Chapter 213 leaves no living mouth

The night wind howled, the shadows of the mountains howled, the wild sand rolled up and fell, and the darkness was like a ghost. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info//qb5.c0m/

Located in the Wakhan Corridor between the Pamir Plateau and the Hindu Kush Mountains, there is no warmth and tranquility in the valley at all, and the harsh alpine climate makes it like a death zone, just as the Eastern Jin Dynasty monk Fa Xian described: there are no birds on the top, no beasts on the bottom, unpredictable, only the sun is accurate, and the human bones are marked by the road.

Ji Ruomin drove the car, bumping in the valley in the dark night, the lights illuminated the road ahead, and the wind and sand made the car body rattle. Lin Lianghao's voice came from his ears: "Nighthawk, Nighthawk, Eagle's Nest call, please answer when you hear it." ”

Ji Ruomin was a little speechless, it was not a formal action, it was not a codename, it was just taking off his pants and farting. Straightened the microphone and said, "I'll listen, you say." ”

Lin Lianghao said nervously: "The situation has changed, the other party has responded, and the number of people is between fifteen and twenty." ”

Ji Ruomin couldn't help frowning. If she were going to kill these fifteen or twenty people, there would be nothing to worry about, but it would be more difficult to ensure that she could save people.

Lin Lianghao understood her thoughts, and said, "But there is also good news. ”

Ji Ruomin said calmly: "What news?" ”

Lin Lianghao said: "When you arrive, we will contact you." ”

The "good news" must be related to the timing of her arrival, and there is still uncertainty. Ji Ruomin didn't ask much, he stepped on the accelerator directly to the end, and the car roared to join the ranks of the wind.

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Rushed all the way to the scene. Ji Ruomin parked the car far away at the corner of the mountain road, leaned out behind the rocks, and took out a small telescope to observe.

The dilapidated camp was like a desert ruin, two lone watchtowers stood in the cold wind, crumbling to maintain their pitiful dignity, and behind them were five pickup trucks parked together, except for two lights, only the wind, constantly wandering in the courtyard.

Above the camp, a small drone hovered in the deep night sky, the wind on the plateau blew away a small buzzing sound, and the dark red light points under the belly of the plane kept flickering, transmitting every move below to the far rear.

Lin Lianghao's voice came from his ears again: "There are two lights in front, the lower right corner is the motor room, and there is no one inside; The upper left of the second floor should be the hostage holding place; The good news is that there is a bright room on the right side of the barracks with your back to you, infrared analysis, most of the terrorists are concentrated inside, that is, the second floor is very thinly guarded. ”

Ji Ruomin said: "Do you want me to sneak into the second floor and leave directly after saving people?" ”

Lin Lianghao said: "Exactly." There are two people in the guard tower in the direction of eleven o'clock, you solve them first, and then dive up to the second floor from the left, there is no secret sentry in the courtyard, you can act with confidence, try not to use guns, and solve them with knives. ”

Ji Ruomin stared and said, "I know, there is no special situation, don't contact me again." "Pick up the binoculars again and look at the watchtower at eleven o'clock.

On it was an old Soviet-made NSV rock heavy machine gun, which was supposed to have been acquired by terrorists from their Afghan counterparts, but there was no one behind the machine gun. Obviously, although the terrorists habitually set up sentry posts, they did not believe that they would be attacked in familiar places where they thought they were safe, and they hid in guard towers for shelter.

Ji Ruomin put away the binoculars, simply packed his equipment, jumped out from behind the rocks, and quickly approached the target with standard tactical movements. There was a slight grinding sound between the tactical boots and the ground, and they were blown away by the howling night wind.

Ji Ruomin easily sneaked in, observed for a while, climbed the gangway of the watchtower tower, and quietly came to the broken wooden door outside the tower, and the sound of the conversation between the two terrorists was in his ears.

Ji Ruomin stared at the wooden door, propped up the iron ladder, raised his upper body, and probed the 95 assault rifle to the heavy machine gun at the top of the tower. Hold the barrel of the gun, press it gently, do not feel additional pressure, and with a sudden afterburner, the machine gun with a long chain of bullets planted under the tower.

Ji Ruomin put his rifle on his back, took out his knife and waited.

The sound of the machine gun crashing to the ground alarmed the terrorists, and the two guys nervously stood up and fired their submachine guns with tactical flashlights outside the camp, but as a matter of course, no suspicious targets were found.

The two guys were not vigilant, but they relaxed again, and one said: "Damn the wind, blow the machine gun off, you go pick it up." ”

Another said, "Why me, and not you?" ”

The man from before: "Because you are closer to the door, and this is a command." "The rifle was put aside, and the big spike sat down.

The other, apparently of low status, muttered that he had set his submachine gun against the wall and reluctantly went out to pick it up.

But when he opened the wooden door, he was stunned, there was a black shadow standing in front of the door, and the sudden appearance made him feel that this was a beautiful woman, and when he wanted to see what was going on, there was a sudden sharp pain on his body, and a cold dagger pierced into his body through thin clothes.

He made the right judgment at the first time and wanted to inform his companions, but the huge pain of the punctured diaphragm made him unable to cry out at all, and his throat seemed to be stuffed into a stone, and he could not shout anything except the stinking heat. The dagger advanced inside him, and he tried to raise his hand to summon it, but he couldn't raise his arm except for instinctive twitching.

The dagger stretched all the way to his heart, the blood flowed silently, his throat was hot, he felt something rushing upward, but more than that, life flowed quickly and silently from his body.

The people in the sentry tower were blocked from view, and they couldn't see Ji Ruomin, and when they saw their companions standing still, they said strangely: "Hey, why are you standing there like a log?" Hurry down or I'll kick you in the ass. ”

Ji Ruomin sneered and stretched out his hand and gently pushed it on his chest.

The saber was drawn with the action of leaning back, and he could make a sound, but there was still nothing, only the blood that kept spitting out, spraying into the sky in the action of falling back.

Before the terrorists in the tower could kick their companion's buttocks, they saw the blood-spraying corpse of their companion fall into his arms, and finally realized something, subconsciously turned his head, and saw a black shadow. He opened his mouth wide, but before he could shout, a bloody dagger was plunged into his mouth like lightning.

He made a sound from his nose, a cramping pain in his mouth, and the sharp dagger cut his tongue mercilessly, and then went down, slicing his throat together, and a large amount of blood and thick bubbles spurted out indiscriminately.

He opened his mouth wide, his eyes bulging out, and instinctively wanted to reach out to cover it, but the other party didn't give him this opportunity.

Ji Ruomin grabbed the top of his head, pulled out a dagger, and slashed his neck again, like a decapitation. This is a cruel knife, but also a painful knife, the whole skull, only a piece of skin on the back of the neck is connected to the body, blood with bubbles, gushing outward like a floodgate.

There's a lot of blood in the watchtower, but that's okay, the wind from the plateau will soon blow to the ground.

Ji Ruomin wiped the dagger on the corpse floor, turned around and went out, and closed the wooden door with his hand, as if he was working from home every day.

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