181. Execution of the rescue plan

Walking close to the coffee plantations has a bit of an advantage as the woods are not very dense and are particularly sparse due to people coming into the nearby woods to cut firewood. And the local farmers will not arrange people to stay there day and night like the Chinese. As for the impact of this felling on soil erosion, the farmers did not think about it, and Mo Lei was even more uninterested, he just felt that he could walk faster here.

He realized once again that fatigue is a cumulative factor, and that it is difficult for a person to eliminate such fatigue, no matter how strong he is, without 24 hours of deep sleep. And altitude increases the feeling of suffocation that comes with this fatigue. Still, he did his best to keep his pace and alert, and to remember the route he should take and the route to evacuate.

As a matter of fact, the requirements for intelligence in the army's operations are much higher than ordinary people think, and the first thing that affects the normal development of intelligence is fatigue.

I heard the worry in Gao Bing's tone, but Mo Lei knew that he could still bear it, once he rescued the coyote, he was afraid that he would have to take a break, and the string would break if it was too tight, and he understood this truth.

The coolness of rosemary in the temples and in the human body dissipated quickly, and Mo Lei did not look for these things again, but smeared them on his face and fingers with other leaves. He remembered the man Nixon was talking about: Taylor. Victor mentions this man several times in his deathbed confession in a more respectful tone than when he mentions Gordon "Tomahawk" ". If Taylor is also there, then something as sensitive as smell will make them react quickly.

As he approached the vicinity of the machine-gun position he was responsible for, Mo Lei glanced at his watch, three minutes earlier than expected. He thinks that he is faster than Gao Bing, and it is not difficult to run in the dark jungle without night vision goggles, and in such a visual environment, he can only see about 100 meters at most with night vision goggles, and it is better to rely on his sense of smell and hearing. In fact, human beings have the potential and intuition of beasts, but they need certain environmental triggers.

The midnight sky slowly revealed its original face, the starry sky was densely packed with stars, sprinkling starlight between the mountains and fields, draping the woods and mountains with a layer of pale silver gauze, and the fragrance of the earth and plants filled the air.

The Heavy and the Ammunition Operator lay bored in the machine gun position, the Ammunition Operator also served as an observer, and the monocular night vision binoculars in his hands were close to his eyes to observe the movement of the building. The two of them were instructed that once the prey was in the net, they must wait until the first wave of attacks had passed before they could start shooting, and the main purpose was not to kill the living target, but to prevent the target from raiding the first layer of security and then snatching the car away.

"How many days will it take for this to continue." The Heavy next to him sighed, his tone fluttering.

The munitionman was older and calmer, still observing the building as he spoke, "We've slept enough during the day, and we'll have to cheer up at night, you'll die in the woman's belly sooner or later." ”

"That's a bit too high, isn't it just one or two people? Do we need to be so careful to stay here? I suspect he'll be beaten into a sieve before he even goes in. The Heavy grunted disapprovingly, he should have been in a woman's room in Pereira County, with a soft mattress and a beautiful woman, instead of lying on the hard ground holding a cold weapon.

Isn't earning money just for enjoyment?

Seeing that the ammunition man did not answer himself, the Heavy said to himself, "God, it would be nice to smoke a cigarette." ”

"You haven't done this kind of task before?" The ammunition hand put down his binoculars and looked at his companion beside him, and there was some tough fire in his tone.

"I'm just thinking about it." The Heavy replied stupidly that it was not a supporting actor who was acting as his ammunition man, but the supervisor who Taylor had arranged for this level of attack.

The ammunition man brought the telescope to his eyes again and stopped talking. Only this time he was observing his companions in several other directions, and in the green lens, he could see that the green figures were undulating like air waves, and the gaps between the plants around his companions seemed to be black lines swimming slowly.

The Heavy twisted his neck, bent his outstretched legs, and tried to roll over and sit up, while scolding the guy next to him. I really don't know what the point of lying on my stomach like this, I'm not a sniper, the power of the machine gun is that it can quickly shoot a barrage of bullets, and the power of a sniper is a bullet and a human life, so I need to wait for a long time. Seeing that his movements did not cause the ammunition hand next to him to be verbose, he simply propped his hands on the ground and exerted force on his arms, trying to sit up and make himself comfortable.

By the time he felt something hard approaching him, it was too late, and the cold touch had only reached his throat for a fraction of a second, and the Heavy seemed to raise his hand to grab something, but all his strength vanished with the stinging pain in his throat, and the red in his vision was overwhelming, and then, as if a black curtain had been pulled up, all the scenery disappeared with consciousness.

The veteran ammunition hand quickly turned over, threw away the binoculars, and pulled out the gun the moment Mo Lei pulled out the dagger from the corpse, his movements and thoughts were almost the same, but as soon as he turned his body, Mo Lei's left hand grabbed the barrel of the ammunition hand and turned it counterclockwise, and the fingers of the ammunition hand in the trigger frame were instantly twisted, and the dagger that was still stained with the blood of the machine gunner started from the throat of the ammunition hand and ended in the chest. The munitionman's eyes were still wide in astonishment, he didn't understand how this guy had come to be here.

Mo Lei quickly pulled out the ammunition man's headphones and stuffed them into his ears, he had just heard the conversation between the two, and analyzed that the ammunition hand was the main person, and it should have been placed in the priority list to be eliminated. But the Heavy would pull the trigger at any time, which was also a huge hidden danger, unless one person was killed and then the second one was killed quickly, and if someone called or fired in the middle, it would cause problems for Nixon's rescue.

With a sigh of relief, Mo Lei quickly groped the two corpses with both hands, but except for finding two self-defense pistols, there was not even a piece of paper. He flipped the machine gunner's body aside, picked up the night vision goggles on the ground and looked in the direction of Gao Bing, and sure enough, Gao Bing lit the lighter as promised, and the flint flashed for a very short time, but it was enough to make a real sense on the surface.

"Number 2, what's wrong?" The other people's questions came from the headphones, and they also saw a flash of fire.

This is the reason why Mo Lei did not adjust the frequency of calls. He muttered a low curse imitating the voice of an ammunition hand.

"Don't smoke."

No more sound came from the headphones.

Putting the night vision goggles next to him, and then lying behind the handle of the machine gun, Mo Lei first carefully adjusted the call channel to 111, and then looked down the hill at the scope. The sights are coated with tritium, which at night when there is little light in the jungles of the equatorial region, and the tritium coating can give a faint light at night, allowing the shooter to see the sight clearly when aiming.

Only the office lights on the sixth floor of the Universal building are still on, but the plaza on the first floor is as bright as day, and there is no figure in sight, only a few cars lying quietly in place under the lights. Looking through night vision binoculars, you can see people walking in the shadows on both sides of the building, each with a wolf dog on their hands.

10.04 points.

Nixon was dozens of seconds faster than expected, Mo Lei saw the figure walk out of the gate, went down to the steps and turned to the right first, stayed in the shadow on the right side for a few seconds and then strode away, Mo Lei looked to the right again, and the green figure became lying horizontally in the night vision goggles, with the dog.

"Immortals!" Nixon's voice rang out over the intercom.

"Roger." Mo Lei replied.

This killer is still very bad taste? It's kind of interesting.

10.06 points.

The sound of gunfire pierced the quiet night sky, automatic rifles blazing in the darkness, and fire was concentrated on the left side of the building.

There was another entrance and exit in the basement, and Mo Lei remembered the lock in the basement of the building, which "Gail" had described in detail when he got the floor plan. Nixon, it seems, succeeded, but was barricaded in the basement.

"Crossfire, firefight! Two o'clock, five o'clock.! Nixon yelled over the communicator.

Without him calling, Mo Lei also saw the fire coming from the muzzle, he adjusted the handle of the machine gun to make himself more comfortable to shoot, a string of pure white flames appeared on the hillside, and every flash of the muzzle shot a series of tracer bullets, allowing Mo Lei to shoot directly at the target, without using the metal sights on the machine gun.

Almost at the same time, a white flame of nearly one meter also appeared from 500 meters to the left of Mo Lei, which was a high soldier shooting at the three gunners on the first floor, and the screams of madness and death sounded in the mountains and forests, and the high-speed bullets hit the three dens into the branches. Soon, Gao Bing turned the muzzle of his gun, and the target was the security guard at the gate of Universal Company, where three gunmen were approaching the building with their guns, and they were swept by Gao Bing's bullets, and they fell to the ground in a pool of blood.

"Suppress the gates." Nixon once again informed Gao Bing and Mo Lei in the headset, "The Bull Demon King hits the 6th floor." ”

Mo Lei quickly turned the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger in the direction of the gate, he used the machine gun as an automatic rifle, because the bullets were consumed too quickly. And Gao Bing's bullets poured in the lit room on the sixth floor, Mo Lei knew that Nixon wanted Gao Bing to drag several other bodyguards, and there must be people in the office on the sixth floor who needed to be protected.

The lights of the bulletproof car suddenly flashed, and Mo Lei was engrossed in aiming at the gate, as long as Nixon got into the car, then the next thing was to cover him and drive away calmly.

In the building, the gunfire became sparse, Nixon suddenly snorted, and Mo Lei asked urgently while shooting, "What's wrong?" ”

"2nd floor of the dormitory, there are snipers. It's Taylor. Nixon replied.

"Bull Demon King, you control the 2nd floor first, wait for me for 10 seconds."

The MG-3 is a two-way bomb delivery one-way feed mode, Mo Lei opened the top receiver cover and found the bullet box next to the corpse - fortunately, it used the German DM1 non-scatterable bullet chain. He put the guide belt at the front of the chain into the receiver on the left side of the machine gun, pulled it out through the shell port, aligned the first bullet, closed the receiver cover, and then pulled the handle.

Flames came out of the muzzle again, Mo Lei informed Gao Bing to change the chain, and then heard Nixon say in the earphones, "Bitter master." ”

Bitter master? Mo Lei didn't react for a moment, and suddenly remembered that this was Nixon's retreat signal. He continued to pull the trigger, and the 7.62mm bullet whizzed across the valley, shattering the glass of the Universal building.

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