Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1254 - 631 Not Everyone Deserves Sympathy_2

Chapter 1254: Chapter 631 Not Everyone Deserves Sympathy_2

"Do you think our language barrier will make things more troublesome behind us?" Douglas Cooper suddenly raised a question.

That remark truly bewildered the other three.

In their haste, they believed that at least speaking English, which is currently the universal lingua franca, would pose no issue.

But the problem was, they had Asian skin!

The car slowed down.

Lincoln Harrington whispered:

"There’s a checkpoint ahead!"

Immediately, the group began to devise a plan.

"Leave it to me," Sean Knight suddenly spoke up. Since they couldn’t bluff their way through with language, he would use medicine.

"Boss, should you take the passenger seat?" Elijah Hastings turned his head to ask.

"Sure," Sean Knight didn’t decline. It was clearly too late to turn around now. The traffic was congesting due to the checkpoint, making it impossible to change course, and attempting to do so would likely draw unwanted attention.

The car was not moving fast, and they could still hear complaints from the people in the car next to them, spoken in English.

"Damn it, the check wasn’t this slow before!"

"Maybe they’re afraid of spies!"

"Afraid of what! Kill one for every one that comes!"

"We’re locals, why do we have to put up with such stupid inspections?"

"￥%...—*()—...!"

It was now the turn of the third car in front of Sean Knight’s group. The military personnel at the checkpoint took the documents handed over, peeked inside the car to see the others, and suddenly barked sternly, lifting his gun.

The atmosphere tensed up in an instant!

The passengers in that car opened the door, a man, two women, and a child, all of them stepping out with their hands up.

The man and women were desperately trying to explain, but the soldier and his peers shouted even more harshly.

The man and women were forced to kneel on the ground, hands on their heads, while the soldiers roughly searched them.

All their possessions were turned out. The car was thoroughly searched too.

No threat was found, but they were still taken away. The car was pushed off the carriage-way.

Sean Knight and his companions exchanged glances, Elijah Hastings and Douglas Cooper had already begun to check their firearms — these guns were provided by Sean Knight.

"Don’t panic, leave it to me!" Sean Knight emphasized again, "Don’t stress, don’t act rashly! It won’t come to the worst, trust me!"

Then he said to Lincoln Harrington, who was driving:

"When the car window goes down, hold your breath, got it?"

Lincoln Harrington nodded:

"Don’t worry, boss. With my current fitness, I can hold my breath for at least five minutes!"

"Good."

Due to the previous commotion, everyone in the cars became cautious, and the soldiers’ inspections grew more thorough.

Finally, it was Sean Knight and his group’s turn.

As the car window rolled down, Sean Knight tossed the medicine powder in his hand.

The movement was stealthy, yet it made the soldier alert.

Especially when he saw the two Chinese faces inside the car, the soldier’s expression grew stern.

He was about to question Sean Knight when the medicine powder was already inhaled into his nostrils, and by that time, Sean Knight’s Illusion Skill started to take effect.

The soldier locked eyes with Sean Knight, his gaze slowly turning confused.

"Can we pass now?" Sean Knight asked in a low voice.

The soldier nodded and then stepped back.

Sean Knight closed the car window, and Lincoln Harrington, without waiting to be told, pressed the accelerator, and the car advanced.

"Boss, can he understand English?" After passing through the checkpoint, Douglas Cooper quietly asked.

"No," Sean Knight said laughing, "But it doesn’t matter whether he can or can’t, he would nod either way. It’s a form of psychological suggestion."

"Boss, you’re amazing," Elijah Hastings admiringly acknowledged. Having Sean Knight with them on this trip was undoubtedly the best decision.

"I learned that trick from the Old Monk in the A-san Forest. If you’re interested, you might learn it too, but you’ll have to be careful when using it."

The car entered the city, where the situation was also tense.

On the main road, many military vehicles were patrolling, and key locations were set up as strongholds.

"We won’t enter the main urban area, just drive straight through Ring Road," Elijah Hastings said while looking at the map, advising Lincoln Harrington, "Let’s find a gas station in the city outskirts to refuel."

Lincoln Harrington and the others agreed.

Sean Knight had one more city to go to reach his destination, and it was three cities away from where Elijah Hastings’ platoon leader was last located.

One advantage of driving at night was that fewer people were suspicious of them.

Upon entering the gas station and seeing Sean Knight and his companions, the staff looked a bit surprised, but when Sean Knight pulled out his International Card, the refueling process proceeded smoothly.

In truth, he also carried the local currency with him, but he had no intention of using it unless absolutely necessary.

After restocking some food and water from the convenience store at the gas station, they immediately hit the road again.

As dawn was nearly breaking, they had come close to the city where Sean Knight was headed.

"Small countries have their perks," Douglas Cooper mused while leaning against a tree in the forest, biting into bread, "In one night, you can cross several cities, even traverse an entire country. Boss, Xinjiang is too vast, you might not reach a prefecture-level city in one night."

"I read a joke online," Elijah Hastings sat up and took a bite from his bread, speaking indistinctly, "It said during World War II, the Führer fought for seven years, covering 1700 kilometers. By today’s standards, it means after seven years, he hadn’t left Xinjiang, just like going from Kashgar to Hami—not even considering the further distance to Hetian!"