Huang Qiangmin helped Jiang Yuan put on a bulletproof vest, tightening it vigorously and adding two bulletproof plates before equipping him with an anti-explosion arm guard and cut-resistant collar. Then, slapping him heavily, he said, "Be sharp, and remember, you're not meant to lead the charge. Don't forget, you wear the grey epaulets."
"I know, I'll be careful." Jiang Yuan had no intention of leading the charge either. He patted the bulletproof plates on his body and said, "It's okay, I heard these things can even stop an AK."
"But what if they hit elsewhere... spit, spit, spit." Huang Qiangmin spat on the ground twice, then adjusted the helmet on Jiang Yuan's head and said, "You just analyze the footprints and stay back a bit. Don't rush into the building, got it?"
"Got it." Jiang Yuan didn't find Huang Qiangmin annoying. Honestly, he felt a bit uneasy himself. As they say, bullets don't have eyes and no matter how skilled he was, he couldn't stop a bullet.