Today's third more is presented.,Give it to the force.,Give it the vote.,Thank you。。。。。

Seeing Su Mingtu's figure disappear from his sight, the bandit lit a cigarette, then sat cross-legged under the tree, squeezed out a bullet from the magazine, and then used a boning knife to pry open the back shell, and then evenly sprinkled the gunpowder inside on the finger-length wound on his left arm.

Although the injury is not serious, but the wound is not small, maybe it did not hurt the bone, but the arm scratched by shrapnel revealed bright red flesh, if you don't want to deal with it at this time, although it will not bleed too much to death for a long time, but at least it will make the head of the bandit feel dizzy.

Holding the cigarette butt in his right hand and shining on the swarthy gunpowder, the smell of "z, z" came out, and the skin that was quickly scorched by the high temperature instantly formed a long scar, and he tore off a strip of cloth from his trouser leg with force, gritted his teeth and tied it to the wound that was already a little stuttering, and the bandit took a sharp puff of cigarette to relieve the pain, then stood up and continued to flee.

After separating from the bandits, without hesitation for a moment, Su Mingtu exerted his speed to the limit, and ran towards the outside of the woods with his legs rounded, at this time, the phrase time is life is undoubtedly the truest portrayal of his body.

Not his life, but the life of the bandits.

If the previously calculated plan could not be executed in the fastest possible time, then the besieged bandits would not be able to escape the pursuit of nearly twenty battle-hardened mercenaries in any case.

Su Mingtu waved his hands desperately, it was not an exaggeration to say that he was even rolling and climbing, and finally came to a path on the edge of the woods after more than twenty minutes in the direction he remembered, and let out a long breath, the road was quite smooth, and the people of the Foreign Legion did not allocate additional manpower to pursue him, which undoubtedly created valuable time for him.

Su Mingtu followed the side of the road looking for a car they had hidden here the day before, and after walking for a while, he finally saw a car hidden under a pile of branches in a shallow ditch in the woods, and after sitting in the cab, Su Mingtu hurriedly took out a satellite tracker from under the seat, looking at a bright spot that kept flashing on it, his face showed a relieved and sinister smile.

"Brother, hold on, give me a little time"

As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the car rushed out quickly and frantically。。。。。。

Although without Su Mingtu's assistance from the side, Hu Bandit felt that he was more comfortable in fighting now, not that Su Mingtu was dragging him down, but that he thought that a person in the jungle could let go more smoothly.

Nearly 20 years of hunting experience in the deep mountains and old forests of the Great Khing'an Mountains gave him full experience and agile movements, and also gave him enough confidence to be able to deal with all those who came to pursue him.

Although the wound on his left arm was still aching, it was no longer a big problem, and the two submachine guns were pinned to his back, and the bandit quietly climbed up a thick tree beside him with his hands and feet, and then stood quietly on a branch like a hunting nighthawk, staring down with his eyes unblinking.

According to his judgment, with the experience of Raymond's team, it will not take long to be able to chase after him with the clues on the road, and it must be quite unwise to fight hard at this time, so the only way to make himself live longer is to try to hide his body, and then consume the personnel by sneak attack little by little.

The smoother he does, the longer he can live, as long as he drags on to Su Mingtu's success, his life will be saved。。。。。。

Raymond with a gloomy face with a team of less than twenty people slowed down and began to search slowly, this operation can be called the Waterloo of the Foreign Legion, so far his side has been dead and wounded, and he has lost several elite manpower, but on the other hand, there are only two people on the other side but one still runs away, and the remaining one has disappeared from his sight for the time being.

Raymond doesn't remember how many years he hasn't felt this frustration.

At this time, a subordinate who inquired about the situation suddenly ran over from the front and said to Raymond's side: "Instructor, the front suddenly found the trace of the target, judging from the situation at the scene, he seems to be a little injured."

Raymond's frown relaxed slightly, this news is undoubtedly a timely rain for him now.

"Hurry up and search, it's almost dawn, be sure to end the battle as soon as possible" Raymond looked down at his watch, and then ordered.

A few years later, this little-known classic jungle chase was written into the textbooks of the bandit mercenaries and the foreign army, respectively, and every trainee who joined the mercenary industry would use such a case as an object of analysis in the actual combat teaching.

As a result, many rookies who have just joined the mercenary regard the protagonist in this case as an idol who wants to surpass.

Even many of the world's top mercenary masters gave a very big evaluation to the protagonist who seemed to have nowhere to hide and escaped safely in the end, "lurking like a hungry wolf, fast as a cheetah, decisive in killing, and doing it in one go"

The bandits hid themselves in the dark jungle like ghosts in the night, and kept wielding the sickle in their hands like a grim reaper, harvesting life one by one.

At the beginning, the bandit climbed to a tree and hid his body with the help of thick branches, and when the pursuing team walked a long way from under his feet, he quietly returned to the tree, and then unknowingly finished the back of the team with two consecutive accurate shots with the AK47 in his hand.

Or maybe the bandit completely hid his body in a depression in the woods, then piled up the leaves on the ground, and then stretched the barrel of the gun out, pumping the cold and letting go of the black gun.

In short, every time it is a one-hit kill, and then quickly escape, never drag mud and water, never greedy for merit, no matter whether it succeeds or not, the bandits run away without looking back, and do not give the other party a chance to entangle and encircle him.

This jungle battle of one person versus more than a dozen people made Raymond and his subordinates extremely annoyed and helpless.

The swift movements of the bandits and the accurate marksmanship made them feel a headache, although they had a strong advantage in numbers, but the woods were no better than other places, the terrain was vast, and it was complex and changeable, whether it was a depression or a tree, it became a favorable prop for the bandits to hide.

The pursuit lasted for nearly an hour, except for two times when he saw the figure of the bandit from a distance, Raymond was unexpectedly eliminated by the bandit without realizing it, and there were almost less than ten men.

Raymond's face was extremely low: "Unless you put on your wings, you will have no way to go to the sky and no way to go to the earth."

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