Ye Haifeng's index finger was already pressed on the trigger of the 88 sniper.
Xu Wu could almost hear the tiny sound made by the trigger rod of the Type 95 automatic rifle when the trigger was pressed down.
As long as Qin Fei is in trouble, two bullets will be fired within one second, and then the heads of the two militants closest to Qin Fei will be shot open.
"Ah...ahba...ah..."
Qin Fei in the scope was dancing around and mumbling a series of words that did not belong to any country.
The militants stared blankly at the accomplice in front of them.
"What did you say!?" he asked.
"Ah - ah - ￥%@#￥%...#@￥...#%￥"
"What did you say!"
He couldn't understand what the accomplice in front of him was saying. It was not the way normal people talked.
The feeling that he was not respected made him angry.
"What the hell are you talking about! Do you think I'm a pig!?"
He cursed and touched his waist with his right hand.
Qin Fei's heartbeat rate at this time has set a personal historical record.
He saw that the other party's hand had touched the handle of the Black Star pistol.
At such a close distance, even wearing an ordinary bulletproof vest cannot block the bullets of this gun.
But on the surface, he couldn't panic at all, and still pretended to be extremely serious and aggrieved. He gestured desperately with his hands, pointed at his mouth, and said "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah".
The militant in front of him had a large mole between his eyebrows, like an old booger thrown to his face, with a few long hairs on it.
This is a custom. It is said that shaving the hair growing on the mole will be unlucky.
A tuft of hairy black skin looked like freshly roasted coffee beans. His face was less than half a meter away from Qin Fei's eyes, and Qin Fei could even clearly see every trace of crow's feet in the corners of his eyes.
"Forget it, I think this guy is mute!"
Another militant with a pair of fish-eyes walked up and grabbed a tuft of hair that was about to get angry.
"It's so pitiful. I don't know where they were recruited, but they even have disabilities."
Yu Paoyan felt a little pity, thinking that Qin Fei must be that poor little guy from a remote country who was forced to work as a drug dealer early to earn a living.
He pointed to a handful of cigarettes at the corner of Mao's mouth, and stretched out his right hand to make a lighting gesture.
"fire! Cigarette!"
He repeated two words in English with a non-standard South Asian accent.
Yubaoyan thought Qin Fei and he were from different South Asian countries, so he simply communicated in English.
After all, Qin Fei is an outstanding student in his third year of college, so this vocabulary is not a problem for him.
So he quickly opened his eyes exaggeratedly, as if he suddenly realized something.
There was a lighter in his pocket, which was carried by the little boss. Qin Fei took over all of it.
So I quickly took it out and clicked it.
The flames jumped up, and a handful of hair's anger immediately disappeared. He felt a little embarrassed that he had actually been serious with a mute just now.
He lit the cigarette and puffed out a thick cloud of white smoke.
He nodded with satisfaction, patted Qin Fei's shoulder again, raised his finger to point at Qin Fei, then pointed at himself, then patted his chest a few times, and gave a thumbs up.
Qin Fei finally understood that this guy pitied himself.
It seemed that Tutu Mao was a junior officer or veteran. He seemed satisfied with his performance and planned to cover himself from now on.
After finally asking for a handful of hair and fish eyes, Qin Fei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, I didn't act impulsively just now. A tuft of hair just came here to lend a hand.
He glanced intentionally or unintentionally in the hidden direction of Xu Wu and others, took out the in-ear communicator and put it into his ear, then stretched out his hand in front of him and quietly made an OK gesture. He knew that the hearts of these teammates must also be hanging in the air.
middle.
Xu Wu's non-negotiable voice soon came from the earphones.
"Qin Fei, install C4 quickly and find an opportunity to withdraw after it's done. Don't stay in the valley."
"Understood, I will find an opportunity to retreat to a safe place and then detonate it."
The Land Rover convoy drove into the open space in the valley. Zhang Lan and his bodyguard stood twenty meters away from the car, looking at each other warily.
This is the first time Zhang Lan has traded such a huge amount of heroin since she took over her husband's drug cartel.
The buyer is a mysterious person. It is said that he controls the shipping channels in most provinces of country Z, and he has strong funds and connections.
Ever since her husband Cai Ba was captured by the DEA and Interpol's SEAL team on the high seas, Zhang Lan has become more cautious than ever.
If it weren't for such a huge deal, the Poison Queen wouldn't be so tempted.
The more critical point is not here. There may be some kind of danger around Zhang Lan at any time. She has never stopped being wanted. Various countries have even sent many undercover agents to infiltrate the group. Maybe she is usually loyal to her.
A certain Ma Chai's secret identity is that of an undercover agent played by a certain country's anti-narcotics police.
Zhang Lan made a request, and he must be guaranteed by Thomas before he would go to the transaction in person.
Thomas is a foreigner who has lived in Thailand all year round. His background is extremely complicated. He has served in the Marine Corps stationed in Asia, worked as a DEA police officer, and also worked in a drug cartel in Mexico. He even ran away for a while.
He went to South Africa to work as a mercenary, and then resigned and came to live in Thailand permanently. He was a neither black nor white, gray character.
His current occupation is an international broker, which is also a middleman in the popular sense.
But his reputation is excellent, and he is very popular in both black and white in America and Asia.
Zhang Lan and Thomas have a long-term cooperative relationship, so she has great trust in Thomas. This transaction was entrusted to Thomas to conduct a background check and arrange the transaction.
There is a special reason for choosing to trade in country Z.
Country Z has very strict border controls, not to mention large-scale drug transactions within the country. Moreover, Zhang Lan was very cautious in choosing locations because she was afraid that buyers would be naughty and attack her.
Trading on the land of various small countries in South Asia seems to be unsafe, but country Z is different. Mercenaries are basically unwilling to go to country Z. There is really no good fruit to be gained by provoking the army of country Z, especially the special forces.
There is precedent for this.
"Where's Thomas?"
Zhang Lan stood and waited for a while, her expression became cautious.
She didn't see Thomas.
According to the transaction process, Thomas came with the buyer.
The several armed bodyguards standing next to the Land Rover off-road vehicle did not seem to hear Zhang Lan's question. Their eyes could not be seen under the sunglasses, and the expressions on their faces were covered by paint, leaving no trace of them.
The front seat door of the Land Rover opened, and a Westerner in a straight suit and sunglasses got out.
"Zhang, you need to wait. Thomas is very busy right now. He is discussing something with my boss in the car."
Zhang Lan took off his sunglasses and stared sharply at the blond man in the suit.
She noticed that a total of four Land Rover vehicles came, two of which entered the valley and stopped in front of her, and the other two parked outside the valley. Like the bodyguards she brought, they were also on guard outside.
The Land Rover glass with a thick black film blocked the situation inside the car, so Zhang Lan could not see anything.
An ominous feeling passed through my mind like a drifting smoke.