In a certain country in West Asia, standing alone in a base on a sparsely populated wasteland, a masked young man with silver hair and red eyes and slightly dark skin crawled in from the outside. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Vomit..."

Wakaba waited for the patrol to pass by, pulled the rags off his face, retched and ran into the construction area according to the original plan, hiding in the blind corner of the patrol, waiting quietly for a few seconds, a pair of patrols passed around the corner, quickly dodged and ran to the weapon room, holding a small wire and making a nervous noise.

Click!

After a few strokes, a slight mechanical sound sounded, and the door lock was unlocked, and after Wakaba carefully confirmed that there were no traces, he closed the door and locked it, and then immediately picked himself up, rummaged through the canvas camouflage military uniform stored in the room and put it on, and complained while putting on a bulletproof vest for himself:

"I'll never sneak into these places again, damn it, it's going to stink. Vomit..."

Thinking of the stench I smelled when I sneaked in, I couldn't help but retch again.

Sitting on the ground and gasping for a moment, relieving most of the psychological shadows suffered at the garbage entrance, Wakaba stood up with one hand, and then the faint light coming through the vent began to select the weapons and equipment in the room.

The room was filled with iron cabinets, wooden crates, and gun racks.

Wakaba casually opened an iron cabinet and saw that it was full of layers of bullets, boxed, and unopened.

On the pistol racks, they are all black and shiny new guns, the gun oil has not been wiped off, they all look the same, Wakaba does not know, according to Jonah's memory, it should be M9 (Beretta92), fifteen-round double-row magazine shooting accuracy is very good, standard American goods.

After picking up a handful, carefully checking it according to Jonah's memories to make sure that there was no problem and that there would be no jamming at the critical moment, he filled it with bullets, loaded it, and inserted it into the gaiter on the outside of his right leg, and filled the second magazine and inserted it in a fixed position on the right side of the trouser belt.

Then he looked at the stack of long wooden boxes placed on the right, listened intently, did not hear the approaching footsteps of the patrol, and boldly uncovered one of them, pure black, the magazine was not very long, a little familiar, a little thoughtful, and knew it in his heart. This is also an American product, M16A1, 30 rounds, and Jonah doesn't know much about it.

So while the patrol still hadn't arrived, he turned around and opened another box, this time seeing the familiar guys: an AK-47, a wooden butt and handle, a swarthy body and magazine, and a barrel.

Wakaba hesitated a little between the two and decided to choose the AK-47, although this familiar guy is worth complaining about in many ways, but he is also very good in many aspects, and he is more familiar with the AK-47 than the M16A1.

The magazine of the submachine gun was prepared with one more than that of the pistol, a total of three, two spare.

The guns were ready, Wakaba still felt that there was something missing, and after groping around on his body, he finally remembered that he had forgotten something, and it was really bad that he was not equipped with a saber and grenades, as well as smoke grenades and flashbangs.

The teaching in the books and the usual drills are really different from the execution of real knives and guns, and they are actually ignored.

Wakaba patted his forehead, rummaged through the cabinets, and finally found only a box of sabers, grenades, smoke grenades, etc., which were completely missing, probably not here, or maybe there was no equipment in the base at all.

Didn't find the smoke bomb, Wakaba frowned, the smoke bomb can be said to be one of the indispensable equipment in the plan, without this thing he would be dangerous.

As he scratched his head, a faint light came into view.

"Huh?"

Ruoye's heart moved, the plan needs to be postponed until after dark, it is now evening, many places in the base do not need lights, and at night, the power lines are messed up, the base will definitely fall into darkness, his eyesight is not blowing, the visibility in the dark is not clear, but it is definitely better than ordinary people, otherwise it will not be able to successfully ambush the two pursuers last night.

This is barely a benefit for the traverser, because in Jonah's memory, the eyesight of this body was not outstanding before Wakaba crossed over.

From evening to dark, this time is not long, but short... Well, it is very short, after Wakaba checked all the equipment for the third time, the sun has completely set the horizon, although the sky is still blue, but the base is completely lit by electric lights.

Another pair of patrols walked in front of the house, Wakaba listened to the footsteps disappear, and it was expected that after everyone walked around the corner, he opened a little crack in the door first, poked his head out and looked around quickly, and after confirming that there were no witnesses nearby, he dodged out, closed the door casually, and silently touched the place where the little ghosts lived in his memory.

The change in the patrol team has not changed from a few days ago, and it seems that the defection of a small ghost is not enough to cause the strengthening of surveillance in the base, and there is not even an electronic eye or surveillance camera in this place, which is even more convenient for Wakaba's operation.

To be honest, at the beginning, when Jonah said that there was no monitoring in this place, he wanted to ask himself if he had crossed over, uh, it was indeed crossed, but honestly, the best junior high schools in China are monitored in each classroom, but the military base is patrolled by manpower, which is incredible.

Wakaba avoided several patrols along the way, touched the room of the imps that Jonah asked him to protect, and knocked lightly on the door.

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door, and I heard the chaotic sound of rummaging through the cabinets in the room, and then the wooden door was opened a small gap, revealing a small face with various emotions such as fear and panic.

The owner of the small face saw that Wakaba was standing outside the door in full armor, his expression instantly became very exciting, and he looked surprised to pull it over, and then forced himself to calm down, grabbed Wakaba's hand and pulled him into the room, turned his head and said to the two children who were stunned behind him:

"Shhh ”

The two children, one older than the one who opened the door, and the other younger than the one who opened the door, the older one hurriedly ran to Wakaba's side and said anxiously:

"Brother Jonah, why are you back, the commander was chased and killed yesterday, don't worry about us, run. ”

The other two children nodded nervously with the same nervous faces.

Ruoye's heart warmed when he heard this, although these little ghosts didn't care about themselves, but it sounded very heartwarming, really good, shook his head slightly, took out the tape that had been prepared and firmly tied the saber that had been inserted in the holster in the leather case for the convenience of movement to his left hand, preventing blood and sweat from penetrating and not grasping the handle, and at the same time said seriously to the older boy:

"Morris, listen well, take the children to a hidden place first, and never come out"

As he spoke, he was suddenly stunned, pulled out his pistol, pulled it twice in a row, and withdrew two bullets.

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