Zheng Xiao lay quietly behind the protruding rock, breathing steadily. He listened intently, his eyes twinkling. After a while, he raised his right hand, pointed lightly in front of him, then gathered three fingers together and made a pinch.
Action together!
Zhuge Hong nodded knowingly and blew three long and two short whistles on the intercom. Several special forces members immediately dispersed to form two combat groups. One of the combat groups used the cover of rocks, trees and weeds to quickly
Then it quietly disappeared into the jungle and disappeared.
Zhuge Hong raised his head and looked at the hostages on the hillside in the distance, as well as the Japanese agents with guns beside the hostages. He lowered his head and asked through the intercom: "Hawkeye One, how sure are you of killing one of them?"
The other side pondered for a moment, and then replied: "If we only deal with one, we are 70% sure!"
"Okay, you deal with target No. 1, and someone else will deal with the remaining one!" Zhuge Hong decisively gave the order: "When I cough, you shoot!"
"clear!"
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The gun-wielding Japanese agent behind the hostage raised his hand, put the muzzle of the gun on the girl's temple, and slowly dug his finger towards the trigger...
"etc!"
Zhuge Hong roared, then stood up from behind the stone, slowly raised the gun in his hand, and then carefully placed it on the ground in the grass at his feet. The four special forces members behind him also stood up.
He put the automatic rifle in his hand on the ground.
"Okay, this is the person who knows the current affairs!"
Someone laughed loudly on the hillside opposite, and then the grass swayed. A dozen Japanese agents wearing black ninja uniforms and black hoods came out. The leader was a Japanese man of medium build, holding a gun in his hand.
A box cannon, "Haha, very good. In fact, we are also entrusted by others. As long as you don't resist, we won't embarrass you!"
The Japanese special forces rushed down the hillside and quickly occupied the favorable terrain. Their guns were pointed at Zhuge Hong and the others. Although the special forces had no weapons, they still did not dare to relax their vigilance.
Two Japanese agents rushed forward and grabbed Zhuge Hong's arms. The Japanese agent on the left raised his left knee and hit Zhuge Hong hard on the abdomen. Zhuge Hong groaned and bent down.
"Aikawa, how can you be so rude? This is our guest, you should be more respectful!" Captain Shibuya, the leader, frowned and glared at the Japanese special attack team member.
Aichuan did not dare to refute, so he responded and stepped aside, but his eyes were full of hatred, because one of his best friends was among the people who died just now.
Zhuge Hong took a deep breath, stood up straight, and asked, "Can we let those innocent hostages go now?"
"Sorry, I lied!" The leader of the Shibuya captain smiled slyly: "I will never let go of any of these people!"
"Despicable!" A special forces member struggled angrily, but the Japanese agent beside him picked up the butt of his rifle and hit it on the head. Blood dripped down his forehead.
"You will regret your decision!" Zhuge Hong stood upright in front of Shibuya, his tone was very calm.
Shibuya frowned and rubbed his nose with the fingers of his right hand! He felt that Zhuge Hong was not lying, but in his opinion, the special forces team members who had put down their guns were facing more than a dozen people who had also passed by.
The specially trained Sakura special forces no longer pose much of a threat.
"How to deal with these people?" A Japanese secret service team member walked up to Shibuya and asked in a low voice.
Agent Captain Akutagawa waved his arm down and made a motion of slitting his throat. The agents understood and escorted the villagers away.
They have always carried out tasks without leaving anyone alive, which can avoid a lot of trouble.
The two Japanese agents guarding the hostages on the mountain saw that Yamashita had taken control of the situation, and they obviously felt much more relaxed. They put their pistols back into the holsters on their waists, turned around from behind the hostages, and shouted to them, "
Go quickly."
At this time, in a bush more than 800 meters away from them, the muzzle of a dark sniper rifle was moving as they walked, looking for the best shooting opportunity...