"Ted, I'm Baker, get out of the damn ridge with the rest of the people, or we won't be able to go......"

“…… Baker? You're bastard still alive, great, how many people are left? ”

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Baker...... Baker? ”

The sound of gunfire echoed in the distance, and in the smoke of gunfire, from behind a meter-high gray-white stone, there was a muffled voice of a single communicator in English, and it was Ted, a sturdy white machine gunner in his thirties and the leader of the mercenary team.

Baker's words were quick and low, the words of the captain of the mercenary team were full of surprise, and when the two old fritter mercenaries were in communication, three crisp shots of pistol bullets rang out one after another, and Ted shouted nervously twice in the communicator, but did not hear Baker's reply......

The sturdy Baker gasped for breath, leaned on the stone with blurred eyes, the headset of the individual communicator with a thin line fell weakly on his chest, the fingers of the fair-skinned big hand were swollen and pressed desperately on the abdomen, the black and red blood continued to seep out from the gap between the fingers, the fabric of the light travel clothes was gradually soaked with black and red blood, and the pungent smell of blood drifted away with the wind. Baker's 7.62 mm general-purpose machine gun with a chain box was slumped on the sparse grass next to the stones, the grass and blades were stained with blood, and there were no yellow-orange-orange bullet casings scattered around, nor the other two mercenary companions, Baker had evacuated here alone.

But good luck doesn't always accompany him, often walking near the water, how can there be no wet feet, three 9mm parabem pistol bullets flying from impossible angles, one after another hit Baker's lower abdomen who was communicating with Ted, after the gunshot, Baker felt a hot pain in his abdomen, and looked down to see that he was really desperate. There were three blood holes in the jacket of the travel coat that were spraying blood, and as the blood passed, Baker clearly felt that his life had reached the last moment, and involuntarily threw away the general-purpose machine gun in his hand, and covered the wound in the abdomen with the palm of his hand, so as not to let the blood drain from the body so quickly.

Perhaps doing so has exhausted Baker's strength. Faced with the call from Ted, Baker, who was weak enough to speak, could no longer speak, and his eyes quickly became foggy......

Life has entered the countdown, Baker has become confused and unconscious, vaguely heard a low footsteps from far and near, in the mercenary career of a long-developed habit, Baker still analyzed from the footsteps, at least four athletic people are approaching.

Baker tried to open his closed eyelids to see who had hit him with a pistol bullet that could turn the corner. Talmad, that's a!

Baker finally opened his eyelids, but the reddened rays of the sunset stung Baker's already weak pupils, and when he saw clearly that four stout men with different skin tones were fully armed in desert digital camouflage training uniforms, and walked around the low bushes on the right side of the stone, and walked quickly to a distance of only ten meters from him, Baker wanted to pull out a pistol from his waist with one hand. The palm of the other arm, which was not stained with blood, barely reached the side of his waist, and he was already unable to tear off the Velcro on the quick-draw holster, and took out the Glock 17 automatic pistol.

Baker sighed inwardly. His eyes became surprisingly sharp (the so-called flashback of the time before the strong willpower), his body leaned against the hard stone, and his eyes stared at the fierce white man in his thirties wearing a desert digital camouflage training uniform, with short brown hair and blue gray pupils, and he stared at the barrel of a Glock 17 automatic pistol with a brand new blue roast from the white man's waist.

There was also a faint blue smoke flying out of the barrel of the Glock pistol. Baker, who knew the gun, knew that it was the little polish left over from the rifling of the new gun, the smoke that evaporated from the barrel of the gun when it was fired.

Baker already knew that it was this bastard who had fired with the same Glock pistol, sending the bullet flying around the arc and crashing headlong into his abdomen, not a simple gunslinger but a paranormal person. Baker thought of this, and a smile appeared on his face, but because of the unbearable pain of his abdominal wound, this smile looked strange and inexplicable.

Seeing that Baker was about to die and still showed such a demeanor, a member of the Asian parachute armed team about thirty years old with a tough look on his face and a light alloy powerful composite bow in one hand, the expression on his face changed, he walked a few steps to Baker's side, grabbed Baker's chest with his empty palm, and was about to pick Baker up from the ground with one hand, when he heard the fierce white man next to him shout in calm English: "Forget it, don't forget that he is just a mercenary!" There are no immortals on the battlefield. ”

"John, we are also mercenaries, it is this bastard who has caused us to lose several partners, and we can't spare him......"

The member of the armed squad who was holding the placket of Baker's shirt with one hand trembled slightly, and his facial muscles trembled slightly, and he didn't look back at all, and he looked very unwilling to whisper a few words of English.?'?

Hearing the members of the armed team say this, John, who has a pair of blue and gray eyes and a strong body, didn't say anything, walked a few steps to the side of the armed team members, patted the shoulders of the team members who seemed to be very depressed because of the damage to many companions, and under John's eye signal, the team members showed a gloomy look on their faces, and their palms let go of Baker's shirt and stepped aside.

The strange smile on Baker's face, who was on the verge of death, suddenly disappeared from his face, because John had reached out his palm and ripped open the placket of Baker's chest, and Baker's muscular chest with black chest hair was obviously tattooed with two Arabic numerals.

"Sure enough, the same Baker who did it in the CIA, a native of the Texas otter town, do you want to ......?"

Seeing the double-digit number tattoo, John couldn't help but wrinkle his forehead slightly, and whispered almost to himself, but stopped before he finished speaking, because John saw that after Baker shook his head obviously, his eyes quickly lost their ability to focus, and his pupils were not closed.

John sighed in his heart, Baker, who was once a secret intelligence agent in the Middle East of the CIA, had died miserably on the arid ridge of the Ladakh Mountains as a fellow agent, and John originally wanted to access the Guò intelligence network. Bringing back the news of Baker's life from Baker's hometown in small Texas, former CIA secret agents like Baker have long been "missing", and his family in Otter Town has no idea where he is, whether he is alive or dead.

Apparently Baker rejected John's "kindness", and John was slightly stunned before brushing his palm over Baker's cheek. After pulling the placket of Labek's shirt to block the digital tattoo on his chest, he turned and left.

Baker's transformation from a CIA agent to an elite mercenary in a mercenary team must have a hidden story, but John didn't plan to delve into the reason, Baker's fate is a microcosm of the fate of many retired intelligence officers.

After the four Johns with guns left the stone quickly, only Baker, whose eyes had been closed and hung up, was still leaning on the stone, and the general-purpose machine gun with a chain box lying crooked on the grass did not move at all, because the loose metal chain had reached the end, and there were less than ten rounds left in total.

……

Ten minutes ago. Staying on the meadow grassy slope on the ridge of the mountain range, the Indian lady Nia Sharma, who intends to eradicate the members of the team of the Heterogeneous Investigation Committee, with her personal attendant Almhan, tightly bites the sparse traces left by Zhuge Hanyu, Sima Yuru, Yang Yifan and the Tibetan Han Gesang, like a hunting dog with a "keen" sense of smell.

"Attention squads...... Attention to each squad, shrink the formation, shrink the formation...... We're in trouble. An airborne detachment is carrying out airborne ...... from the Il-76 transport aircraft "

Dressed in desert digital camouflage training uniform, he is in his thirties and has dark skin. Almhan, who looked rough with a dark blue beard and scum, casually put into the desert digital camouflage training uniform in the left chest pocket of the individual communicator headset was making a "rustling" electric sound, Almuhan took out the communicator headset from his pocket disappreciatively, and immediately heard the war briefing communication that surprised him, and before listening to the words of the mercenary captain Yankee Ted, Almuhan looked towards the sky. From afar, a transport plane was flying over the Indus Valley.

Almuhan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, knowing that something big had happened, and a third-party force had already intervened strongly, among which there must be strong alien powers, and the ordinary parachute armed assault team was simply unable to resist the abnormal ability team led by Miss Nia Sharma!

"Sue the members of the squad who have dispersed. Give up the plan to move closer to us and concentrate on our forces, as long as we kill Zhuge Hanyu and a few people, the Heterogeneous Investigation Committee will not have the strength to send people again in the near future, and there will be more opponents who are eyeing China, and if you want to go to the Xiaoshenshan Ice Field to compete for interests, there will be one less strong opponent, the baby must be ours! ”

Nia Sharma, an Indian woman with short black hair and blue eyes with short black hair, and a white skin that vaguely reveals the arrogant atmosphere of India's high-caste whites, stood on the top of a black lacquered stone standing alone on the grassy slope more than two meters high, only raised her head slightly, squinted her eyes and looked at the several mushroom dome-shaped generals that had bloomed on the sky dome. Speaking in Hindi in a strong tone, he ordered Almuhan to gather the members of the alien team who scattered to hunt down the members of the team of the Heterogeneous Investigation Committee, and did not care about Kong Kang Ding, Mu Jiang Cuo, and Liu Xiaoyang, and concentrated the strength of the entire team to quickly kill Zhuge Hanyu and others.

As an attendant who has followed Nia Sharma for many years, the dark-skinned Almuhan will not hesitate at all, and quickly press the small individual communicator answer button hanging on the tactical knitted belt on his waist, and gently press the button a few times to send out a secret action signal that only insiders know.

However, seeing that only five seconds had passed on the communicator, several short electric sounds of different lengths that seemed to be chaotic came out of the headset, and on Almahan's originally dark and shiny cheeks, the muscles trembled involuntarily, and he roared in Hindi with an annoyed expression: "Damn bastard, a three-person team has no answer, something must have happened, and the other three groups have sent back no results, and are preparing to hurry to the convergence!" ”

Hearing Almuhan say this, Nia Sharma's pale face faintly highlighting the aristocratic aura changed, her expression was as cold as ice, her lips squirmed slightly, and she almost gritted her teeth and roared: "I don't believe it, a three-person team cooperates, even if the two old men of Kong Kang Ding and Mu Jiangcuo converge, the three-person team will not be defeated so quickly, no...... It won't be the old man Mu Jiangcuo, and it won't be Kong Dang Ding, the explosion not long ago was made by Kong Kang Ding, an old bastard who knows how to control electricity and abnormal abilities, Kong Kang Ding is dealing with the members of the secret service team and Ted's mercenaries, it can only be ......"

Before Nia Sharma's angry words were finished, the sound of fierce strafing fire could already be heard in the meadow area higher in the ridgeline, and Nia Sharma and Almuhan witnessed from afar that two parachutes had been deployed, which were blown to pieces by grenades fired from automatic grenade launchers and a rocket, but more parachutes were about to land on the ridgeline at an altitude of 4,500 meters.

These parachutes like light yellow mushrooms fluttered and fell rapidly, and it seemed that the parachute armed team intended to establish a parachute landing site at the highest point of the ridge, and condescendingly attacked down.

It's so fast, and the people who have developed such accurate parachute tactics are amazing!

Nia Sharma and Almuhan beside her glanced at each other, Nia Sharma's face suddenly changed sharply, and while snorting in her throat, she waved her hands and arms at the sparse dwarf bushes in front of her, and in an instant, countless green dwarf shrub branches, branches and leaves, exploded into a very fine green-black wood fiber powder in the low and inaudible sound of air explosion, and the wood fiber powder with the dust that flew up, quickly formed a wave wall with a height of one meter and a width of dozens of meters, extending to the depths of the bushes. From a distance, it looked like a wave of the sea had flooded the bushes along its way, and as the fierce echoes of gunfire echoed through the valleys of the mountains, Nia Sharma destroyed the bushes without arousing anyone's idea.

Just as countless dwarf shrubs were destroyed against the ground, and the fluctuating walls formed by wood fiber powder continued to stretch out, a vigorous figure flew up from the dwarf bushes like a falcon out of its nest......

(To be continued.) )