Zhang Ran didn't expect that in such a peripheral place as the enemy camp, he would encounter a white-skinned guy!

If it weren't for the fact that that guy's skin was really white, and there was a miserable white reflection in the faint afterglow of the sunset, Zhang Ran would not have noticed the difference between this guy and other enemies at the first time. This is the third goal that Zhang Ran solves.

It has to be said that there is a huge gap between professional mercenaries and ordinary black soldiers. When hunting those black soldiers, Zhang Ran could even sneak into the opponent's distance of about a foot, and directly raise a knife to pierce the back of the opponent's heart, or easily twist his neck.

However, this white mercenary turned around before Zhang Ran entered the distance of three meters, as if he was aware of it.

Three meters, that is, the width of the average family bedroom, such a distance, it is not close enough, and it is not far enough! Under normal circumstances, it only takes 0.3 seconds for a person to turn around, but if you count Zhang Ran's neural reaction speed of thinking about how to deal with it after seeing the other party turn around, the time left for him is far less than 0.1 second!

How long is a tenths of a second? Basically, it won't exceed the kung fu of the blink of an eye, but can a blink of an eye do anything else?

Maybe many people don't know the right thing to do in such a short period of time, but Zhang Ran knows.

Through the life detector in the old knife's hand, Zhang Ran clearly knew that there was no enemy within ten meters of the surroundings, and the only thing he had to do was to fight!

The world record of 100 meters is more than nine seconds, which means that the ultimate speed of a person in a second is 10 meters, so that there is a distance of one meter in 0.1 second, Zhang Ran is not a superman, and he cannot surpass the limit of this human being!

But he still had the dagger in his hand, and when he began to rush forward, the dagger in his hand was also aimed at the white man's chest, and he threw it heavily.

"Whoosh!"

The blued dagger barely had a shadow in the dim light, and only the faint sound of breaking the air could prove its existence, but for a seasoned mercenary, even the faintest sound of breaking the air was enough to judge the direction.

The white mercenary who turned his head gave up turning back and chose to pounce. He was right about that, and the dagger flew almost against his back seven or eight meters in front of him, slanting into the dirt.

And Zhang Ran followed closely behind the dagger he threw, acting as agile as a real leopard, just pounced, without giving the other party a chance to react.

The white mercenary was also extremely depressed at this time, he was usually a good figure, but he was touched by the enemy, not to mention, what made him feel even more embarrassed was that he didn't even have a chance to pull out a gun! It's not that he can't pull out a gun, but he has a feeling that if he is distracted to pull out a gun, he will definitely die, immediately, immediately!

Between fighting back and taking his life, he chose the latter without hesitation! Dodging the dagger didn't make him feel safe, and the louder sound of the dagger breaking through the air made him continue to rush forward, trying to avoid it in this way, even if he hadn't turned back, he could know that the enemy must be fierce!

The two of them went one after the other, but Zhang Ran had the advantage, first, he started in advance, and secondly, he was so much faster, so even if the white mercenary wanted to escape, he still couldn't get faster than Zhang Ran's fist in the end!

Zhang Ran's combat uniform is a little weird, there is a special material on the back of the hand, this material is the outside and soft on the inside, once Zhang Ran clenches his fist, it will form an incomparably fitting - fist gloves!

The function of the boxing gloves used in the game is to reduce the destructive power of the fist, but at this time, the fist gloves wrapped in Zhang Ran's fist have the opposite purpose - to increase the destructive power of the fist!

With a muffled "boom", the sturdy body of the white mercenary fleeing suddenly appeared to a stagnation, and then as if attracted by a hundred times the gravity, it fell straight towards the ground!

In fact, the white mercenary's body was not high from the ground, but the contrast between the frustrations was too strong, which is why it gave people such an obvious feeling.

As for the loud noise, it was made by the white mercenary when he was smashed to the ground by Zhang Ran's punch. Even if he was prepared in his heart, the power of Zhang Ran's punch was still something that the mercenary had not expected, and the final result was that he was directly knocked unconscious!

"Whew~"

Seeing that the man was not moving, Zhang Ran breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and after calming down his breathing, Zhang Ran stepped forward uneasily, intending to turn over the white mercenary lying on the ground to check and check it in case of future troubles. However, just a second before his fingers were about to touch the white mercenary's body, his heart contracted for no reason, and the whole person jumped backwards suddenly, only to see a white light "swish", almost grazing his eyelids.

"Not dead yet?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Zhang Ran's heart, and he also saw clearly that the white light just now was the dagger in the mercenary's hand, and the sharp edge of the dagger pierced the air, and it made a sharp sound like a ghost screaming in the air.

If it was normal times, Zhang Ran said that he would have to have a good fight with this mercenary whose body bones were tougher than iron plates, but the situation in front of him was obviously not suitable, when the blood-stained mercenary swung his knife, Zhang Ran didn't give him a chance to regain his breath, and the whole person had already stepped up, his right hand wearing fist gloves went straight to his throat, and the left hand hidden behind was pulling out a spare military spur on his leg!

"Smack!"

The mercenary reacted quickly, his empty left hand blocked Zhang Ran's right fist, and he even wanted to retract the dagger to stab Zhang Ran's back, but after all, he was still one step slower than Zhang Ran.

"Poof!"

Under the wave of Zhang Ran's left hand, the tip of the military thorn easily tore the combat uniform on the mercenary's chest, even if it was a combat uniform with a certain anti-stab function, it could not resist Zhang Ran's strange force, and the inertia brought by the swing was almost just pierced, and it was instantly out of control!

The huge pain made the mercenary tremble, and his right hand, which had already withdrawn half of it, lost its strength, and Zhang Ran took advantage of the momentum to push forward, and the two of them stumbled, fell to the ground, and rolled into a ball!

"Click!"

After all, the dagger in the mercenary's hand still fell on Zhang Ran's body, but fortunately, it didn't have much strength, and it was able to penetrate Zhang Ran's combat uniform, so it stopped, making Zhang Ran feel the coolness of the tip of the knife.

The mercenary who fell to the ground was under Zhang Ran's oppression, and he struggled a few times before he stopped, and Zhang Ran, who had eased up, slowly got up and said on the walkie-talkie: "I almost missed a hard stubble!" "His so-called miss is naturally not a loss, in this situation, as long as he makes a little noise and alarms the guards in the camp, it is a failure, and it is not only Zhang Ran's life that is involved.

The eight goals were finally solved, and Zhang Ran and Wuying completed four of them alone, so that the three of them successfully broke through the defensive circle west of the Angry Buck camp, and they could be regarded as having entered the interior.

At this time, the sky became even darker, and there were not many lights around the three of them. This also proves that in fact, the Angry Buck forces are not so rich, at least they can't even guarantee the electricity for normal night lighting.

If it is said that the fuel to provide generators to operate, in fact, Africa is not lacking, and generators are ordinary road goods, even if you buy generators made by Europeans, in Africa because of tariffs and other reasons, it will be much cheaper than in the mainland.

What is really lacking is the kind of social mentality that thinks about one's own people, take Angry Buck for example, he would rather use the funds he gets to buy more guns and bullets, and will never use it to purchase generators, medicines and other livelihood supplies, let alone provide the most basic educational conditions for his own people.

Angry Buck didn't think about how much he was going to do, what he coveted in his heart was just personal pleasure.

Therefore, Zhang Ran and the others don't really need to bother to find the specific location where Angry Buck is located, as long as they look at where the lights are the most brilliant in the entire camp, they will definitely be able to find Angry Buck. If, today's task for Zhang Ran is to assassinate Nu Buck, maybe he only needs Bai Ge's cooperation, and he can easily do it.

"Turn left ahead, watch out for the patrol at three o'clock, they're coming soon."

It is only when he is on a mission that the old knife will change his habit of talking. However, Zhang Ran felt that since there was such a relationship between Sava and Lao Dao, Lao Dao's words seemed to be more and more, could it be that love could really change a person?

As if this was not the time to think about these things, Zhang Ran shook his head, drove away the messy thoughts in his mind, gathered his attention, kept a certain distance from Wuying, and groped his way forward among the sparse buildings in the camp, and the old knife followed closely behind Zhang Ran.

I wanted to catch a living mouth and ask Kuaishou and Cold-blooded where they were imprisoned, but the spirit of the black man who would rather die and fight until the last moment of his life left a deep impression on Zhang Ran and others, and it was not the first time they had encountered similar African races, and they had a second attempt but ended up with huge losses to themselves.

Therefore, whether it is Zhang Ran or Wuying, they dare not make a second attempt, they can only move along a selected road, if they can't meet Kuaishou and cold-blooded on the road, they can only take the second combat plan - rescue the hostages first.

According to the data provided by Lao Zheng, there are at least seventy Chinese in the Nubak camp, but fortunately, these are adult men, as long as they are not tortured by inhumanes, they should still have a certain degree of action, and they can also pick up guns to fight in a crisis.

The mission lasted forty minutes, and everything seemed to be going well, except for the fact that Kuaishou and cold-blooded were not found. In Zhang Ran's heart, he didn't want to save the hostages first, even if everyone was Chinese, but after all, there was a relative who was distant and close, for Zhang Ran, Kuaishou and cold-blooded were brothers and relatives, and those hostages, after all, were just strangers and mission goals.

"Huh? What stinks so much? ”

Shaking left and right, Zhang Ran suddenly smelled a foul smell, which drifted away with the night wind. Originally, in the camp of this group of barbarians, it was strange that it didn't smell, but what really slowed down Zhang Ran was the faint but familiar voice that rushed into his five senses along with the smell.

"Over there, at four o'clock, they should be over there!" Zhang Ran suppressed the excitement in his heart and let out a low cry in the team channel.

This book is derived from Kanshu.com