The defenders and mercenaries were not the only ones to discover that Zhao Changzheng had suddenly disappeared. The lurkers were also horrified after discovering this. They could not imagine who had silently rescued Zhao Changzheng under their noses, and even his figure was visible.

arrive.

"This person is very powerful." Pandora, who had been staring at the location of the desert station, said to Zhao Ziyang in a deep voice: "He was covered with what appeared to be an optical camouflage net. He crawled along the outer wall of the station and rescued Zhao Changzheng. Look there."

Pandora stretched out her hand and pointed to the door of a house ten meters west of where Zhao Changzheng was bound.

Looking in the direction of Pandora's finger, Zhao Ziyang didn't see anyone, and all he saw was the yellow land.

"Look at the marks on the ground." Pandora reminded Zhao Ziyang again.

After being reminded, Zhao Ziyang saw the superficial traces caused by the dragging of people on the ground. When the traces extended to the door, they disappeared. There is no doubt that Zhao Changzheng was dragged into the house, as for the safe area.

This person is very smart, but the biggest success lies in the equipment he wears: the optical camouflage net.

Optical camouflage is an immature product of optical camouflage. It uses nanocomputers on clothing to collect information about the surrounding environment and then change the shape or color of the clothing itself to achieve the effect of integrating with the surrounding environment. The specific effect is similar to that of a chameleon. This camouflage

It is absolutely feasible in theory, but the technology is not yet mature. Countries are committed to this research that can change the state of war. Just imagine, when ships, fighter jets, and tanks can all be equipped with optical camouflage, in front of the enemy

When it disappears completely, such a war will be a one-sided victory.

The principle is simply the interface of reflective materials. When light is incident on the medium surface, it will be reflected in the original direction of incidence. All detection instruments are based on light refraction imaging. Under these instruments, optical camouflage will become stealth clothing.

Another principle is to make the carbon nanotubes on the optical camouflage uniform generate high temperatures enough to bend the light on the surface of the object, causing the objects in the original line of sight to disappear from the eyes after the light is bent.

No matter which technology is used, it will avoid microwave detection and infrared detection, but more mature technology is needed to completely disappear under the naked eye.

"Look at the ground." Pandora motioned Zhao Ziyang to look at the ground.

With the help of the high-power standard scope on the rifle, one can clearly see faint footprints on the ground, heading towards the captain's house.

"He went to find trouble with the captain." Zhao Ziyang said to himself, and then made a gesture to indicate that the mercenaries were ready to attack at any time.

At this time, the defenders were in a state of extreme nervousness. They knew that this invisible enemy would attack them, because they had already felt the fierce murderous intention.

"Optical camouflage." Hunter Hu said this third-party equipment.

"That's right." The colonel nodded, took out his pistol and pointed it at the empty door.

Almost at the same time, all the muzzles completed the control of doorways and windows. If there was any slight abnormality, they would shoot immediately.

The sunlight at the door was blocked by a dark shadow, and someone was approaching.

The colonel raised his left thumb and index finger like a pistol, pointed at the door, and tapped it twice to signal that he was ready to fire.

The figure continued to approach until half a person was reflected, and then suddenly rushed towards the door.

"Fire!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..." "Da da da..."

Following the colonel's command, more than a dozen guns fired at the incoming figures at the same time, instantly turning them into a hornet's nest.

"Puff puff..." The sound of bullets entering the body kept ringing. The person fell heavily to the ground, and his entire back was torn apart by the bullets.

"Shit!" the colonel cursed.

With a "boom", the wooden board on the second floor overhead was suddenly broken open, and a tough figure fell from the sky.

Seeing the movement, the defender mercenaries immediately turned their guns and shot at the intruders.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..." The bullet fired instantly hit the roof above, without injuring the person who moved as fast as a flash point at all.

"Roar!" A violent roar came from the original man. He grabbed a defender with one hand and blocked it in front of him. With the other fist, he hit the jaguar closest to him hard.

With a "bang" sound, the Jaguar's body flew backwards crazily as if it had been hit by a hammer.

"Poof..." The jaguar flew backwards, spat out blood, and then fell down in the corner of the room.

The man who punched the Jaguar incapable of fighting grabbed the defender in his hand and quickly ran towards the mercenary pile, and punched another mercenary again.

With a "click" sound, the hit mercenary's ribs were broken, and he immediately fell to the ground and hugged his ribs tightly, letting out a painful groan.

At the same time, the person threw the mercenary in his hand to another direction in the room and hit several defenders. With the force of the throw, he slightly bent his legs, turned sideways and punched out two Shaolin punches.

Long fist posture in martial arts.

"Ah!..." The bloody knife that had just pulled out half of the long knife let out a cry of pain. The attacker's fist transmitted heavy force to his body through the handle of the knife, knocking him against the wall.

With a "boom", Xue Dao's body smashed a crater into the wall, where the seven orifices were bleeding.

All this happened between lightning, fire and thunder, leaving no one with time to react.

"Bang! Bang!" The fox hunting short gun fired at the enemies among the mercenaries.

"Puff..." Two blood flowers exploded, and the two mercenaries of the defender were shot. The visitor threw the two shot mercenaries towards the hunting fox, and took out the pistol finger of one of the mercenaries.

Live in the colonel's head.

This is a rough and flamboyant cheek, with a prominent face and an angry look.

Zhao Zhengrong, the visitor is none other than Zhao Changzheng’s father, Zhao Zhengrong.

"How to settle this account!" Zhao Zhengrong growled at the colonel.

His eyes spurted out a real murderous aura, like two sharp swords piercing the colonel's eyes, causing the colonel's face to turn ashen in an instant.

"Puff! Puff!" An inaudible voice came out, and several steel needles broke through the air and stabbed Zhao Zhengrong.

Zhao Zhengrong withdrew the pistol that was pressed against the colonel's head at a speed that was almost unheard by humans, and pulled the trigger to the other side of his body. His body rushed towards the colonel's body, and he used his other hand to strangle the colonel tightly.

neck.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Two gunshots were heard, one shot down several steel needles, and the other shot the mandala who was sneaking around.

"Uh..." Mandala groaned, covering the wound on his chest with his left hand, his eyes full of fear.

She was moving her body the moment she shot out the steel needle, but she was still shot by the opponent. This enemy was so terrifying, so terrifying that she was horrified.

"How to calculate!" Zhao Zhengrong pinched the colonel's neck and pulled him in front of him, staring into his eyes, as if he couldn't see the muzzle of the gun pointed at him.

Arrogant, domineering, and arrogant!

"Put, put, put the gun down..." The colonel struggled to squeeze out these words from his throat, his eyes bulging outward as Zhao Zhengrong pinched him.

The defenders slowly lowered their guns and stared at the terrifying Zhao Zhengrong in front of them. They had no choice. If they had a way, the colonel would not have been captured. If they had a way, they would have shot Zhao Zhengrong.

"What a bastard!" Zhao Zhengrong cursed, threw away the gun in his right hand, took off his arm and slapped the colonel hard on the face.

There was a muffled "snap" sound, half of the colonel's cheek was almost deformed by the slap, and blood from his mouth, nose and eyes continued to seep out.

As Zhao Zhengrong released his left hand, the colonel slumped to the ground and looked up at Zhao Zhengrong. He had no anger or anger, but a look of misery on his face.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." The colonel made a weak voice.

The surrounding defender mercenaries saw that the colonel was slapped in the face and said sorry after being slapped. They all felt shameless. However, they felt that their shamelessness was only for a short moment, and their hearts immediately rose.

The fear of Zhao Zhengrong arose: the colonel is not a weakling, and the colonel never suffers humiliation.

But everything changed in front of this man. The colonel was so cowardly and timid. Who was this man? Could he be General Dragoon?

Lurking under the leadership of Zhao Ziyang, he rushed down from the sand dunes and took control of the room, rescuing Seth and Zhao Changzheng.

When Zhao Ziyang walked into the room, he saw all the defender mercenaries standing there stupidly watching the colonel being beaten one slap after another by Zhao Zhengrong. These guys were all stunned and forgot to help themselves.

The leader of the group.

With a "pop" sound, the colonel was slapped hard by Zhao Zhengrong and flew away. He rolled to the feet of Hunting Fox and lay on the ground unable to move.

Liehu helped the colonel up from the ground and glared at Zhao Zhengrong. It was not that they did not help, but that the colonel had not allowed them to help just now and seemed to be willing to be tortured.

"Listen!" Zhao Zhengrong stretched out a finger to the colonel and said to him gloomily: "Don't make me unhappy again."

With the help of Hunting Fox, the colonel wiped the blood from his face and nodded. There was no revenge in his eyes, but only shame and fear.

"Get lost!" Zhao Zhengrong waved his hand and shouted.

With the sound of rolling, mercenaries were lurking, holding guns and shooting at the defenders. The defenders were old enemies and they could not let them go.

"Let them go." Zhao Zhengrong turned his head and looked at Zhao Ziyang, his eyes full of arrogant wildness.

Zhao Ziyang smiled, his eyes filled with hatred. He walked past Zhao Zhengrong, walked towards a defender mercenary, took out a pistol and put it to the opponent's head.

"I said let them go!" Zhao Zhengrong roared.

"boom!"

The bullet penetrated the mercenary's forehead, and a stream of blood spurted out along the bullet hole, staining Zhao Ziyang's right hand red.

"Plop", the mercenary fell heavily to the ground, and the rich blood penetrated into everyone's nostrils.

The defender mercenaries who were controlled by the lurking eyes looked at them with hatred, but they could not move at all, otherwise they would be torn into pieces by the lurking muzzles.

"Your business is done, now it's my business. If you have any dissatisfaction, I, Zhao Ziyang, will stay with you until the end."

The moment Zhao Ziyang's voice came, Zhao Zhengrong felt a stabbing pain in his head, and immediately realized that at least three sniper rifles had locked him tightly, so that he would be killed instantly no matter where he was.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Zhao Zhengrong said three good words in a row and laughed loudly. He didn't know why he was laughing.

Zhao Ziyang's behavior is despicable, so despicable that no one can look down upon it. But it doesn't matter, for him there is no such thing as despicable or not, as long as he can achieve his goal.

Why did Zhao Ziyang join the mercenary life and live a life of licking blood with a knife? To avenge the blood of his comrades one day, how could he let go of such a good opportunity now? Not to mention falling out with Zhao Zhengrong, just one shot
To be continued...