The two minions got closer and closer.

Solemn now didn't need a telescope to see every detail of them, including the jet-black barrel of the Dragonov sniper rifle glittering in the sunlight.

If these two people are trained in sniping, they will also pick positions, although they may not necessarily pick the place where the solemn and old white hair are located, but it will definitely be nearby.

Everyone is not blind, in broad daylight, there are no clouds here, such good visibility, even if the position is well camouflaged, I am afraid that the clues will be seen at close range.

There was silence in the sniper position.

Whether it is solemn or old white hair, his heart is extremely anxious.

The biggest "target" has not yet appeared, but I didn't expect a large group of minions to come, and they actually know how to arrange sniper positions.

It's not hard to take out these two minions, it's hard, and if you kill them and alarm the other enemies in the valley, things will be very bad.

In this way, the entire effort of the operation will be in vain.

Rustle Rustle –

Majestine heard footsteps faintly coming from the wind.

It was the sound of military boots on the gravel.

One of the two minions was cursing in a language that Majesta didn't understand, as if complaining that the road here was too difficult.

A flash of light crossed the solemn mind.

A bold idea appeared in front of me.

"I have a ......"

"I have a ......"

Old White Fur and Solemnity turned to each other almost at the same time.

At another time, the matter of having a soul is not only between men and women, but also between comrades-in-arms who cooperate tacitly.

Both of them suddenly laughed.

Solemnly and slowly drew a pistol.

Old White Fur also drew his pistol.

This is not an ordinary pistol, this is a spare Type 67 micro-sound pistol.

Therefore, don't be afraid to bring as many things as you can when you go out on a mission, as long as you don't exceed your weight-bearing capacity.

Don't be disgusted with the trouble.

Many of the Rangers who were planted during the Mogadishu incident began to regret that they should not have put bulletproof inserts in their body armor when they entered the city and exchanged fire with the local militia.

This time, both the old white fur and the solemn brought the Type 67 whispering pistol.

Like lizards, the two of them brought nothing but whispering pistols, and slowly retreated and retreated from cover.

Then he slowly moved backwards, and the cat hid behind the big rock that he usually relieved.

"Are you left, or right?" Old White Mao asked.

"Left." Solemn didn't even want to think about it.

Because everything is the same.

"Wait for my orders." After Lao Baimao finished speaking, he went around to the other side of the stone, and the two of them hid behind the stone, revealing only one eye.

The two minions had ascended to the solemn position where they were—it was only a slope halfway up the mountain.

It seems that the scenery here is very beautiful, and the two minions are in a very relaxed mood, and they suddenly began to talk and laugh.

They lost the vigilance they had when they first arrived, after having spent the whole day in the valley, they were sure that there would be no one but themselves.

What's more, this ancient passage has long been unoccupied, and people who are not very familiar with this place do not know that they can bypass it at all.

After stretching comfortably, one of the minions suddenly let out a "huh", pushed the accomplice next to him, and pointed to the location of the sniper position.

At the moment, they are less than twenty meters away from the sniper position.

Although carefully camouflaged, the mountains here are completely bare, with no vegetation at all, except for gravel and dirt, or snow from the summits.

It's too close, and you can tell that something is wrong.

The ground seems to be slightly sunken......

With an Acre submachine gun in one hand, he and his companions walked towards the position of the sniper position.

Walking in front of the position, the minion with the submachine gun stepped forward first, stretched out his foot, and brushed a few on the ground.

Suddenly, a folded corner appeared in the gravel.

"Huh?"

The two of them seemed to feel that there seemed to be something beneath the frozen ground in front of them.

I just wanted to squat down to check, but suddenly I heard the sound of "clicking the tower" not far away.

The bullet from the Type 67 whispering pistol pierced through the right temple of the minion holding the Dragunov sniper rifle.

He barely had any chance to snort and fell headlong to the ground.

The other minion reacted and turned around in horror.

As soon as he turned around, a bullet shot straight into his eyebrows.

The Type 67 pistol was not very powerful, with an effective range of only 30 meters, so the bullet penetrated into the skull and did not penetrate the back of the skull, but stayed inside.

But it's even worse.

The hapless guy with the Acre submachine gun had his entire brain shattered by the bullets tumbling in his skull.

fell to the ground, he didn't die for a while, and he was still convulsing on the ground.

Two figures flashed out from behind the big rocks, jumping up like cheetahs.

Old White Fur came to the side of the two minions, stretched out his hand, raised his gun and replenished a bullet, and then shot the guy holding Dragonov.

Click-

Click-

The minion with the Aka submachine gun and twitching on the ground had another bullet hole in his head.

The unlucky man exhaled his last breath, and his body collapsed like a marionette that had lost its support.

"Remember! Replace the gun! The old white-haired warning solemnly: "The enemy is given any chance to survive!" ”

In fact, although the power of the Type 67 micro-sound pistol is not large, the silence effect is absolutely first-class.

This is also the reason why Lao Baimao and Zhuang Zhuang both chose to shoot their heads.

First of all, because the distance is only twenty meters, there is enough certainty.

Secondly, because the shooting power of this whispering pistol is really average, and the penetration of the warhead is insufficient, no one knows whether these two guys are wearing bulletproof vests.

Once it is worn and he shoots his body without killing him in the first place, he will inevitably pull the trigger and shoot back, attracting a bunch of accomplices.

In that case, the whole mission is messed up.

One by one, solemn and old white Mo Ah grabbed the corpses by the feet and dragged them behind the big rocks.

"Gather intelligence." The old white hair didn't say a word, and began to search the body neatly, buckle the belt, elastic belt, anyway, the place where he could hide things, including the soles of his shoes.

The two of them searched the minions' whole body as fast as they could, and packed all the bits and pieces in their pockets into the accessory bag behind their tactical vests.

Then, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, took off the robes of the two unlucky minions as if they were skinning, and then covered themselves, then hid their pistols, picked up the two minions' guns, covered their faces, and turned into themselves.

Now two special forces snipers have become "bandits".

The only thing that made the solemnity unhappy was that the masked scarf had a strong smell.

It seems to be a spice mixed with other smells, and it is pungent to listen anyway.

Also, when he was just putting it on, he saw a small lump of brain pulp on the top of the scarf, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, and quickly flicked it off with his fingers.

"How about trying our disguise?"

The old white fur pointed to the edge of the hillside.

His meaning was obvious, wherever he went, show himself to the accomplices below.

Such......

Solemnity felt too exciting.