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Less than half an hour after Hackley engaged his pursuers, two Black Hawks landed slowly in the sand. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoTwo groups of heavily armed Marines cautiously approached the wreckage of the car.

There were no survivors, they just found a memory card in a car that did not burn, took a picture of the wreckage that had been burned into a pile of iron slag after being hit by a fire bomb, took a few pieces of iron slag that was still smoking, and hurriedly boarded the plane to leave.

Base in the country of Djibouti.

As soon as the helicopter landed, the soldier rushed out of the helicopter and rushed into the command center against the strong wind brought by the propellers.

"General, there are no survivors on the scene. Just found this on the car recorder. ”

The general put the card in the card reader, connected to the computer and hurriedly skimmed through the video, when a series of Falk squirted out of his mouth.

If he was shocked that the car at the beginning was not able to catch up with a heavily armed soldier still holding a wounded soldier, the last sound of the video shocked him even more.

"Oh, Shet! He's still got bullets, the M240 has been firing for more than three minutes......" The sound stopped abruptly, and the rest was still firing for nearly seven minutes of machine guns.

M240, minimum 700 rounds per minute, maximum 900 rounds per minute. Not to mention the problem of supplying nearly 7,000 rounds of ammunition continuously, if there are enough bullets, the general has several ways to do this.

But how could the barrel of his gun withstand such a continuous fire?

Didn't he need to cool down? What could he do to get it down, and that was the barrel of a gun that would last at least ten minutes!

The general felt that this discovery was more important than all the previous clues.

This means that two possibilities are about to be discovered.

First, someone mastered a new type of heat-resistant steel material, which was enough to allow the gun to shoot continuously without worrying about excessive temperatures.

The second, a new type of bullet power system, allows the bullet to be discharged without relying on the instantaneous combustion of gunpowder as a power source.

Of these two discoveries, the former can be described as a great advance in materials science. The latter means that another invention has emerged that can change warfare and even subvert the thermal kinetic energy technology system.

The general immediately reported his findings to the higher-ups.

Be sure to capture that soldier and his weapon, no matter the cost!

The general received this order as soon as possible, and apparently his superiors agreed with his analysis.

And that soldier must be in this mountainous area.

Search!

Not enough people?

Surge!

Ethiopia protests?

Ignore him!

Zhou Hao groaned softly and slowly opened his eyes.

It was as if someone had struck me N times with a sledgehammer, and I was groggy and sullen and slightly dizzy, but it was better than before I fell asleep.

"Master, you're awake!" a handsome face appeared above him, and there was a look of ecstasy in his azure eyes.

Harkery was dirty, and there were several bullet holes in his clothes, and it seemed that he was very uncomfortable outside.

It had been three days since he fell asleep.

In the past three days, Hakri didn't know why, and more and more soldiers continued to come to this mountainous area to conduct dragnet searches. As soon as he spotted Hackri's figure or traces, the soldiers scattered in all directions would immediately approach his location, gradually compressing his range of movement. Many helicopters are also present in this mountainous area, hovering in the sky almost 24 hours a day. No matter which direction Harkri hid, he would always be targeted.

Now the range available for them to hide is getting smaller and smaller, and since Hakri has been running at a high speed, the dozens of spirit stones left by Zhou Hao have consumed only a few left. Fortunately, Zhou Hao woke up in time, otherwise the metal-clad Hackley and his companions would have received free tickets to visit Area 51.

"More on that later. You go back and deal with the ghost slave matter first, so that I can recover faster. ”

Zhou Hao rubbed his eyebrows. He didn't understand it, didn't he just hunt and kill a mercenary leader, why did it look like he stabbed Uncle Sam's chrysanthemum?

Since Harkery talked about the situation in the past few days, Zhou Hao immediately judged that he had provoked Uncle Sam!

On this planet, only Uncle Sam has the courage to use so many soldiers, planes, and satellites to encircle and suppress one person.

Maybe something strange in Hackley has been discovered by the uncle!

He didn't know that it was the Zhou gun he got out of the way that really caused the trouble. When Zhou Hao used to shoot, he would always deliberately pause from time to time, giving people the illusion that the enemy on the opposite side was changing magazines so quickly. There is absolutely no way to tell that the enemy doesn't need to change magazines!, but Hackley didn't have this kind of self-awareness, so he leaked out of the horse's feet.

Forget it, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. After Zhou Hao protested in his head again against his consumption of mental power, he simply gave up thinking and simply processed his traces and prepared to leave.

At this moment, a very fine stone grain suddenly sounded outside the cave entrance. Hearing this voice, Zhou Hao understood that the enemy had discovered this hole, maybe there were many soldiers aiming here with guns in their hands, and as soon as there was a stir, the guns would burst out, knocking themselves into a hornet's nest.

Just gave a stealth spell, and suddenly a round thing flew into the hole.

When Zhou Hao saw it, he hurriedly escaped into the space to dodge, and he was even more sure that he had encountered Uncle Sam's soldiers. When encountering an enclosed space, no matter what the situation inside is, throw an offensive grenade or a stun grenade first, only Uncle Sam's soldiers on this planet have such a luxurious habit.

When Zhou Hao returned to reality from space again, the cave was in a mess.

The searching soldiers had already left, and more than a dozen large and small helicopters were still hovering in the air on this hill, looking at the battle, Zhou Hao couldn't help but touch his hood.

It should be fortunate that Hackri has not removed his hood in the past three days, otherwise Zhou Hao's photos are estimated to have been compared by many agents holding microscopes in the Pentagon at this time, or at this time, many agents are frantically searching for any clues from Saimu in Somaliland. And the identity of Saimu, which he worked so hard to build, can only be scrapped, and if he doesn't do it, he will be implicated in Somaliland.

Quietly slipped out of the encirclement, and on the way back to Hargeisa, Zhou Hao didn't even dare to cancel his stealth technique. High in the sky, there must be Uncle Sam's satellites staring at this area.

Lin Ken was killed, although Zhou Hao hesitated on the way to chase him. After all, in the memory of the ghost slave, Lin Ken had lost all courage. Zhou Hao finally chose to chase and kill to the end, because he didn't dare to entrust the safety of his relatives to the self-indulgence of a murderous mercenary.

What if Lin Ken suddenly perked up?

What if Lin Ken launched a suicide attack with the mentality of breaking the jar and breaking it?

Zhou Hao didn't dare to bet, so he had to end it all with his own hands.

Lin Ken died, the National Development Group was no longer the original grass platform team at this time, many returnees filled various positions, and Somaliland was slowly starting its own development path around seawater desalination. At the political level, the Somaliland "Ade" are much more professional than themselves. As for the military, Zhou Hao felt that as long as Uncle Sam didn't go crazy, the witches in Somaliland would be able to deal with ordinary skirmishes. What's more, Somaliland can produce a steady stream of witches......

Touching the satellite phone in his pocket, Zhou Hao felt that he should go back.

Li Meng has been over the exam for a few days, but Zhou Hao has not dared to contact her with the phone. Because of the special identity of Li Meng's father, whether it is WeChat, text messages or phone calls, the Secret Service personnel responsible for protecting Li Meng's safety will definitely find that the little girl's call record suddenly has overseas contact records, and then the identity he worked so hard to cover will be completely exposed, which will be a very troublesome thing!

Thinking about it...... Zhou Hao's pretty face appeared in Zhou Hao's mind, he was disgusted and happy, his starry eyes turned slightly, his heart was hot, the dizziness in his head seemed to have been reduced a lot, and his body quickly fled towards Hargeisa.

It's time to go home!