Werther, who was walking, gave the drug lord Hong Lin a hard look because the other party made too much noise and disturbed the birds.
"If you really want to go in alive and well, then cheer up, otherwise it will only drag us down to bury you with you." Witte warned Hong Lin.
Although the other party is the employer and he earns his employer's money, and he must obey the other party's instructions to some extent, he will never allow any mistakes in this situation.
Just now, Hong Lin almost fell down and pressed down on a small dry tree, causing a noise, startling the birds perched on the tree, and causing a huge commotion.
This kind of sound is the most terrifying. Any experienced soldier can judge from the sound and determine their exact location. The special forces blocking the front must have felt it, and there is no way to hide it from the opponent's eyes.
"Don't talk nonsense to me!" Hong Lin growled, leaning on his rifle and said: "What I need is for you to take me in, understand? Take me through the outpost and into the border! If you think five million is not enough, then I will
I’ll pay you an extra five million, and all I need is you to take me in within the stipulated time!”
"Idiot!" the Chinese mercenary came up and cursed: "Do you know that your actions will kill everyone? Don't think that you can be self-righteous just because you have a few dollars. If there is no life, no matter how much money you have, it will not help. Understand
?"
Hong Lin couldn't understand what kind of situation his behavior would cause, but he could realize that this was definitely not the time to argue. He should calm down and let professional mercenaries lead him through.
So he closed his mouth and looked at his watch anxiously.
"Boss, I understand your mood very well." Witte made the atmosphere more harmonious and said harmoniously: "What we are facing are Chinese special forces. They are very powerful. They can accurately judge any movement.
Our location. So I need your cooperation, hold on, we will arrive soon within the agreed time."
Hong Lin, who had an impatient face, stopped talking, which he could understand. Because he had been traveling back and forth across the border, he had some idea of the capabilities of these border soldiers, but he was really impatient. If it wasn't for time being too tight, he wouldn't have done it at all.
He would not pay a large sum of money to hire mercenaries to help him enter the country.
In this situation, we can only suppress our inner anxiety and cooperate with the other party to move forward.
Seeing that Hong Lin was willing to cooperate, Vit nodded and made an investigative gesture towards one of the mercenaries.
After receiving the signal, the mercenary immediately advanced silently in a straight line with his rifle, while Witte and his party immediately headed east, deviating from the original route.
Yan Fenghuo, who was still sitting quietly on the tree, did not move. Seven or eight birds fell on him, and there were no clues at all. He caught the movement just now clearly, and the more confused the other party became, the more confused he became.
The better the time for him to hunt.
About five minutes later, a mercenary in jungle combat uniform silently approached his position with tactical steps.
This mercenary holds an MP5 submachine gun in his hand, holds his chest and abdomen, and searches back and forth vigilantly. His tactical movements are very effective. Every step follows the basic step principle of transitioning from the forefoot to the heel, and lands a little on the ground.
There is no sound.
In addition, his eyes are very sharp, and one eye is responsible for aiming and the other eye is responsible for searching.
This is an extremely experienced mercenary, and this kind of tactical action alone cannot be learned by ordinary troops.
Seeing the other party's movements, Yan Fenghuo squinted his eyes even tighter, and completely collected the aura on his body, as if this space did not exist. The flying bird on his body seemed to feel this abnormality, and hesitated a little
He raised his head, but after seeing the branches under his feet, he realized that he was still standing here, and he felt relieved.
This area was relatively spacious, forming a small jungle open area. The mercenary was extremely cautious. After many trials, he finally stepped out from behind the big tree. However, when his right foot had just stepped out, it had not yet touched the ground.
When it hit, it immediately retracted like lightning, as if it had discovered a landmine.
His eyes showed a calm and capable light. This action was his test. Usually in this kind of terrain, it is easy to have an ambush. Because it is spacious, there are no trees to block the warhead within a radius of 20 meters, which is most suitable for ambush.
Yan Fenghuo still didn't move, and the bird on his body was still preening its feathers and chirping.
The mercenary glanced back and forth several times before taking a step with peace of mind, holding his breath and moving slowly. The direction of his movement was exactly the big tree where Yan Fenghuo was hiding, because there was a group of birds gathering on this big tree. The birds
is the most sensitive.
As the mercenary approached, the bird that landed on Yan Fenghuo still stayed there peacefully, seemingly not hostile to the mercenary.
Very good, master!
Yan Fenghuo, who was motionless, sighed inwardly. He finally understood why this mercenary team was able to kill the border scout team. Because they were strong, indeed very strong, and their ability to hide themselves was not bad at all, even while walking.
He can control his breath so well that he doesn't even disturb the birds.
The mercenary walked under the tree, leaned his whole back firmly on the trunk, and breathed a sigh of relief: there were no people, only jungle and birds.
If he could raise his head and look up at this time, he would immediately feel a sense of despair. Because the Chinese special forces whom they had warned about were lurking motionless above his head, his eyes narrowed in an extremely dangerous way.
Her weak eyes lightly scanned his body.
kill!
Yan Fenghuo's eyes widened, and a fierce murderous intention burst out. He performed the rhythm from absolute stillness to the instantaneous explosion of lava to the fullest!
"Pulling!..."
The first ones to react were the birds. They flapped their wings wildly and flew towards the sky. Even the expressionless birds' eyes showed extreme fear filled with murderous aura.
The mercenary was the next to react. He did not reflexively look above his head. Instead, he bent down and rolled forward at an extremely fast speed. The sooner he could get away from the tree, the better.
Fear! Deep fear!
When the murderous aura came, he felt that all the pores above and below him were exploding, and he was terrified. This enemy was so terrifying. He could combine his own breath with nature so perfectly that even the birds seemed unaware.
Escape as far as you want, this Chinese special forces soldier is not something you can deal with!
With a "hoo" sound, Yan Fenghuo's body fell downwards. The moment he fell, he threw the rifle behind his back with his right hand and pulled out the saber on his body.
The sun shines on the saber, reflecting a dazzling light.
After completing the rolling movement, the mercenary immediately turned around and raised his gun, intending to shoot at Yan Fenghuo. His rolling movement allowed him to jump forward five or six meters and completely break away from the tree trunk. Now he can escape as long as he forces the opponent back.
.
But just as he was about to turn around, he felt a heavy object coming towards him. Before he could change his moves, he was knocked to the ground by a big hand.
A shocked look appeared in the mercenary's eyes. He couldn't figure out why he was knocked down by the opponent after he had already completed a rolling motion.
But he couldn't figure it out, so he didn't have time to think about it any more.
A cold feeling rose from the main artery in the neck, and the mercenary could clearly hear the sound of blood splashing out from the wound, like the music played by the god of death.
"puff!……"
The heart is like a high-pressure water pump, pushing the vented blood outward and spraying out more than two meters away.
Cutting off the main artery in the opponent's neck with one knife, Yan Fenghuo immediately rotated the blade to cut off the opponent's trachea and snatched the MP5 submachine gun from the opponent's hand.
"Ho ho..."
The mercenary struggled and knelt on the ground, desperately covering his wound with both hands to stop the blood from flowing out. But when he covered the wound with his big hands, he realized that all this was of no avail. The blood that had nowhere to vent was flowing along him.
His fingers were spraying outwards, showing an explosive state. Even if the arteries and blood vessels were sutured now, it would be impossible to save his life.
Various expressions of fear, despair, unwillingness, and unyielding appeared on the mercenary's face. After blood continued to spurt for three seconds, he finally fell heavily to the ground.
The sound of "ho ho" kept coming from his throat, his eyes with brown pupils opened wide, and his body began to twitch.
He has not yet seen who the person who killed him is, and he has never seen the appearance of his enemy from beginning to end.
Yan Fenghuo stood quietly behind the mercenary, watching the mercenary's blood dye the ground red, waiting for his body to fall into calm.
When the mercenary was completely dead, he began to remove all the weapons and equipment from the opponent, carried them on his back, and strode eastwards with the smell of blood.
Hunting, cold and perfect hunting.
In the survival training of being with wild beasts and snatching food from their mouths, he understands the true meaning of hunting better than anyone else. What's more, he has been a ferocious beast since he was a child, possessing talents that are difficult for ordinary people to match.
Mercenaries turn off their radios after entering the country. It is best not to use any communication equipment here, otherwise they will be easily intercepted. Therefore, they use the most primitive way to communicate: agreement.
When a team member leaves the team, they will make an agreement with each other on how long it will take to reunite. If this time period is exceeded, the team member will be deemed dead and will no longer wait.
Witte and his team did not wait for their teammates to return and immediately concluded that their teammates had been killed.
"Pass as soon as possible!" Werther's face became very ugly.
The lost team member was the best investigator in the mercenary group and had absolutely sharp sensory abilities. His death undoubtedly caused the team to lose a pair of eyes. Not only that, but the loss to the entire mercenary group was huge.
The mercenary team that lost one of its members became more solemn and cautious. They even suspected that they were about to step into a counterattack trap, because no one knew whether there was one special force or many special forces in front of them.
The anxious Hong Lin felt the threat of death, and finally suppressed his anxiety, forcing his pampered body to quickly follow Werther.
Platoon leader Chen Gan finally arrived, and international mercenaries appeared in his scope: one, two, three...
His whole body suddenly surged with indescribable excitement. His excited fingers trembled and he involuntarily tapped the trigger quickly.