Qin Fei's scalp felt numb. He should be able to hide himself without any problem. Even his breathing slowed down to an extreme. He didn't even move when this guy pissed on his head just now.
How could he find himself.
Where did I go wrong?
The thin monkey's eyes were fixed not far behind Qin Fei.
In the flash of lightning, Qin Fei immediately understood what Shouhou had discovered!
That small puddle I dug just now!
In the rush, there was no backfilling. Due to the dim light, Skinny Monkey probably glanced at it at first and didn't pay attention. After taking a few steps, he felt that something seemed wrong. The more he thought about it, the more wrong it became. Then he remembered how there could be such a thing in such a wilderness.
A newly dug pit?
It means there must be someone nearby.
Click——
Thin Monkey pushed open the safety of the AK47 in his hand, making the sound of this unique push-rod type safety.
The thin monkey raised his gun...
He opened his mouth and turned his head to call his accomplices to come over and take a look at the abnormality he discovered.
But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't scream a word.
The skinny monkey felt a chill on his neck, and the vocal cords in his mouth were like a leaky window. Apart from making a whirring sound like a bellows, he couldn't produce a single note.
He turned around subconsciously, and a face covered in oil paint appeared in front of him.
laugh--
Almost at the same time, a paratrooper's knife penetrated the thin monkey's lower jaw, passed directly through the skull, cut off the spinal nerves, and penetrated about two centimeters of the knife tip from the back of the head.
The skinny monkey lost consciousness almost instantly. His life was like water hitting a balloon, tilting out after being stabbed by a knife, and soon became a dead body.
One hand grabbed the hanging gun, and the other hand grabbed the bullet belt on the thin monkey's chest. Xu Wu gently lowered the thin monkey, who was as soft as noodles, to the ground.
"superior!"
He gestured to Qin Fei.
Qin Fei flew forward, raised his hand, and shot a cold light at the last armed member of the cavalry.
This is a machete about two feet long. It was hung on Shouhou's waist. The moment Shouhou fell, the knife had fallen into Qin Fei's hand.
The machete was pulled out with strong wrist force, spinning in circles in the air like a propeller, flying towards the target at extremely fast speeds.
The militant just turned around, his eyes blurred, and he saw something bright in the darkness rushing toward his face.
puff--
Before he could react, the area between his eyebrows and the top of his head looked like a ripe watermelon that had been severely chopped and opened.
Brains and blood spurted out, hitting the accomplices next to him all over their faces.
Immediately afterwards, two black shadows jumped out from the direction of the bushes, appearing in front of them like ghosts.
The two armed men crossing the border could not see each other's faces clearly. In their panic, they only saw a strange and colorful face.
"ghost--"
The other two militants didn't even have time to scream, and their throats were cut directly.
The leader did not have an AK47 in his hand, but a pistol.
At this time, the pistol was halfway drawn, and he finally saw clearly that the two black figures that appeared in front of him like ghosts were not the "ghosts" mentioned by his accomplices, but two soldiers with jungle oil paint on their faces.
In his waist is a Soviet-made "Gratch" 6P35 pistol, which is loaded with high-performance 7H21 armor-piercing bullets. It can easily penetrate a level II body armor within a distance of 20 meters, and even dragon scale armor can hardly resist it.
However, before the hand that touched the handle of the gun took out the gun bag, the other hand grabbed him from behind and tightly bound his wrist, preventing him from moving even half a minute.
The little boss was shocked. He even felt that the bones in his wrist were cracking, as if they were about to break.
What a lot of strength!
He had been in the army and received regular military training, so he knew that he was really dealing with a ruthless person this time.
It flashed through my mind that a few days ago in this jungle, my own armed group attacked the anti-narcotics police of Country Z who entered this area.
The costumes of these people in front of me are probably the legendary special forces of country Z.
OMG!
He actually attracted these embryo-killing gangs!
The little boss regretted it so much that after ambushing the anti-narcotics police, he once suggested to his boss that he should leave here as soon as possible and cross the border to return to the small country opposite.
Only in this way can you be safe.
It is not difficult to imagine using common sense to kill the anti-narcotics police on the territory of the Z people. The police and military will definitely go out in force to search this place and uproot the drug dealers hiding here.
The most unprovoked people are these people from country Z. They never do anything but they are very cunning behind the scenes, especially their special forces. I have heard from some seniors who have encountered the special forces of country Z that no matter what the circumstances.
Don't mess with those murderers.
A glistening paratrooper's knife was instantly slashed under his neck, and the little boss could feel the chill even through the air.
Suddenly there was a warm current in his crotch, flowing down his trouser legs to his heels.
"Spare your life!"
With his life at stake, the little boss speaks Chinese better than ever.
"Hero, spare your life! Master, spare your life!"
He used all the words he learned from Country Z TV programs.
His knees softened, and he fell to his knees and raised his hands obediently.
"Keep alive!"
Xu Wuxu grabbed Qin Fei's hand that was already swinging the knife in the air.
The paratrooper's knife was already less than half a centimeter away from the skin of the little leader's neck. If he moved forward a little, he could successfully cut open the trachea and cut off the carotid artery.
Qin Fei was breathing heavily, his heart was beating violently, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
Xu Wu understood at a glance that this was commonly known as "killing with red eyes".
This kid!
What a murderous spirit!
"Keep alive!" Xu Wu repeated.
He felt that Qin Fei's hand was shaking slightly, which was a sign of abnormal nervousness.
The first time he killed someone, this feeling was not unfamiliar to Xu Wu.
"You go to the side and keep watch. Leave this place to me."
The only thing that can make Qin Fei relax now is to put him aside and let him calm down and kill. This is a psychological hurdle that every special forces soldier faces after entering the army.
Taking a life is never an easy thing.
This is not a blockbuster movie, this is really killing people.
As soon as you take action, other people's lives will be lost, and they will be ruined in your hands.
This feeling makes many soldiers fall into nightmares for their entire lives and cannot extricate themselves.
Qin Fei took a deep breath of air and relaxed his tense arms slightly.
When the little boss saw that the sharp paratrooper knife was finally far away from his neck, he couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed on the ground.
"Heroes, spare their lives! Heroes, spare their lives!"
He kept repeating this sentence, as if he had encountered a ghost. He kept chanting Buddhist scriptures, as if once he stopped, the evil ghosts around him would pounce on him and demand his life.
Jin Donghai and others rushed out of the woods nearby, took a look at the body lying on the ground, and then looked at Qin Fei who was standing silently aside.
He walked over with a smile and patted Qin Fei on the shoulder: "First time?"
Qin Fei felt cold sweat on his forehead and nodded without saying a word.