Chapter 387 Set fire to the mountain and sit in jail
The weather, the right location, and the harmony of people are all incompatible. Even if you win, there will be disaster - "Sun Bin's Art of War: Moon War"
What can be confirmed is that as an authentic purebred crooked nut, Lawrence will naturally not understand the ancient art of war. Of course, he must know similar principles. After all, the history of human reproduction and development is essentially composed of countless war histories.
, this has nothing to do with skin color, region or race.
It was precisely because he knew this that after the convoy drove down the road and crossed the wilderness and finally stopped at the end of the road, Lawrence got out of the car and looked at the endless stretch of land in front of him expressionlessly, and because of the whistling wind and snow,
The hills and mountains became increasingly gloomy and terrifying, and they were speechless for a while.
"BOSS." At the foot of the mountain ahead, a big man holding a submachine gun walked quickly. There was not much snow on the yellow-green muddy water. In fact, the snow was not that heavy now. Of course, it was still less snowy than at noon.
It was obvious that the trend was increasing. He came closer and reported, "He has entered the mountain."
"Sure?"
"We're sure, we found tire marks, which are consistent with the ones that hit the guardrail before. It should be an off-road vehicle."
Lawrence nodded slightly, then looked up at the thick, gray and disorganized clouds. Snowflakes were scattered and falling in all directions under the mountain wind. He suddenly asked, "What time is it now?"
"Uh...it's five minutes to two-thirty." The big man was obviously startled when he heard this, then he raised his wrist and looked at his watch and replied.
"It's only half past two..." Lawrence frowned unconsciously and murmured.
"Yes, and if nothing else, the weather will be worse and darker later... you know, just like night." It was the white man who worked in intelligence analysis before, and he seemed to have guessed Lawrence's identity.
Thoughts, shrugged, "Want to hear my advice?"
Lawrence did not speak. The white man thought to himself: "We are bringing out the elites of the family this time, but this is obviously of no avail, because humans can never fight against nature. This is the premise, and secondly, if you choose to enter the mountain forcibly, it will be solved in a short time
The problem is okay... Of course I am not optimistic about this. Professional killers and primitive mountains and forests, it is impossible to estimate the chemical effects that the combination of these two factors can stimulate..."
After a pause, he glanced at Lawrence, who was silent, and continued, "These are just theoretical issues. There are also more practical difficulties, such as communication barriers, basic paralysis of tactical logistics, and problems caused by bad weather.
There are a series of other problems, serious lack of preparation for battle, etc. Under such circumstances, forcing oneself into the mountains to fight is risking one's life..."
"Is this your suggestion?" Lawrence frowned.
"This is our current situation. As for suggestions... I just checked the relevant data. Although the landform environment in front of us is complex, the overall area is not too large. So I tend to avoid this snowstorm first, and at the same time,
Make thorough arrangements around the perimeter, and then mobilize manpower to block all exits..."
"It's useless, you can't catch him at all!" Lawrence shook his head in denial.
The white man opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but then he nodded in agreement, "Okay, the probability is indeed a bit low..." Some things are obvious, just like what he just said, professional killers paired with primitive mountains and forests, this
Although the combination is not exaggerated to the point of being incomprehensible, it is undoubtedly a fool's errand to try to block the crowd just by simply piling up the number of people.
"This is the best opportunity!" Lawrence squinted his eyes and looked forward, emphasizing, "He is here, we are very close, I even have a feeling that he is watching us somewhere right now!"
"Maybe..." The white man was slightly startled when he heard the words, and then looked at the hills and mountains covered by the wind and snow. Of course, he couldn't find anything. He shook his head, "Mr. Ross talked to me on the phone when I came here. Are you here?" The commander of this operation, so - give the order."
Lawrence nodded without hesitation, and said directly without too much hesitation: "I will lead the action team into the mountain, and the logistics team will be left behind for you to deploy. I will mobilize manpower to guard the peripheral intersection according to your suggestion just now..."
After some explanation, it seemed like a two-pronged approach was actually a helpless compromise. Heavy snowfall was about to close the mountain. Logistics personnel with limited combat effectiveness in such extremely harsh conditions would not be of much help. Forcible entry might even become a drag, so we had to split up our operations.
Soon, the redistributed convoy at the foot of the mountain started again. The small cars stayed behind, and all the off-road vehicles filed into the mountain under the snow.
Oh, it needs to be mentioned that primitive mountain forest is just a popular term. You can easily understand that with the rapid development of science and technology and the substantial expansion of human activity areas, truly original natural environments are rare nowadays, at least in front of us. The hills and mountains are not among them, especially in the outer areas, there are actually accessible mountain roads, but they are just rugged and difficult to walk.
I don’t know if it’s a sensory illusion or the topography, or it’s the actual situation. As soon as the convoy entered the mountain forest, the wind and snow outside the window suddenly became fierce and fierce, whistling and circling like a ghost howling, and the field of vision was only a few feet. This kind of Driving under such circumstances is undoubtedly extremely dangerous. This is the elite team from the Pacino family. They have excellent psychological quality and can hold the steering wheel very steadily. Otherwise, there will be attrition without combat.
Even so, the convoy moved very slowly despite the overwhelming wind and snow. It took about an hour to leave the outer area and gradually penetrated deeper. During this period, the tire of the leading car was punctured, which delayed it for a while, and then it continued for about half an hour. At the hour mark, the convoy came to a sudden stop. Lawrence, who was sitting in the middle car looking at the map route, frowned and raised his head, putting down his tablet: "What's going on?"
A response came from the communication channel, "The distance is a bit far, so I can't see clearly...cough, BOSS, there seems to be a car in front of me?"
"Huh?" Lawrence was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously held down the gun beside him with both hands, and decisively cocked the gun with a click, "Everyone get out of the car! Be careful!"
There was a loud crash, and the doors on the left and right sides of seven or eight cars were opened almost at the same time. Dozens of figures rushed down quickly, covering or occupying positions. Let’s not go into details about the tacit cooperation of these Pacino family gunmen. Let’s just talk about the five Minutes later, except for the wind and snow, the surrounding hills and mountains were quiet and nothing unusual.
After waiting for a few more minutes, Lawrence slowly stood up, pressed down the muzzle of the gun with one hand, and waved forward with the other hand. Upon seeing this, the gunmen on the left and right immediately used the cover of the car body to make tactical advances. The overall formation looked almost flawless and elite. The powerful aura is undoubtedly revealed.
After arriving at the leading car position, following the direction pointed by a gunman, Lawrence subconsciously squinted his eyes and looked at the huge shadow seven or eight feet ahead hidden in the howling wind and snow. The distance was a bit blurry, but he could indeed see it.
It's somewhat similar to the car's appearance.
A few steps further forward, it turned out to be a car, a high-chassis off-road vehicle. Seeing this, Lawrence was moved, raised his arms, and carefully observed his surroundings again.
"It should be... that off-road vehicle, right?" In the depressing atmosphere, some team members couldn't help but whisper, "There may be no road ahead."
There is no problem with this judgment. Although there are no roads in the world, and there are roads when there are more people walking on them, they are also roads walked by people. In such remote mountainous and desolate wilderness, few people care about it, let alone
It is a car, so it is reasonable to abandon the vehicle under the circumstances.
However, "No! Look at the exhaust pipe. Is this car... not turned off?!" I don't know who the sharp-eyed person was who noticed it first. Everyone was startled when they heard the sound, and when they looked again, they saw it.
Abnormally, as soon as the snowflakes that should be spiraling and falling pass near the exhaust pipe, they will rise again and float irregularly. Then if you listen carefully, you can hear a faint buzzing and low roar, like the sound of an engine idling.
After the confirmation, the atmosphere couldn't help but become tense again. The car was thrown away, and there was a problem if it didn't turn off the engine. No one could guarantee whether this was a temporary stop, and the actual people were still nearby, uh, relieving themselves... Ahem, okay, this
It is estimated to be unlikely, but there will be monsters when things go wrong, and there is no room for careless treatment here.
Of course, continuing the stalemate like this is obviously not an option. After a while, Lawrence could no longer hold back and ordered in a deep voice: "The first team and the second team alternately cover and press forward, and the rest stand by and remain vigilant!"
"Roger, come on!"
As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight gunmen left the cover of the vehicle and advanced quickly with their guns bent. Lawrence and the others raised their guns and held their breath while staring at all points near the off-road vehicle. It is no exaggeration to say that now,
If there is any disturbance, such as a hare or a pheasant passing by unintentionally, it will probably end up being riddled with holes as soon as it appears.
Fortunately, there was no such an own accident, and seven or eight gunmen in the field of vision also successfully surrounded the target vehicle. "BOSS, there is no one in the car, so he probably just abandoned the car."
"Don't be careless, check the car and the surrounding area."
"Understood." After replying, a gunman approached the main driver's door. He did not choose to open the door rashly. Instead, he checked the internal situation through the car window. After confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he raised the butt of the gun and smashed the car directly.
He opened the window, carefully poked his head in and looked down at the door handle, but still didn't find it.
When he arrived here, the gunman finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense body relaxed. Then he seemed to have suddenly realized something and showed an angry expression: "Safety... Fake! Pretend, I suspect that the other party is deliberately delaying our time."
"...It's very possible. It doesn't matter, it's just a clever trick. He can't run away!"
"Let's see how he dies..." curled his lips, the gunman reached in and twisted the car key. The buzzing and low roar suddenly stopped. Just as he was about to pull it out again, his eyes suddenly widened at a moment, and he stared at it falling on his thumb.
Of... a broken fuse?
Before his consciousness could fully react, he suddenly heard a tinkling sound in his ears, and a pull ring popped out of nowhere before his eyes. His eyes followed it, then he raised his eyes, raised them, hit the roof of the car, and then fell, and then fell again...
"Grenade——"
The desperate roar was shrill and shrill, even drowning out the howling wind and snow. The gunman who leaned his upper body through the car window was trembling with high frequency as if he was electrocuted. He subconsciously pushed the car door with his hands and was about to roll back, but of course it was too late. The next moment
,Boom——Boom——
The first violent explosion was naturally the trigger grenade hidden somewhere, and the second one that followed was the entire off-road vehicle, which instantly turned into a rapidly expanding ball of hot light, killing seven or eight people around it in the blink of an eye.
The gunmen who were outflanking the position were completely swallowed up, thrown away, and flung far away, like plastic bags and leaflets floating in the sky after the wind blows on the street...
Huh-huh-
The air waves rolled and the hot wind hit us. More than ten meters away, Lawrence, who had just put away his gun, and other gunmen stood there, staring blankly at the red flame fireballs rising not far away, and the fireballs scattered in all directions and smashing into the surrounding hills.
There was a tinkling of car parts in the gully of the forest...it was as silent as a statue.
At the same time, a few miles away in the mountains and fields, a tall figure carrying a piano case turned back and looked at the bright fireworks rising up from the clouds in the distance, "Wow - tsk tsk!"
He smacked his lips and said with emotion, "What a bunch of uncivilized barbarians! They don't have environmental awareness and have a weak sense of law. They don't understand the principle of setting fire to a mountain and being imprisoned..."
After a pause, he shook his head pitifully, "Why do you think you have weak hands?"