"Four people..." Gu Tie looked back at the burning ruins of the cabin, "That should be no problem," the first enemy was killed by Ed, the second, three enemies tracked him into the forest, and the fourth enemy Stay here, burn the cabin and the corpses of your companions, and then be killed by yourself.
"Gu Tie, who are you?" Watching the mysterious Chinese man unload the pistol magazine smoothly to check the remaining ammunition, turn off the safety, and with a flick of his wrist, Walter's pistol disappeared from his hand. The ranger Ed looked a little wary. , and asked curiously.
"I also want to ask who you are," Gu Tie glared at him angrily. Unexpectedly, the bearded man was a secret master of jungle warfare. He just looked at him lurking on a burning pine tree, enduring the flames. The self-inflicted tactic of waiting for the enemy to approach is definitely not something Chu Ge can do on paper.
"I served in the First Special Operations Regiment of the Polish Army before I was discharged from the army. I was later selected by one of our country's elite units to perform special operations missions until... I was forced to retire," Ed said proudly and sadly, lowering his head to put out the clothes on his clothes. The last little flame.
Gu Tie opened his mouth wide: "Thunder Special Forces,"
The Polish Mobile Reaction Operations Force (GROM), also known as the Thunder Special Forces, is a new special operations force established in 1991. Due to the strict confidentiality of the Polish military, the number of personnel and specific combat tasks of the unit are rarely known. However, according to outside sources It is estimated that GROM has a total of about 270 team members, divided into several 4-person teams. Each team is a highly skilled and team-spirited combat team.
Although the double-barreled shotgun in Ed's hand was not raised, Gu Tie clearly felt an obvious threat from his slightly changed stance, "Why do you know GROM? Show your identity," the ranger's voice gradually became Cold.
Gu Tie quickly waved his hand: "Don't make trouble, Lao Ai, did the Thunder Force go to China 5 years ago and carried out a counter-insurgency activity with the Nanjing Military Region's Feilong Special Operations Brigade? Were you still serving at that time? "
The bearded man nodded in confusion: "Yes, I was on the list of eighty people going to China at that time,"
"That's right," Gu Tie slapped his thigh, "I was studying at the Chinese People's Liberation Army University of Science and Technology at that time, and was invited to visit the confrontation drill. Speaking of which, I met you on the rostrum five years ago. You must not have a beard at that time, otherwise I would not be able to remember your face,"
Ed immediately relaxed his vigilance and showed a shy smile: "I only started to grow my beard after I retired. So, you are a Chinese soldier. What are you doing in Poland? Are you on a mission?"
"No, let's find a safe place first and then slowly reminisce about old times." Gu Tie glanced at the messy forest land. "How do you explain these corpses and this fire to the Polish government?"
"Corpse, what kind of corpse?" The bearded man showed an innocent expression and secretly kicked up the body, kicking the one hundred and eighty-pound corpse away and falling into the flames with a splash.
Gu Tie was so angry: "You don't really think that this small fire can burn the body and the equipment together, do you?"
"Of course not." It turns out that the seemingly honest forest ranger also has a cunning side, "The story is like this: a forest fire occurred naturally. Because the fire was too strong, I had to evacuate the scene after reporting the disaster and wait for three to five days. After that, the flames completely subsided, and I and the on-site investigators were surprised to find the remains of foreigners. Let the damn Polish government handle the rest. I'm just an innocent veteran. Anyway, it's a fire now. During the peak period, the forest fire in Belarus burned the Pripyat Forest Park into a wasteland, didn't it?"
The originator of Belarus's "forest fire" looked away and coughed twice, "Where are we going? Besides, you seem a little dissatisfied with the government."
Ed didn't say anything and put a few brass cartridge cases in his palm into his pocket. This small detail did not escape Gu Tie's eyes. As a member of the Thunder Force who is good at covert operations, Big Beard must have received strict mopping up training, so that when he started While firing the gun, he reached out to grab the ejected bullet casing from the air to prevent his traces from being exposed.
"And your No. 12 deer bullet slug," Gu Tie reminded.
Ed glanced at him appreciatively: "Don't worry about that,"
"Why," Gu Tie heard this and walked to the Japanese who was shot in the chest. He lowered his head and looked at it. He was surprised to find that the large single-headed bullet embedded in the Kevlar body armor had begun to dissolve, and the crystal hemispherical surface reflected the swaying "...This is ice, a shotgun bullet made of ice," the Chinese couldn't help but squat down and touch the bullet. The tentacles were cold, and through the transparent shell, he could vaguely see a black core in the warhead. Gadgets, like pebbles that can be seen everywhere.
A low roar sounded from behind. As the speed of the V-shaped engine gradually stabilized, the wonderful three-beat sound of horse hooves from the twin cylinders resounded through the forest. Gu Tie stood up and saw Ed getting on the Harley Davidson Fat Boy motorcycle. Waved to him: "Come up, let's go,"
Gu Tie hesitated and said: "Do you want me to sit in the back seat? I usually play your role, and there should be a beautiful woman with a slim waist and long legs behind to make the scene look..."
The bearded man pumped the gas twice, shifted into first gear, and said, "Come or not,"
"No idiot will come," Gu Tie ran over excitedly and jumped on the back seat of the Harley. Ed laughed loudly, and the exhaust pipe of the motorcycle spurted heat waves, "I know a small road, no one can see us. ," He twisted the accelerator, and the tires squeaked and skidded on the ground. Amidst the fragrant smell of gasoline and burning tires, the orange cruiser rushed out of the fire and plunged into the dense forest at night.
The small road that Big Beard mentioned was not a road at all. The motorcycle kept shuttling between the tree trunks, making knee-to-the-ground bending movements one after another. Gu Tie couldn't help but marvel at Ed's driving skills again. Minutes later, he couldn't help but ask: "Are there stones for weighting in the ice bullet? You froze it yourself in the refrigerator. Is the ice hard enough so that it won't break?"
"It's a counterweight stone. My refrigerator has been modified so that the freezer can reach a low temperature of minus 42 degrees. At this temperature, the Mohs hardness of ice can reach between 4 and 5. If it can reach minus 50 degrees If so..." Ed turned around and explained, "Watch the road, watch the road," Gu Tie exclaimed and pointed forward. The bearded man downshifted nonchalantly to replenish fuel. The heavy cruise motorcycle nimbly avoided the oncoming traffic like a little sheep. Big tree.
Gu Tie wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "If the Mohs hardness reaches above 4, it has surpassed iron and reached minus 50 degrees."
"The hardness can reach 6, the hardness of high-carbon steel, but civilian-grade refrigerators cannot complete this task and require industrial and laboratory-grade equipment," Ed said.
"Then how do you solve the problem of overall strength? Withstand the strong chamber pressure and the impact of hitting the target, the ice warhead will not shatter," Gu Tie was still puzzled.
"Let GROM keep some of his secrets," the bearded man turned around and smiled.
Gu Tie curled his lips: "To spend so much effort to destroy the evidence, why not just lift the warhead out?"
Ed shook his head: "You can't guarantee that on the battlefield, and tissue trauma analysis experts can analyze the model of ammunition and firearms from the shape of the wound channel, plus the model of the knife you used to deflect the bullet,"
"I still think what you did is a bit too much," Gu Tie said in a low voice.
After running at a life-or-death speed for forty minutes in the dark jungle, the motorcycle rushed out of the forest. The tires rolled on the fine stones, causing a jolt. There were still no lights around. Gu Tie raised his head and judged the direction from the starry sky. , they have been moving northwest, and their current location should be in the northeastern suburbs of Bialystok.
"Where are we going," he yelled.
"Already arrived," the ranger replied.
The Harley motorcycle suddenly stopped in front of a dark two-story building. Gu Tie got off the car and looked at this ordinary building. The building without any surface decoration looked no different from the self-built houses in rural areas all over China. , the bearded man turned off the engine, pushed the motorcycle and hid behind the house, then took out the key to open the first floor door, pushed the creaking black iron door: "Come in, friend, Micasa, sucasa,"
"Gracias, what kind of Spanish is a Polish guy who speaks International Language talking about? He must have learned it from Hollywood movies," Gu Tie muttered and walked into the room. The first floor was completely empty, with gray wall paint, what? There were no furnishings, so I followed the bearded man up to the second floor. There were two simple camp beds in each of the two bedrooms on both sides of the corridor, neatly folded military green thin quilts, desks without any decorative lines, and desks that looked hard and uncomfortable. There is a square stool and two 60-watt incandescent light bulbs hanging from the ceiling. God knows where he got such nostalgic antiques today when energy conservation and environmental protection have become a national perverted religious doctrine.
He reached out and touched the table. There was thick dust on the table. It was obvious that no one had lived in it for a long time. This house should belong to a soldier who had received strict training and had served for a long time. He was stoic and had no interest in anything. Gu Tie took a peek. Ed thought that this bearded man was a sultry veteran who liked to engage in romanticism, so he didn't even have a pornographic magazine in the room.
"The residence of one of my comrades in arms," Sure enough, Ed explained. He walked to the small kitchen at the end of the corridor and opened the refrigerator. The refrigerator had been out of power for a long time. As soon as he opened the door, a stench came out, and the rotten food turned into The liquid trickled down, and judging from the color, Gu Tie suspected that the thick liquid was once a piece of ham.
The bearded man looked inside with a calm expression, reached out and picked up two cans of tuna, and found a can of bean soup that was well sealed, "Dinner, can you?"
Gu Tie stared at the sticky can, considered the needs of his body, suppressed his nausea and nodded: "Okay, I'll leave it to you, it's absolutely safe here,"
"Of course, it's absolutely safe," Ed replied confidently. He rubbed the can on his shirt and looked at the light to observe the production date: "Oh, you're lucky. It expires today and we have to finish it within three hours. it,"
Gu Tie waved his hands feebly: "Whatever...I want to check some information online," he took out his mobile phone from his pocket.
The bearded man showed disgust: "GTC...go to the bedroom, don't let me see it,"
"Where are the natural IPU candidates," Gu Tie commented, turning around and entering the room, "By the way, Gu Tie," Ed stopped him, "While dealing with the two enemies, I heard a term, maybe You might as well look up the name of their organization,"
"Okay, tell me," Gu Tie's eyes lit up, this was a precious clue.
"It seems to be called something red...what kind of bird brotherhood is here," the bearded man scratched his nose and recalled, "There is a kind of bird, red, with long wings, what is it called?"
Gu Tie immediately thought of the crimson bird-shaped tattoos on Japanese people, "It's a raptor, right?"
Ed nodded: "Yes, an eagle or something, oh yes, owl, red owl... no, red owl, by the way, that name is called 'Red Owl Brotherhood',"
"Red Owl Brotherhood, very good." Gu Tie immediately walked into the bedroom and connected to the Genesis Network to search for the name of the mysterious organization. He did not expect that such a simple move would be the beginning of a disaster.