome face.

Seeing his striking face, the guard saluted him, and the locked gate of the checkpoint was opened.

The patrolling gendarme immediately understood and cleared a passage.

An 2 closed the window, and the entire convoy almost didn’t stop as they exited the border.

The new guard, curious about the smooth passage of the convoy, couldn’t help but ask the veteran beside him, "Captain, why don’t they need to be checked? Doesn’t leaving the border require a pass from you?"

The veteran, wearing a look as if this was completely normal, glanced at him, "Didn’t you see that face? That face is the pass."

The new soldier, hearing this, was bewildered and scratched his head.

These days, can a face really be used as a pass?

What face is more useful than their official documents?

A veteran who had also been stationed at the border for a long time saw his suspicious look, chuckled, and explained, "315 Avenue is complex, with some forces rooted here that even the officials can’t handle. The convoy just now is one of them. You just got transferred here and aren’t clear yet, take the time to learn about 315 and recognize people, a single careless mistake... could really cost you your life."

The new soldier was horrified, "Even the governor can’t handle them?"

That captain glanced at him, "Haven’t enough governors been beheaded here?"

After speaking, he ignored the new soldier and went back to routine checks.

The new soldier stood shivering in the cold night wind.

Is 315 Avenue really that terrifying?

He originally applied for transfer here because he heard there were plenty of opportunities for commendation.

Can he apply to transfer back now?

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The convoy had already exited the border.

They drove for about another half hour before reaching the small town.

The town lay on an endless plain, by the sea.

There were no skyscrapers here, the tallest buildings were just over ten stories, but it looked more prosperous than the city.

It was already early morning at this point, yet there were still many people on the streets.

Contrary to imagination, they weren’t as fierce-looking, but most carried weapons.

An 2 had already put his mask back on, and Su Ran was also wearing a Dark Night Rose.

Many, upon seeing the masks on their faces, were shocked and hurriedly stepped back.

They planned to rest in the town tonight, so they headed straight for their lodging.

An 2 led the way in the front, talking to Su Ran, "Members of the Martin family are heading this way. They’ll reach the border in about five hours. Sister Ran, where should we make our move?"

"Where are those mercenaries?" Su Ran asked.

"At our contact point."

"Hmm, I’ll leave this matter to you," Su Ran responded lazily.

"Ah? You..."

"What? Do you need me to go with you?" Su Ran interrupted him, looking at him with a half-smile.

An 2 hurriedly shook his head, "No need."

Could it be that Sister Ran came all this way not for the Martin family’s cargo?