163, the coyote missed

Eleven o'clock in the evening.

The night sky was purple-blue, and starlight haunted the cracks in the clouds.

The dark jungle beneath the sky looked like a giant beast in the night, devouring all living things and the light of the starry sky. Lin Tao burst into a burst of applause, and a brown flying squirrel let out a sharp and frightened cry, as if it was on the verge of death, and then the cry went away from mid-air. The wings of the Condo vulture flapped powerfully across the air and disappeared into the deep night sky. The chirping of the night owl is like that of a baby, echoing the crisp and rapid chirping of the nightingale. Unknown bugs emerge from their hiding places and burrow into the grass to call out to their companions. The wolves howled in the valley, and the howl was heard far away with the mountain wind.

Between the valleys to the north of the plantation, thatched huts stand in the dark, and on both sides of the mud-compacted dirt road are stacked with chopped timber, each stacked half a meter high. Two poisonous dart frogs jumped from the road into the pyre and into the grass from the other side, both of them chasing a poisonous snake.

The two windows on the front of the hut are ajar, and the room is also dark, but when you adjust to the darkness, you can see a person lying faintly on the plank bed, but when you look closely, you will see that in the gap between the plank bed and the wall, a pair of feet wearing slippers have exceeded the length of the bed board and protruded from the foot of the bed. However, both the person in the bed and the person under the bed are quietly sleeping.

When the shadow emerges in the jungle to the north, it looks like a mandrill that has suddenly emerged from the darkness. They moved in unison, marched extremely fast, jumped out of the jungle and quickly approached the hut. Under the starlight, two of the team rushed to the south of the hut, two to the north of the hut, and two with weapons in their hands and quickly headed towards the main entrance from the dirt road on both sides of the wooden road.

There was a slight "click" sound, as faint as the sound of a wooden tenon entering a hole, and the black shadow walking in front of the road suddenly staggered, and the black shadow behind him was sprayed all over his face by the hot liquid. Only then did he realize that his companion was kneeling on the ground, and a wooden arrow pierced his companion's neck from the right and then from the left, and the arrow was so great that it almost cut off the dead man's neck.

The rest of the men in black were startled, and hurriedly raised the submachine gun in their hands on their knees, while lowering their voices, and hurriedly called into the headset, "Be careful of the trap, the hound is dead." ”

But after he finished speaking, before the two guys on the south could react, one of them fell into a half-man's pit. The pit was not deep, but it could not stop the sharpened wooden thorns inside, which stabbed the poor fellow in the lower half of his body. The terrible screams were earth-shattering, and the nearby frogs and birds stopped in surprise.

Someone angrily ordered, "Stop moving, everyone, Yapear." ”

The sound of the grenade fuse flicking was clear during the night, and several grenades were thrown through the half-open window almost simultaneously, and two seconds later, the fire accompanied by an explosion that lifted half of the hut. With another shout from the person who gave the order: "Steamroller." Behind the hut, the Koch HK21 machine gun with a slightly dull metal sound burst into flames and fired wildly at the hut, and the very sturdy hut could not stop the pouring of bullets, and in the whimper, the remaining half of the side also collapsed, merging into the burning fire.

"Second wave, Ya Pear."

Grenades rang out again one after another. The initiator should be so furious that he no longer thinks about catching the live mouth after approaching, and intends to use heavy weapons to remove the living force in the hut directly. He didn't expect that after he got around the trap, this perverted guy even made the door of his house look like a battlefield.

The sound of the explosion woke up the hired hands and the Chinese who lived nearby, unaware that there was a man living in the valley, and the explosion was loud enough for the land lords to rush in and take a look. Torches and snow-bright battery lights were lit up in the mountains, and people rushed in this direction with shouts.

……

There are three holes for the cunning rabbit, and there are even more places for the real jackals to rest.

Everything in the room is an illusion, and the coyotes sleep in different locations in the jungle every night, but not far from their huts. As soon as the shadows appeared from the northern hillside, the coyotes had already noticed it. Standing on a two-meter-thick sandalwood tree 200 meters in front of the hut, he quietly watched the black shadow approach the hut, encountered a trap, threw a grenade, saw sparks from the machine gun, collapsed the hut, and saw his house burning. The light of the fire reflected in his eyes, as if there was also fire in his eyes, shining in the darkness.

How did they get in? It is not difficult to disassemble the trap they have laid out if they know the structure, but how can they dismantle it in the dark night, even in the deep mountains where it is difficult to walk during the day? Then the only way to enter this place is to enter through the gap. But how do they know they live here? Who among these so-called "apprentices" would betray themselves? Ge Minga? Or the two siblings he brought? Or is it He Yibo? Or is it Liu Dayou with twinkling eyes?

The explosion of the second wave of grenades sounded, and the coyote stopped thinking. He smacked his lips, thinking to himself that this group of grandsons was really ruthless and decisive enough, and under the premise of seeing that his brother was injured and he didn't know what was going on in front of him, it was the best way to smash the house directly, anyway, under such explosions and bullets, it was impossible for any living creatures to come out of the hut.

I'm not going to play with you, bunch of fools.

When Mo Lei was leaving, he deliberately said to the coyote that he would never fight the other party head-on unless he had to. Especially under the premise that the number of people and equipment are not equal. That's the case tonight.

If you can't beat it, you can leave, and then take revenge by all kinds of unexpected means.

How can coyotes be the ones who can afford to lose?

The style of retribution is suitable for his codename. He needs to change places, he wants to find out who betrayed him, and then he will find this group of mercenaries who attacked in the middle of the night and kill them one by one. Otherwise, wouldn't you have failed your own skills? and Mo Lei, who entrusted the Chinese community to himself.

After straightening the bow and arrow and pistol hanging from his body, the coyote picked up the night vision goggles and binoculars that he had collected during his escape in the Tataco Desert last time and hung them on his chest, then took the chopping knife hanging from the trunk of the tree and fastened it on his back, and looked at the hut where he had lived for a few days again.

Looking down from his angle, the black shadows were as obvious as targets in the firelight, and he couldn't help but draw his gun and aim.

Then he saw the lights from the plantation in the southern sector, sporadic lights and shouts rushing towards the blast point. The able-bodied black shadows on this side also heard the sound, and one of the people close to the south cleaned up, and the other three all pounced in the direction of the sound.

The coyote's face changed.

He knew that at least half of the crowd that rushed over were Chinese, and some of them were also employees who were very good friends with the Chinese.

The sheep will soon rush into the hyena pen, how can there be any chance of survival?

I'm still going to get involved! The coyote sighed inwardly, slid to the ground with both hands around the tree pole, pulled out the pistol from his waist and connected the muffler, loaded it, quickly recalled in his mind the retreat route he had planned for a long time, and then ran straight towards the black shadow in the bushes, in the darkness he needed to get closer to the target and some bullets to be more effective.

Put on the night vision goggles, he knows that this is not an advantage, he has the other party, but he can create an opportunity for his sneak attack.

About 40 meters ahead, a green figure appeared in the night vision goggles, the coyote stood still, raised the gun, pulled the trigger, the muzzle of the gun spewed out a faint fire, and the green figure fell to the ground. The coyote quickly turned back to the left and rushed towards the way he came, as if he was afraid that the other party would not know about his existence, and put his finger in his mouth and whistled.

Bullets rained down, breaking branches and falling leaves, and several submachine guns fired wildly in the direction of the coyote. The coyote laughed and ran wildly through the mountains, and soon found his way to retreat, then activated the trap, laughing loudly as he ran, and when he rushed up the hill, he heard a scream from someone at the bottom of the slope, and knew that someone had fallen into his trap, and whistled again, and rushed into the night jungle.

The pursuers behind him were crazy, but even a squad with machine guns in the jungle was not good, some people cursed loudly, the screams of pain did not stop, and the terrible screams affected everyone's emotions. On the south side of the hut, the Chinese who rushed over to inspect were also frightened by this terrible cry, turned off their flashlights, extinguished their torches, and beckoned them to go back, and everyone obeyed this most correct decision.

The coyote ran breathlessly, following a pre-designed route that would turn right after crossing the hill and then follow the trail along the flowery riverbank to the town of Kalka. But now he can't, he can't lead his pursuers where he wants to go. He ran straight ahead, heading downstream at the bend in the river. He had never been to this road, and in the dark he stepped on the soft and humid mountain forests with one foot high and one foot low, cursing in his heart why he always liked to be lazy in jungle training when he was in the army.

Among the pursuers there are probably experts in jungle warfare, and they are getting closer and closer to the coyotes. The sound of broken branches in the starlit mountains and forests was constantly sounding, and some people were chasing and shooting forward. The coyote was itching with his teeth, but he couldn't stop, he didn't even have time to stop and do a few traps, only kept running and running, his lungs whirring like bellows, his throat smoking, and his legs raised heavier and ......heavier.

Gunshots rang out again behind him, and someone was talking, but couldn't make out what was being said. The coyote circled the black vines and tried to poke the ground with his left-handed chopper.

When it was time to hide, they set up an ambush and killed them one by one, killing them with horror.

Stride forward with your left foot forward, follow with your right foot forward, and you're in front of you.

He saw the sparkling lights of the mountains and wilderness—the greenhouse lamp.

Shocked, his right foot was empty when it landed, and he waved his left hand in the air, trying to grab something, but his five fingers were closed, and all he grabbed was air.......

Then, the body fell sideways, and the heart was empty, empty, empty, and ......, as if all the internal organs were rolling.

In the midst of the rolling, he saw the starry sky, saw his own feet, and his body hit the ...... on the tree poles, thorns, and mounds, and the tingling sensation made him sober, but he was dizzy and spinning.

The moment he temporarily went to consciousness, he still heard the gunshots, but the gunshots were also empty. He couldn't help but curse.

"Your uncle's."

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