From the highest point with good peripheral vision, there are almost all men with turbans covering their faces and ragged clothes wandering around. These people are holding classic firearms AK47 that have been selling for decades. They are wary of the surrounding movements, special clothing, and rusty old guns.
It does not remind anyone of the notorious local armed organizations.
The armed men on guard did not notice that several people were like ghosts, creeping towards them from different directions, almost silently but extremely quickly.
When a militant took out a crumpled homemade cigarette from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth, lowered his head and lit it, his feet were hugged by the god of death who was quietly approaching. He was pulled back and his whole body fell down. He was too panicked to stop.
After making a sound, the attacker turned over and suppressed him, then inserted the sharp dagger from the back of his neck, instantly piercing his throat.
In less than a second, a life is lost.
The man who succeeded in the sneak attack continued to crawl forward, his stern expression unmoving, killing people like dogs.
Almost at the same time, several other security posts were killed. This group of ghost-like fierce men made their way down the valley. No militants could stop them for even a second or two, and they did not even have time to warn their companions.
A dozen military tents in the valley form a secret training camp. The more than a hundred people who came here to receive special training will soon return to the ancient country in the East, using the bloody methods they learned to promote the greatness of Allah and awaken the tribesmen who are immersed in a comfortable life.
Wage a holy war for independence.
When the people in the training camp noticed five figures coming in and fucking guys one after another, no one thought that they would never have the chance to return to the East.
It was the man who pierced the back of the militant's neck with a saber. He was the first to break into the chaotic crowd and fight at close range. He did not draw his gun, but held two military daggers in both hands. It can be said that they were two American military thorns. As he rushed forward, he saw
There was a guy holding up an AK47 to grab the trigger. He flung out a spur and shot it right into the center of the opponent's eyebrows. It penetrated the skull from a distance of two to three meters. The strength of his hand was frightening.
The militant who was hit by the knife tilted his body backwards due to the huge impact, but before he fell to the ground, the man who looked like a god of murder had quickly approached, pulled out the military thorn, and sent the general thorn in with his other hand.
The nearest enemy's heart. At the same time, the military thorn pulled out from the dead man's eyebrow happened to break open a machete that hit his head, and then wiped the main artery of the neck of the wielder of the knife. The technique was experienced and the timing was extremely good.
allow.
Phew!
Blood splashed.
The sword wielder fell down with eyes wide open in disbelief.
It seems that the dead people all have one question in their minds: why did the person who killed them move so quickly and so cruelly.
This man in desert camouflage uniform was really like a tiger entering a herd of sheep. His arms were flying, stabbing or blocking, picking or slashing, and he killed several dozen people in a crowd of dozens of people, leaving behind a pile of corpses, which were held upside down.
There was a pool of blood. When he stopped, there was no living person ten meters around.
He looked around the camp indifferently, and the four people who came with him had also entered, making the scene even more chaotic.
There was a simple observation tower built of logs in the camp. In desperation, a militant desperately used an M2 Browning heavy machine gun to fire wildly. Rows of bullets stirred up streaks of smoke on the sandy ground in the valley. He clenched his hands.
The man in charge of the army smiled ferociously and advanced without hesitation.
He was as fast as a cunning rabbit and quickly approached the observation tower in a snake-like running route. A series of 12.7mm bullets followed his path and exploded shocking smoke and dust. Unfortunately, nothing happened to him. He had avoided the world in a similar way many times.
Top sniper kills.
The militants who fired in panic from the observation deck were unable to do anything to him.
The two armed men below the observation deck were panic-stricken in the face of the chaotic scene. They looked left and right, trying to distinguish ourselves from the enemy among the crowds of people running around. Suddenly they realized that someone was coming to kill them, and they hurriedly raised their guns.
late.
The guy who came to kill jumped into the air while running quickly, swinging his arm in a wide swing and throwing out a spur, killing the machine gunner who was shooting from above. The huge inertia actually caused the machine gunner to fall backwards off the observation deck and fall into the dust.
When he shot one person, he leaped more than three meters with his majestic body, swept out his thick right leg in the air, and swept the heads of the two militants with his powerful feet, instantly breaking their cervical vertebrae. The two had no chance to shoot.
The unfortunate guy lowered his head and fell softly.
This murderous guy didn't stop. After landing mightily, he used the inertia of the forward motion to jump up high. He supported the log of the observatory with his toes, and his hands had already reached the fence of the observatory. He used his arms to compete with each other and quickly
Climb into the observation deck, pick up the M2 Browning machine gun, and pull the trigger.
Killing several people in a row, flying onto the stage, firing a gun, a series of moves in one go, clean and neat, and his strong skills seem to be specially designed for killing.
The 12.7 mm caliber M2 heavy machine gun roared again. The difference was that the shooting target was much clearer than before. The militants and people receiving special training in the training camp fell one by one, as if they were invisible harvested wheat. A few people even continued to fall.
He was shot and his body was broken.
When a 12.7mm bullet penetrates the human body, it is by no means as simple as leaving a bullet hole. A bullet twice the speed of sound will produce a huge cone-shaped shock wave when it penetrates the human body. Three or two bullets can tear a strong adult apart from the waist.
On the observation deck, the indifferent guy was like a bottle of death, mercilessly harvesting human lives. He was obviously used to bloody scenes of blood spattering and messy limbs. He did not stop shooting until there were no more living enemies running around in the training camp in the valley, looking down and cold.
Look around the whole place.
Like a proud wolf king, he admires the results of a successful hunt.
"Boss, there are a total of one hundred and fifty-seven people, all of them have been wiped out. No one is left alive."
The micro communication device plugged into the man's ear came out with clear voice, and no expression could be seen on his painted cheeks. He said calmly: "Please clean it carefully again, and you must not miss any one. This is our last mission."
, I don’t want anything to go wrong.”
After saying this, the man jumped directly from the observation tower, a height of more than four meters. When he landed, his hind legs only slightly bent, and he strode forward like a god descending to earth.
He walked towards a water storage tank in the camp. Several holes were made in the rusty tank body by heavy machine gun bullets, and water sprayed out. He squatted down, washed his bloody hands, and then washed off the paint on his face that concealed his true face.
Revealing a resolute and handsome face, it was Yang Chen.
After washing his face, Yang Chen, who had never smoked before, lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly.
If a woman falling in love with cigarettes is a kind of poignancy and loneliness, then a man falling in love with cigarettes is helpless and a kind of cold pain that is more suffocating than poignant beauty.
This is the case for Yang Chen.
He disappeared from the world for two and a half years, plus two and a half years in the army, five years in the world. At the age of twenty-one, he has experienced the hardships of the world and the baptism of life and death again and again.
The smoke turned into ashes little by little on Yang Chen's fingertips, leaving behind a little loneliness, a little sadness and unyieldingness towards the impermanence of life. This kind of taste can never be faked by those little brats who use cigarettes to show off.
Even though Yang Chen was squatting and smoking, his back was still majestic.
"Boss, the cleaning is complete, there are no mistakes."
Before he finished speaking, four men as powerful as Yang Chen gathered around and looked at Yang Chen with eyes as pious as believers.
Yang Chen looked around at his brother who had accompanied him through life and death, nodded, and said quietly: "The final mission is completed, I can finally go home."