Wang Yong still has to formulate a specific plan in detail, including seeking Peng Jiasheng's help.

Wang Yong didn't believe that Peng Jiasheng had been operating in Myanmar for so many years, and there would be few shadows in Yangon. Even if there is Peng Jiasheng in the presidential palace, it may not be said.

In order to kill Kunde, Peng Jiasheng should be willing to use those shadows.

The sun was setting, and it was soon evening.

Because of the arrival of Ziyu Fengqing's cart of weapons, the entire allied army was like crazy, and they were happy. Especially a few guys from the special combat team, they still prefer Chinese-made equipment to American-style equipment.

All the good things sent were intercepted by the special combat team first, and the rest of the currency was distributed to ordinary soldiers.

Wang Yong did not lead the team to train today, but handed over this task to Peng Yin. Wang Yong has taught some basic things, and the rest is to consolidate and practice repeatedly, as well as participate in more combat operations to accumulate experience.

Experience is more important than skill. A veteran with not very good skills has more than twice the chance of survival as a knife soldier. This is all proven by the baptism of the battlefield.

At meal time, Wang Yong had eaten. Looking at the night that has fallen, it is rare to have a trace of peace in my heart.

The climate in this part of Myanmar is hot and humid, even if it is late in the evening. In the environment of the Allied military camp, it is estimated that others will not be able to stay for even a day. Because it's really not much different from camping in the wilderness.

Wang Yong is okay, after all, he has experience in jungle warfare. And this time is already the cooler time of the day. The breeze is light, the slightest chill is cool to the bones, and people feel comfortable and don't want to move.

Wang Yong stopped step by step, and the way back to the bedroom was delayed for half an hour.

This scene completely fell in the eyes of a person.

Outside the camp, Lin Qianyan was sitting on the trunk of a big tree with his legs swinging, staring closely at Wang Yong's movements.

Her head tilted slightly, as if she was thinking about how to deal with Wang Yong. The best way is, of course, to lure Wang Yong out of the camp, after all, it is the base camp of the Allied Army, and once it is discovered, Lin Qianyan will not be able to bear it.

But Wang Yong is not stupid, how could he not know this?

"It's nerve-wracking. Lin Qianyan sighed and said.

As the rising star killer with the fastest rise in recent years, Lin Qianyan felt the pressure for the first time. In the hundreds of missions she has performed, there is no more difficult object than Wang Yong.

This Wang Yong is not only good at kung fu, but also cunning and shameless, full of tricks, and shameless. Some of the words said made people blush.

Thinking that Wang Yong had said before, "I have a place that is harder", Lin Qianyan only felt that his cheeks were slightly hot.

"Hooligans!" Lin Qianyan scolded lightly, but there was not much anger on his face, but it was a bit of a child's flirtatious and scolding.

Wang Yong had already walked to the door of the bedroom at this time, saying that it was a dormitory, but in fact it was just a simple bamboo building. Wang Yong's residence is better, with a house.

The residence of the other Allied soldiers did not even look like a house, it was a simple row of shops, but it was built one meter above the ground.

Squeak, Wang Yong pushed open the door and just wanted to enter the house. Suddenly, as if sensing something, he jerked his head back and looked in a certain direction outside the camp.

And that direction was where Lin Qianyan was.

Lin Qianyan's little face tensed in fright, and his swaying legs didn't dare to move. The whole person seems to be integrated with the tree, and it is difficult to see that there is a person sitting on the trunk without looking closely through a high-powered telescope.

Half a minute later, Wang Yong retracted his gaze suspiciously and walked into the room.

"Oh mom, that scared me to death! How can that guy be like a dog, with such a sharp nose. Lin Qianyan patted his chest and muttered to himself with palpitations.

"No, he has to be dealt with tonight. But what should I do? or should I just kill him or wait until he is asleep in the middle of the night to sneak attack?"

Lin Qianyan thought about it and finally decided on a plan.

That was a sneak attack in the middle of the night.

Killers, silent killing is the basic criterion. Storming this untechnical means is a shame for the killer.

Lin Qianyan made a good excuse for not daring to attack.

It is always difficult to fall asleep at night in Myanmar, and Wang Yong lies in bed tossing and turning and can't sleep.

There is always a slight tingling sensation at the sutures of the wound on the back, which is a sign that it is about to heal. I don't know when Wang Yong noticed that his body was healing faster.

In the past, it took at least half a month for a similar wound to heal, but now, it is estimated that it can be completely healed in a week.

Wang Yong was puzzled, and could only attribute this situation to the cultivation of dark energy.

The speed of qi and blood in the dark energy realm accelerated, and the speed of blood regeneration also increased. In the past, it is to shock the bone marrow, which is essentially easy to wash the marrow. According to the classics, it does have the function of speeding up healing.

But Wang Yong has just stepped into the dark energy, and he can double his speed, which is still a bit unbelievable.

The hour hand quickly points to zero. The weather during this time period also began to get cooler, and the night breeze blew into the bamboo building with cool air, so that Wang Yong finally felt the slightest comfort.

After a tiring day, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Outside, the lower quarter moon hung in the air, revealing only a sharp tooth horn.

The wind gently rustles the leaves. On the trunk of the tree, Lin Qianyan leaned over a branch, and twisted rhythmically with the trembling of the branches, as if sleeping on a spring bed.

Suddenly, Lin Qianyan opened his eyes, looked up at the sky, rubbed his sleepy eyes and said, "It's time, I'm so irritable, I haven't slept enough!"

Despite saying this, she still jumped down, like a cat, and landed silently.

The Grim Reaper's sickle under the tree was copied in her hand, and she slowly walked in the direction of Wang Yong's bamboo building.

The bamboo building is not far from the border of the barracks, and the so-called border is not actually a border. Only the cut bamboo is tied into a fence, which is more than one person high. He can guard against wild beasts, but he cannot guard against people.

Since Wang Yong's last bet on the success of the camp, Peng Yin has arranged for people to strengthen the defense around the perimeter.

A fence wall is divided into two defensive nodes, with a dark sentry in the middle. With the addition of the tower's sentinels, the defense is actually quite tight.

But for Lin Qianyan, there is still some pediatrics.

Lin Qianyan jumped lightly with a scythe, crossed the fence wall, and saw her walking in so naturally, without dodging the sentry at all.

But several sentries were stunned and didn't notice her existence, and even the secret sentry didn't pay attention, so they let her go over.

By the time the sentry's gaze turned to the place where Lin Qianyan had walked, there was no one there.

For the use of blind spots, Lin Qianyan can be described as perfect.

The sound of footsteps was hidden in the sound of the wind and the sound of insects, and Lin Qianyan approached Wang Yong's residence little by little.

When she walked three meters to the back of the bamboo building, she stopped.

Then he raised his ears sideways to listen to the movement inside, only to hear the slight breathing sound of Wang Yong inside, which was smooth and long.

The rate of breathing can reflect a person's physical condition. The breathing rate of the master is very low, like an old turtle hibernating. To judge whether a person is a master, listen to whether his breathing is long to judge whether it is not far from ten.

Lin Qianyan's master's breathing rate can be reduced to extremely low, and ordinary humans are about 20 times a minute. Master Lin Qianyan can last half a minute with a single breath.

In this breathing, he actually completed the effect of expelling waste gases, agitating qi and blood, gastrointestinal peristalsis, and easy tendon and marrow washing. This is a magical realm, at least the current Lin Qianyan can't do it.

And Wang Yong's breaths in a minute are almost eight to ten times. It can be seen that his physical fitness is good, and he breathes deeply and long, steadily and slowly.

This is the case with regular athlete breathing. Because of regular physical exercise, their respiratory muscles are strengthened, which can expand the range of motion of the thoracic cage and increase the depth and depth of breathing. The number of alveoli involved in gas exchange increases, because athletes have more alveoli involved in gas exchange than the average person, so each breath can get more oxygen than a normal person, and the overall frequency decreases.

"It seems that he is asleep, and it is a godsend. Lin Qianyan confirmed that Wang Yong was asleep, and thought silently.

The scythe in his hand was gently raised, and the blade shimmered in the moonlight.

Lin Qianyan held the handle of the sickle in his hand, ready to use this opportunity to kill with one blow and kill Wang Yong on the bed.

But for some reason, the scythe had already been raised, but Lin Qianyan always felt a little unable to do it.

"What's wrong with me? He's a killer, even if he doesn't care about Dechai's life or death, he can't help but obey Master's orders. Lin Qianyan! You are a heart barrier! If you don't kill him, your life will be over!"

Lin Qian's eyes wandered, and he reprimanded himself in his heart.

Finally, she made up her mind. The scythe in his hand pulled back in an arc, his body leaned back slightly, and a faint green tendon stood out on his two arms, brewing a thunderous blow.

"Go!"

Suddenly, the sickle in Lin Qianyan's hand fell fiercely and slashed towards the bamboo building.

The wall made of bamboo couldn't stop the sharp sickle blade at all, and it shattered into powder in an instant, exposing Wang Yong lying inside.

And Wang Yong was still sleeping deeply, not noticing the blade at all, and he was about to die in Huangquan.

Brush!

The cold light of the sickle flashed, breaking through all the obstacles in front of it and reaching the top of Wang Yong's head.

Seeing that Wang Yong's head was about to be cut off.

At this time, I saw that Wang Yong, who had not reacted, moved, and suddenly got up, like a big mouse running away for his life, and ran out of bed all of a sudden.

Bang!

Not only the bed board, but the entire bamboo building was slashed by Lin Qianyan, and the floor collapsed.

The scythe was also deeply embedded in the hollow floor, making it difficult to pull it out for a while.

"Not good!" Lin Qianyan immediately sensed the crisis.

It's a pity that it was too late, I saw Wang Yong's body move, and his foot stepped on the sickle, and went all the way up the handle of the sickle, pressing the weight of his body on the sickle, preventing Lin Qianyan from pulling out the sickle.

At the same time, his feet shook, and a series of mandarin duck kicks towards Lin Qianyan's body.

"Little girl, you are still too tender! do you really think that I will sleep to the point where I will not notice anything?"

Wang Yong's cold voice sounded.