Chapter 37: Separation

Qi Tianlin was waiting for this moment, half-kneeling on the ground, leaning on a tree trunk with his left shoulder, and placing his left elbow on his bent left knee, quietly pulling the trigger!

It's similar to playing video games. It quickly predicts an advance amount. It mainly shoots a larger upper body, moves the muzzle quickly, and falls continuously!

Qi Tianlin was still not greedy for many people. He knocked out these four or five, then put on his rifle and turned around and ran to the two cooled corpses. He took off several magazines, and ran to the scene where he had just shot the black man with his head in silence!

It's quiet here now! And this kind of quiet often breeds danger...

The danger that a fool can smell!

Qi Tianlin was not stupid, so he took a lighter pace from afar and started crawling, so meticulous that the leaves and branches in front of him had to be cleared and crawled slowly...

Because he came over in a circle, he even saw a trembling black man on the way. He made a gesture and pointed in a direction. The black man nodded his head a few times and threw himself into the jungle.

However, because of the alarming sound of the black man leaving, Qi Tianlin had to choose a new direction and crawl for almost half an hour before approaching the scene just now!

The captain was here. They left four people to protect the patrons, formed a simple defensive position with more than a dozen backpacks thrown by the dowrymen, unfolded a black folding board and put it on the travel hat!

That is the bulletproof board that PMC likes to use for protection tasks. It is usually a briefcase that is folded and is inconspicuous at all.

The four gunmen, including the captain, leaned back to each other and half kneeled on the ground. They observed the surroundings vigilantly. Qi Tianlin didn't dare to pull the rifle in front of him. He still felt that he should use camouflage disguise in his mind.

The captain gently touched the left ear with his left hand in the middle, and his face looked ugly: "He is a familiar man, there are only five of them left, Tom and Defoe were injured by the bomb..."

The other three were not impulsive at all, and did not turn around and look at the captain, and continued to look in their respective directions. The captain turned his head to look at the customer: "Boss, do you really don't know what's going on?" At this time, one of the black corpses lying on the front seemed to be dead. He turned over and moaned. A rifleman in a TAC tactical vest on the side shot him in the head without hesitation, and exploded with white brains.

The travel hat under the bulletproof board looked at this scene with a side face, and seemed not panic or afraid. He also thought for a moment: "Did the British know about this? In history, they were the only ones who have been involved in this area..."

The captain reminded: "Who did you disclose the information to this operation? It is obvious that such professionals are waiting for us here. It is impossible to meet us by chance. Maybe we have been decorating for several days."

The boss still pondered: "This position was passed on to me by my father. It is impossible for anyone to know. Is it related to the person who snatched the Holy Hammer some time ago..."

Qi Tianlin didn't say anything, watched quietly and listened, trying to get as much information as possible.

The woods opposite him suddenly moved a little, and the gunmen immediately changed their formation and three went there, but what appeared soon was that their accomplices and three men were supporting the two wounded people. One of them had their left thighs broken from above the knees, and now they were bandaged randomly, and a tourniquet was tightly tied in the middle of the thigh. Otherwise, if the thigh artery was blown off, the person would die of excessive blood loss in a few minutes.

But even so, this person fainted from pain. His face was pale, with some blood stains, and it became even whiter. A gray that was close to death slowly spreading from his neck to his face...

The captain squatted down and took a look. Without any hesitation, he took out a pistol and pressed it against his head. After the dull pistol sound, the wounded turned into a corpse with the traces of the bullet on his forehead burning.

Qi Tianlin didn't care about anyone. He observed the captain with interest because he used a Kimberl tactical pistol, which was a high-end product and was considered a competition-level. It is said that the US Olympic team used this as a practice gun, and only the US Marines could use this in the army, which shows that the captain's shooting ability is extraordinary, so be careful.

The other wounded man was a little better, but he was not sad at all. He looked at his dead companion and shook his head: "Fortunately, my arm was just blown off, so I went out to lure him?" They really didn't predict that Qi Tianlin's movement speed was so fast, so they circled around and lay on the side to observe.

One of the three people who came back with him seemed to have a bad temper: "We pretended to be thunder, but we didn't respond. This kid was so agile as if he was a rabbit! I really wanted to tie him up and smash him with a bazooka!"

Qi Tianlin suddenly felt that this was not bad, so he would repair this guy later.

The one with the broken hand seemed to be the deputy captain. He whispered to the captain for a few words. The captain also discussed with the boss. Seeing the boss shook his head firmly, he probably disagreed with their retreat plan. After a few more arguments, the captain arranged for the broken hand to take some supplies and leave with someone!

Nowadays, PMC is different from the mercenaries of the past. Everyone has offices, licensed ones, and they will not give up until they have to take orders. Perhaps once they give up, their reputation will be lost. If they hurt their customers, they will not even think about engaging in this circle. So they may weigh the pros and cons, and think that the elite soldiers are left behind, so they still grit their teeth and continue.

Qi Tianlin was still motionless, watching them coldly as they took turns to be on guard, took turns to get supplies in their backpacks, then sorted them out, put on a vest with ceramic plates for the boss, and continued to move forward.

Qi Tianlin waited for them to walk for almost ten minutes before slowly sliding his body, stood up, moved his slightly numb joints, and carried a rifle on his back, holding a P226 in his hand and began to quickly walk through the woods!

He was aiming at leaving the two men. Whether they retreated or looked for reinforcements, Qi Tianlin would never let them leave. The soldiers might obey the overall situation and leave room for room for room for obedience. The law of mercenaries on the battlefield is to leave no troubles and never put themselves in a dangerous situation. He was unwilling to complete the matter and face a large group of old and young men who were aiming guns at him when they walked out of the forest.

Most people fighters are moving slowly in the dense forest, not to mention that there is a wounded man with a broken hand. Qi Tianlin does not have the habit of playing with cats and mice. After climbing up a big tree and understanding the other party's position, he followed up. As for the captain and the customer, because he has always known the direction, it is much easier to find it later.
Chapter completed!