I would like to dedicate this book to the Chinese special forces soldiers who have lived and died for the prosperity of the country and the dignity of the nation. No matter when you reach the end, you are the pillars of the country; no matter what era you reach, you are the most lovely people. Salute to the Republicans!

Qi Zi

The vast forest has layers of trees, which are airtight, and plants of various subjects grow densely together, covering the clearings in the forest. Various types of vines of uneven thickness and fineness are entangled in each other, like a spider, stretching between trees. On the clearings in the forest, the vigorous shrubs are lush all year round.

In the late winter night, the temperature in the jungle dropped very quickly, and the humid air condensed into a faint mist. In this rare-watched primeval forest, there was no other life except for the small animals foraging late at night. However, on this moonly night, the sound of insects rising and falling in the grass suddenly stopped. Then, the sound of "swish, swish, swish" came, and the light and neat sound was mixed with a heavy, stumbled footsteps.

Two tall white men in American jungle combat uniforms appeared in the jungle. From the thick black oil paint on their faces and the ak47 rifle tightly held in their hands, it can be inferred that they were mercenaries and were hired to perform some kind of disgraceful mission in this jungle. The two white men were obviously vanguards, and they were looking around alertly as they walked. Behind them, a fat and white Chinese middle-aged man was so tired that he was almost about to fall to the ground. He held a tree, reached out to wipe the foam flowing from his mouth, and groaned and begged: "Please... let me... rest for a while, I really... can't walk."

The vanguard stopped and turned around and looked at him impatiently: "Go away! They are about to catch up!"

However, the middle-aged man sat on the grass and refused to get up no matter what he said.

"What's going on?" With a fury low shout, the mercenary captain responsible for the breaking of the rear walked over quickly.

The vanguard pointed at the middle-aged man who was about to speak, and he stopped the captain with the m40 sniper holding the m40 and pulled him aside and whispered: "This is not enough. There are fourteen brothers here in this trip. Since we were hung up by the two yellow-skinned monkeys behind us, we have to die four of us. Besides, we are still carrying this guy and can't run fast at all. The two yellow-skinned monkeys always follow behind us in a gloomy way. We have to find a way to kill them, otherwise no one can escape from this jungle."

"***, if it weren't for the information on him worth 5 million US dollars, I really wanted to shoot him! It was because of this damn traitor that I lost ten good brothers in a flash!" The captain spat at the middle-aged man rudely, picked up the telescope and scanned the surrounding environment, gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Build a thunder on the spot and take care to clear the traces. If the two yellow-skinned monkeys catch up again, they will die without a burial place!"

"Yes." The mercenaries scattered around, buried thunders and arranged traps. Their movements were neat and neat, and soon cleaned up the surroundings as if no one had ever arrived here. The captain pulled and pulled the middle-aged man and disappeared into a large dense bush.

An hour later, two men in Chinese army jungle combat uniforms appeared. The two men were tall and burly, carrying heavy backpacks like hills on their backs, and opened the scattered line one by one, and walked quickly through the forest at a speed almost like a beast.

Suddenly, the person walking in front suddenly raised his right hand into the air, indicating that he would stop moving forward. He squatted down slowly in front of a small mountain stream, leaned his assault rifle on his legs, rolled up his sleeves and reached into the stream to find something, and the forearm exposed on the water exposed to the hard muscles like marble, which were reflected by the water, shining with a metallic luster.

The man walking behind reacted very quickly. He squatted behind the lush bushes almost the moment his teammate raised his hand, raised his Type 88 sniper rifle in his hand, and glanced around alertly, not letting go of any slight movement in the jungle.

Suddenly, a cold smile suddenly appeared on the tightly pursed lips of the man who was groping in the stream. Under his thick eyebrows that were raised like a sharp sword, his sharp eyes emitted a cold and cold light. He glanced around alertly and whispered to the individual radio telegrapher: "Falcon, they are nearby, you set up a sniper point behind my left wing." After saying that, he pulled out the army hanging around his waist and spied into the water, digging hard. About two or three minutes, he took out a steel ball from the water to prevent the infantry from jumping into the mine. Under the mine, there was a five hundred grams of C4 explosive pack tied.

The man called the Falcon pulled the disguise over his head and drilled into the bottom of a large bush behind his teammate's side. He set up a sniper rifle, his eyes pressed against the scope, and prepared for sniping. He bent a finger and gently flicked the meshes, indicating that he had made all preparations.

The man by the stream threw the mine aside, held the gun and was about to get up, but suddenly stopped again. The sixth sense that was far beyond ordinary people told him: The danger was approaching! He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the jungle. Less than two hundred meters away from him, an elves that came out to feed late at night rushed past with a "swoosh". Just as the elves passed by, the man suddenly rolled forward two times in a row, landing gently behind a bush, and stared at the jungle with a gun.

The leopard cat quickly disappeared, and the jungle returned to its original silence, but the man did not relax because of this. He raised his night vision telescope and searched the jungle for potential targets one meter or one meter.

The bright moonlight projected onto the ground through the gaps in the tree canopy. The man suddenly stood up and took a big step to the right, then drilled into another hidden point that had been seen in advance. Just as he entered the second hidden position, a bright light flew past the jungle at two o'clock, which was generated by the scope on the sniper rifle reflecting the moonlight. The falcon's suppressed whisper came from the headphones: "Cheetah, two o'clock, three hundred meters away."

"I understand." The cheetah responded lowly and unloaded the heavy backpack with extremely gentle movements. A breeze blew, and the vines and shrubs were shaking by the wind. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the cheetah crawled high and quickly detoured towards the two points. Just when he was less than 100 meters away from the two points, he stepped out with his right foot, and suddenly sank down slightly. A mountain vine buried among the dead branches and leaves bounced up and rushed towards him.

"There is an ambush!" Without a moment of hesitation, the cheetah kicked the ground with force and suddenly jumped up. The huge body curled into a spherical shape with the smallest attack area. It quickly flipped over two hollow as he fell in the air, successfully avoiding the pointed slap tied to the other end of the mountain vine and swept towards him. Just as his body was about to fall, the light at the two o'clock appeared again.

"Swish" A bullet rubbed the cheetah's steel helmet and flew over the slim helmet. The faint muzzle flame exposed the position of the enemy sniper. Just as the enemy sniper was about to fire the second shot, the Falcon's 88-type sniper rifle with a silencer was politely coughed, and the high-speed rotating bullet hit the target, shattered the enemy's scope with a "click", drilled in from the eyebrows of the enemy sniper and then came out from the back of his head, embedding into a big tree behind him with his spare power.

The cheetah's feet fell lightly to the ground. Before she turned around, she suddenly felt a strong wind, sweeping from behind with a strong murderous aura. A hairy big hand suddenly stretched out from behind, and the five fingers opened to grab his eyes. Almost at the same time, the sharp cold light flashed in front of her eyes, and the moonlight reflected by the blade of a fighting saber instantly stabbed the cheetah's eyes. The cheetah suddenly lowered her head, avoiding the big hand that was grabbing the other person's eyes, and used all her strength to hold the other person's hand holding the knife and twisted to the right.

"***!" The mercenary captain cursed angrily, and his right arm, which was held, twisted like a snake, into an angle that ordinary people could not imagine, attempting to escape from the cheetah.

Cheetah immediately turned around with the help of this twist, one hand tightly clamped the opponent's forearm, and when the opponent could not pull away, the other hand put five points on his fingers and poked the opponent's eyes. The opponent was shocked and tilted backwards. Cheetah took the opportunity to push one knee to hit the opponent's lower abdomen. The opponent raised his right leg in time, and the same knee hit the cheetah's knees heavily. After a muffled sound, the cheetah's right leg fell between the opponent's legs, hooked the opponent's left leg, and knocked the opponent to the ground with one shoulder. His left foot quickly raised his left foot and kicked the opponent's big penis with a strong wind. The opponent's big face covered with black oil paint lost all his anger in an instant, and his shocked expression was always frozen at this moment.

The cheetah reached into the corpse's arms and was looking for something. At this moment, the urgent voice of the falcon suddenly came from the headphones: "Eleven, sniper!" The cheetah pounced on the grass beside the corpse without thinking, and "Woo" a bullet hit the corpse. The blood mist that rose had not yet dissipated, and the cheetah had already rolled and moved behind the nearest tree.

"Cheetah, the sniper hides behind the tree in the eleven o'clock direction and cannot effectively snipe." The Falcon said as he slowly moved the muzzle, changing the angle to capture the opponent's figure from the scope.

"I understand." The cheetah responded lowly, poked her head from behind the tree, raised her telescope and searched at the eleven o'clock position. A ball of grass growing extremely vigorously attracted his attention. There was no wind, but the grass was swaying slightly. In the gap between the grass leaves, a black thin stick was moving slowly. Obviously, the sniper was also looking for the position of the cheetah.

The cheetah sneered slightly, suddenly ran out from behind the tree, moved quickly several steps into a bush that had already been seen. His tall body was as quick as a monkey, and his speed and powerful explosive power were like a cheetah that was about to pounce on his prey.

Falcon held his breath and stared at the enemy sniper at eleven o'clock. He was looking for the most suitable opportunity to shoot. Just as he was concentrating, a sharp murderous aura suddenly stinged his heart. He suddenly turned his head to see where the murderous aura came. Without waiting for him to divert his sight, a hinged killing rope soaked in tung oil stuck his throat. Then a knee pushed to his back. The attacker knelt on his back and with all his might, he pulled the rope back.

The Falcon resisted the suffocation, pulled out the sting from the leg bag with his right hand, and bent his elbow back, and the sting suddenly stabbed behind his back. When ordinary people were strangled by this, they usually used their hands to pull the rope and protect their throat. The sneak attacker obviously did not expect the Falcon to fight back at this time. In a daze, the sharp tip of the sting had already pierced into his right chest along the gap between the two ribs. He let out a muffled groan, hurriedly reached out to cover his wound, and the rope that tied the Falcon's neck suddenly loosened.

The Falcon rolled two consecutive times, pulling out the Type 92 pistol at the waist while rolling, aiming the muzzle at the sneak attacker and pulling the trigger without hesitation. Shooting from close range, the bullet penetrated into the sneak attacker's head without any suspense.

The cheetah had already detoured from the flank to approach the sniper at 11 o'clock. He tiptoed and silently approached the target with various hidden objects, like a cheetah ready to send a fatal blow to the target with unpredictable attack power at any time.

The mercenary sniper leaned his eyes against the scope and looked for his target. From the corner of his eyes, he suddenly saw a sturdy figure on the right wing flashing. He was shocked and turned his gun in panic and pointed it at the right wing. He pulled the trigger without even finding the target and fired three bullets in one breath.

"Stay." The cheetah suddenly flashed from behind the tree, and a precise short shot was shot. A ball of blood burst out from the head of the sniper who had already jumped, and fell straight to the ground.

"Clear, safe!" Cheetah whispered to the meshes, searching the body for a moment, but couldn't find what he needed. He immediately looked around, and a ball of shaking grass caught his attention. He rushed over with a gun and used the barrel to push the grass away. The fat and white middle-aged man curled up in the grass ball and hugged his head and shouted loudly: "Don't kill me, don't kill me! I surrender!"

The cheetah lifted the middle-aged man up, slammed the ground beside him, pointed the gun at the other party's head, and shouted in a deep voice: "Say, where are the information you stolen from the country? If you don't say I'll shoot you to death!"

"In... in..." The middle-aged man's eyes rolled around and he suddenly asked, "Brother, how are we going to talk about the conditions?"

"Are you qualified to negotiate with me?" Cheetah's eyes emitted a cold and deep light, and a teasing sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Are you a special forces soldier? I know you soldiers don't have much money, so I'd better follow me. As long as you protect me and send the information to the designated handover point in M ​​Country, I will get 10 million US dollars. This money, we 55 cents, how about it?" The middle-aged man stretched out five fingers with hope: "Five million US dollars! You may have never seen so much money in your life!"

"Shut up your dog's mouth, you scum!" The cheetah flew up and kicked the man in the abdomen, immediately making him scream like a pig slaughtering him.

The Falcon rushed over with a sniper rifle and whispered in the ear of the cheetah: "I just searched for all the corpses, and there was nothing I was looking for. These mercenaries carried satellite phones, and reinforcements would arrive soon, hurry up!" After that, he crawled into the bushes with his sniper rifle and took on a warning mission.

The cheetah took out his pistol and pointed at a tree beside the middle-aged man and gently hooked his fingers. A "bang" sounded, and the bullet was deeply embedded in the trunk. The muzzle was still emitting blue smoke and moved slightly, pointing to the middle-aged man's head, and shouted in a deep voice: "Did you see it? Is your head strong or this tree strong? I'll ask you again last, where is the information?"

His sharp eyes showed a fierce light, his eyes were sharp and bright, full of wild power, which was the unique gaze when he was hunting. Seeing that the middle-aged man was still trying to bargain, the corners of his lips were slightly curled without any sense, and his right index finger slowly moved to the gun: "I'll give you the last ten seconds. When the time comes, no matter whether you say it or not, I will shoot. Ten, nine, eight..."

As he counted down, the muzzle was pressing harder and harder against the middle-aged man's eyebrows. Beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down from the middle-aged man's forehead. When the cheetah counted to three, the middle-aged man finally collapsed completely. "Don't kill me, I say, I'll say everything!" He pointed to the grass nest where he had just been hiding: "I...I hide the micro camera there."

The cheetah lifted his fat body and threw it into the grass nest: "Take it out by yourself, I warn you not to play tricks with me!"

"I dare not, I dare not." The middle-aged man murmured and kept saying, reaching out to take it in the grass for a long time, and when he took it out, there was a micro camera in his hand.

Cheetah took this sophisticated spy tool and skillfully opened it and checked it. It was good, it was exactly what he was looking for. He put away the camera and looked down at the middle-aged man who was constantly timid: "You are the scum who ruled the country and surrendered to the enemy! Is money that important to you? Once this important military intelligence leaked, it will cause immeasurable losses to the country and the nation, bastard!"

"You...you can't shoot, I'm a prisoner, the People's Liberation Army treats prisoners preferentially!" The middle-aged man looked at his almost vicious expression, shocked, and didn't know where the strength came from, and he supported his hands and tried desperately to retreat backwards.

"Are you a prisoner? You are a scumbag!" Cheetah looked down at the gun in her hand, and suddenly smiled faintly, her smile was so weird that it was indescribable: "You are right, I really can't shoot. There is no need to waste bullets when dealing with a scumbag like you!"

"Ah--" The middle-aged man screamed, and stood up and was about to run away. He had just turned around and a military sting flew straight with the strong wind breaking through the air, instantly piercing from behind his head to his forehead. His fat body twitched violently and fell heavily to the ground.

A slightly rushing voice from the headphones suddenly came from the falcon: "Cheetah, twelve o'clock, the wolf pack is approaching quickly!"

"It's coming very quickly. Withdraw!" The cheetah whispered, and alternately covered the evacuation of the battlefield with the falcon, flashing into the dense jungle, and disappeared almost instantly without a trace. The jungle returned to its original silence. Except for a few more corpses on the ground, nothing seemed to have happened here.
Chapter completed!