Henry turned his head to look at the hillside to the left, and in the telescope, a black shadow was gliding quickly across the wide river, and two other black figures were lying on the nearby hillside, their guns aimed at the dark woods on the opposite bank.

Henry watched the other man's movements, and immediately understood the motives of the following people, who were divided into two groups, one group to guard the rope bridge crossing the river, and the other group to use ropes to cross the river into the tribe on the side. Seeing this meaning, the other party is going to send a person to reconnoiter deep into the scimitar tribe.

Sure enough, only one person crossed the river on the left hillside, and the other two were just hiding on the hillside with their guns raised to provide cover.

Henry looked closely at the woods opposite, and saw that there was no movement in the tribe opposite after the man below crossed the river. He shook his head slightly, and said secretly in his heart: "This tribe is really a primitive tribe, judging from the vigilance situation, the clansmen in it have no people who know military affairs at all, how can such a person hurt his Black Hawk members who are born in special forces?" It seems that I am overly worried."

Thinking of this, he turned his gaze to a few hidden figures under the hillside, and suddenly realized in his heart: the people below will never be his opponents! They are also here to investigate the situation of this scimitar tribe, these people must be those little devils who have the same purpose as themselves, if they are their opponents, they have no reason to sneak deep into this primitive tribe to reconnoitre.

Thinking of this, Henry relaxed, slowly leaned against the branch behind him, and whispered into the microphone to order his companions on the hillside behind him to stealthily approach their location and monitor the movement below. After he issued the order, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: This is not bad, there are little devils who give him a front station, and he can enjoy it, so let's wait comfortably for the results of their investigation here.

He leaned comfortably against the branch and stared at the opposite riverbank. After a while, I saw a dark shadow emerge from the trees on the opposite shore. I saw him quickly climb to a big tree, follow the rope that came and quickly glide across the riverbank, and then quickly get up with the two groups of men and horses who were covering him, and burrow into the mountain on the side. Obviously, they got nothing out of their trip.

Henry held the binoculars and saw them disappear into the thick night, so he withdrew his gaze and glanced at the dark woods on the riverbank, grabbed the branch under him with one hand and jumped down from the tree more than ten meters high, and led his men to chase in the direction where the little devil disappeared, and soon disappeared into the vast night.

At this time, Wan Lin was staring coldly at this qiē in the opposite woods. It wasn't until they disappeared that they grabbed the rope on the shore and swung over, stealthily chasing in the direction where the two groups of people in front of them disappeared.

Henry and the others followed the security guards in front of them for a while, and saw that they were traveling in the forest not far from the drug dealers' canyon, Henry stopped and thought for a while, then squatted down and took out the map, took out a shimmering flashlight and shone it on the map.

Henry looked at the terrain around the forest and canyon marked on the map, and judged in his heart: It is estimated that the little devil has found the traces of the mysterious force, and judged that the other party may have approached the canyon from the direction of the forest to attack, and they want to find clues from the direction of the forest.

Henry slowly put the map away, stood up and waved at his hands, and headed straight for the canyon. He thought to himself: the most clues are the canyon, and there must be many traces left by the fierce battle around it. Those little devils are insidious, thinking that things are different from ordinary people, running to the forest to find clues? Isn't this a reluctance to go far!

Several people marched rapidly in the dark mountains for several hours, Henry raised his hand to look at his watch, it was already five o'clock in the morning, he turned his head to look at the several members of the team who were panting around him, and ordered: "It's almost dawn, find a place to rest."

The men soon found a cave on the surrounding hillside, got into it, ate something and fell asleep.

Ever since Henry's group entered the mountains, they had been busy tracking the clues left by their opponents, and they had not had a good rest. Now when he entered the cave, he immediately leaned on the cave wall and fell into a deep sleep, and only one person was arranged to guard outside the cave, and the rest of the people quickly fell asleep.

It wasn't until the evening of the next day that Henry opened his eyes and woke up the cave players, and after a few people ate something, Henry got up and got out of the dark cave, took out his binoculars and stood at the entrance of the cave to look around.

The endless mountains are undulating, and at the foot of the mountains there are occasional hare and pheasants running, and occasionally the howls of beasts are heard in the distance, and the mountains are already a little dark, and the sky is covered with a layer of white fish-scale clouds.

Henry took a few deep breaths of fresh mountain air, turned around and was about to call the rest of the team out, when a fierce burst of gunfire and explosions suddenly came from behind the mountain. Henry was startled, and quickly threw himself out of the hole and hid behind a tree in front of him, he listened intently for a while, and immediately judged that it was the explosion of an automatic rifle and a grenade.

Henry knew that not far behind the mountain was the road leading to the drug dealer's canyon, and from there there was gunshots, and it was supposed that the drug dealer's transport vehicle had been attacked. He pondered for a moment, whispered into the microphone in his ear, "Prepare for battle, go over and take a look," and ran up the hill with his sniper rifle.

By the time Henry and his party rushed to the top of the hill next to the road, the battle at the bottom of the hill had already stopped. Henry was lying on the top of the hill holding a telescope, taking advantage of the afterglow of the western sky to check the situation on the road, only to see a truck carrying munitions parked on the side of the road, next to the truck were a few drug traffickers and soldiers who were checking on the wounded, and puffs of black smoke were emitting from the dead grass on the surrounding hillside.

Henry's gaze looked at the opposite hillside, and there was no one in sight on the somewhat hazy hillside on the opposite side, except for the shadows of the swaying trees. What a quick move! Henry was startled, waved his hand and quickly ran down the mountain with a few people.

He knew that this kind of hijacking of vehicles often appeared in the mountainous areas, and it was basically between the mountain drug dealers, but now the goods on the trucks under the mountain have not decreased at all, and the other party's attack is extremely fast, obviously not for the goods, which is worth further investigation

Under the cover of dim light and various obstacles in the mountains, Henry and the others quickly rushed to the foot of the mountain. A few drug dealers and soldiers at the foot of the mountain had just loaded the dead and wounded into the car and were about to reverse the car to continue their journey, when they saw several figures suddenly appear silently next to the car, and they were about to raise their guns in shock, but the muzzles of the other party's black holes had already been firmly aimed at their chests.

Several drug dealer soldiers who had just survived the catastrophe suddenly turned to ashes, threw away their weapons and raised their hands high. Henry turned to one of his men who knew the local language and said, "Ask them what happened?" ”

As he spoke, he raised his foot and turned around the foot of the hill in front of him to the jeep that was attacked in front of him, put his head into the jeep and took a look, then pulled up the driver lying on the steering wheel, and saw that his face and chest were covered with blood, and he knew in his heart that the other party had fired a short shot with an automatic rifle, and several bullets directly hit the driver's vital point, forcing the vehicle to stop.