Click——
The window of the off-road vehicle rolled down, and Anke lifted his head, handing a document to the sentry impatiently, saying, "Hurry up, so I can get in after you look at it."
The sentry looked at him suspiciously before reaching out to take the document. He glanced at the photo on the document and compared it to Anke's face.
"West Iron and Steel Mercenary Corps?" The sentry glanced down at the document again, then at Anke, "Are you a mercenary?"
He raised his gaze to look inside the off-road vehicle.
Anke slightly turned his body, revealing the neatly arranged weapons inside.
"What? Want some?" He chuckled mischievously, opened the glove compartment, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and put one in his mouth, "I just came down from the frontline, and if you delay me, these things could be confiscated."
"No, no," the sentry closed the document in his hand, "but we need to verify that your documents are genuine."
