What kind of darkness is that?

It was pitch black, originally used to describe a scene that was so dark that it was impossible to see your fingers. But in the darkness in front of you, there was always a little bit of green light, as if it was hope in the darkness, and as if it was a lighthouse in life, guiding the direction.

Occasionally, one or two red dots will be lit around the green light. To put it more literary, it is the devil's eyes, and to be more popular, it is the lit cigarette butt.

Waiting is always the most boring. If you are well-trained and firm in your mind, you will always change your time in the long waiting period.

The radio vacuum tube headphones in the ear piercing can occasionally hear the sound of call-up checks and low conversations. Although chatting through the encrypted communication system is not allowed, in order to refresh yourself while waiting, it does not violate the regulations.

So apart from floating radio waves, this darkness is very quiet.

Apart from the occasional cough and the sound of metal collision, there is only the faint green light.

Finally, someone couldn't help but stretched out the cigarette butt to the green light and peeked, pressing the walkie-talkie ppt with a smile to spread gossip in Russian: "Buck is trying to cheat again..."

Before he finished speaking, a clear sound came from everyone's headphones!

The cigarette butt, the green light disappeared in an instant, and the rapid breathing suddenly returned to silence, as if no creature had existed in the darkness where the hand was invisible, and as if there was an evil dragon spitting out the dragon's breath in front of everyone's nose!

The sound in the headphones was very low, and the simple and urgent command was in Russian: "Plan No. 4, countdown to attack in five seconds, and it will be in place in thirty seconds...4,3,2,1!go!"

Without the sensation of thunder and the sharpness of the sword being unsheathed, the door with good sound insulation was opened in a crack, and strong light was cast in, but without waiting for the dark space to be seen clearly from the floating dust particles of the light and the adaptation of the pupils, only four black shadows flashed in the faint noise that followed, and there was a close darkness that threw itself into the light and the sun.

Just a few steps, it became a vague noise. There was a busy fishing market next to the green inland lake. Several figures came out of the cold storage behind the fishing market. They were dressed similar to the typical ethnic costumes in the border areas of Asia and Europe. With the dirty aquatic products aprons and wrinkled cigarettes, no one would notice the difference between these four men with different figures and obesity.

Usually the army's body shape is neatly and uniformly close, making it easier to be exposed.

There are no tall buildings in the Yushi Town. The low and dilapidated temporary houses everywhere are the main themes of the old two-and-three-story buildings in the old era, and they cannot provide any close-range high-point sniper position.

Therefore, the nearest snipers could only capture the four figures mixed in the crowd about 1,200 meters away from the mountain, and only from their scopes and high-power observation mirrors.

It seems that they are walking inadvertently among the four fishermen, merchants and tourists. All three have a weather-beaten face. They are around thirty to forty years old, and they apply skin tone and make-up in a speckled way, making them half-low their heads and not be noticed.

Only Buck, who fell at the end, chuckled openly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, looking around without hiding his own behavior, because only his East Asian appearance looks very close to the Europa mixed race of the nearby country, and the other three people have a bit of Europa smell. In addition, the top is a copycat Adidas sportswear for young people in Northwest Asian countries, with a fishy rubber apron wrapped around his waist, the jeans and sneakers underneath are both old-fashioned, with a slightly wet cigarette curl on his mouth, and the iconic mid-length hair with slightly curly hair on his head, just like the local young man who doesn't pay much attention to personal hygiene, drooping greasy, which makes a sniper who closely follows him unable to help but whisper: "Buck... Who made this hair for him? It's so realistic!"

The observer next to him laughed: "Who else..." He was immediately slapped in the back of the head by the commander behind him!

Relaxed words are just to hide the tension in everyone's hearts and to relax the overly tight fingers.

Buck's sunny smile was very natural, and he even curiously leaned his head and was playing poker by the fishing market. He stopped and looked around, smiled and said a few local words, and turned around casually and walked directly across the street that was wide by the palm.

Because the vendors who occupy the road and the young local people who do nothing have long occupied half of the road without restraint, a very small number of passing vehicles are moving carefully, which seems helpless.

The seemingly dragging movements were actually very accurate. Buck had just walked across the street vendor to the door of a door with the sign of aquatic products company hidden behind him. The other three were also appropriately spreading the finished font shapes and squatting down on the left and back of this slightly dilapidated two-story building.

Buck took off the cigarette roll from his mouth and shook it on his hand. It seemed that he had been delayed for a little while before he heard the bell ringing. In this area where it was supposed to be multi-ethnic and multi-faithful, there seemed to be a sound of worship.

The movement commander, who was also lying on the hill in the distance, smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Time is just right!"

The moment all the locals lay down, the cigarette butt in Buck's hand popped out, lifted the thick and greasy curtain with his left hand, and pulled out an extremely rare Ruger MK3 high-precision professional pistol from his arms with his right hand. This integrated sound silencer pistol that looks like an exquisitely made sand gray metal tube fixed to a plastic handle is rare. It is a special pistol that only some senior NATO agents use. In this 1.8-meter-old young man's hand is like a baton in the hands of a conductor.

Holding one hand and a handheld computer with the left hand, the photos kept flying. Although I have remembered it many times, they were all found from black market spies for standard photos or secret photos from years ago. Compared to the basic professional ethics of killers, it is the killer's basic professional ethics.

The sand-gray trigger on the black handle was lightly pulled by the index finger of the right hand...

From the beginning of entering the door, three squatted inside the door and whispered to discuss something. Before the middle-aged and young men who looked up at each other in shock had time to speak, the 5.56mm pistol bullet shot through their heads!

The pistol was shot at a very close distance, and the initial velocity of the borehole did not reach the highest point. The bullet was shot in from the forehead, leaving only a circle of burning marks on the forehead skin, but the rolling warhead did not fly out from behind the head.

But shooting from high to bottom can just ensure that it can hit from the forehead and roll down to destroy the central nervous system in the lower part of the hind head!

The three bodies fell to the ground without any struggle or calling!

The toes even nimblely weighed the corpse one by one as soon as they fell down, helping the body to gently lie down, but the sound of the corpse falling down seemed to be louder than the gunshot!

It can be seen how magical the sound silencing effect of this special pistol is!

There was no scene of blood splashing everywhere, and the body fell to the ground, and then I saw the gurgling blood soaking into the compacted ground.
Chapter completed!