47. I am cheating

On the raptor pickup truck on the mountain road, the knife in Victor's hand spun rapidly, no longer yelling and cursing. He was thinking and putting himself in Mo Lei's position to think about the problem.

What would you do if you were weak, lacking logistics and no supplies, and there were pursuers after there was no way out?

First of all, he would definitely not drive the car directly to the Chinese area, after all, according to the information, this surnamed Mo was very concerned about the safety of his compatriots, so he would definitely drive the car up the hill at the fork in front.

The hillside is not a dead end, of course, he can drive straight forward, and after less than a hundred kilometers, he can get on the highway again, but in this environment, he will definitely not go on the highway and be surrounded by both ends, so he can only throw the car away and stay in the mountain for a few days before making plans.

According to the data, this guy is very familiar with the jungle, and as soon as he enters the mountains, he is like a tiger entering the jungle, and there were once three policemen who followed and besieged him in the mountains and forests, but he beat him like a grandson.

Intelligence said that the other party is also proficient in automatic weapons and good at making traps, and it must be a bit far-fetched to say that he is a hunter, and it is very likely that he is a retired soldier of a special unit in China. Before Victor retired, he once participated in an exercise with the Chinese army, in which he beat the other side like a lost dog, and it was also because of that time that he learned Chinese hard.

"Take the side road." He instructed the driver to drive towards another fork in the road, but the driver was stunned, did not dare to ask his own questions, and drove up as instructed.

The sun passed through the forest, the roaring of cars startled the little beasts in the forest, and a pheasant with a beautiful tail flapped its wings and stuck its head in the weeds.

After about ten minutes of travel, Victor raised his right hand clenched into a fist, and the driver slammed the brakes down, and the guy in the back seat almost threw himself into the cab, and Victor rolled his eyes.

These two fools, let them die later.

The bird of prey came to a halt against the hillside, and the first thing Victor pulled the door took, and the first thing he did was to find a place to hide, and through the window, he could already see the deep tire prints, the grass on the edge of the steep slope was full of mud and crushed marks, and the branches on the outside of the cedar forest below were broken.

As he thought, Mo Lei abandoned the car here, and it was likely that he was hiding next to him and preparing to ambush him.

The driver also saw the traces of the tires in front of him, he quickly lowered his body, pulled the car door and hid by the tires, pulled out his large Astra M960 revolver with his backhand, clenched his teeth, and turned pale.

With a bang, the gun went off.

The team member sitting in the back seat pulled the car door and planned to bypass the back compartment from the right side of the car and hide under the hillside on the side of the road. He had just shown a little of his head when a bullet entered his left forehead and pierced the back of his right head, bringing out a few pieces of broken bones and blood.

Victor silently raised the HK416 in his hand, shot all the bullets in the direction of the bullet, skillfully shook off the magazine and replaced it with a new one, the driver also rushed over to the corpse of the team member to pick up the AKM rifle, and fired a few shots indiscriminately on the hillside, he didn't dare to waste bullets like Victor, after all, even if he called for reinforcements, he still needed to protect himself for a long time.

Hiding in the depths of the dense woods, Mo Lei curled up his body into a ball of cats behind a tree, and he looked at the impact point above the left side and was secretly surprised: 2 seconds 30 rounds of 5.56 mm bullets were fired in a standard X-shape, and the other party should just stretch the hand holding the gun out of the hiding place to shoot. As for the sound of AK that sounded later, it should be that the gunman himself was already out of order, a pure waste of bullets.

Slowly and silently walking backwards in the mountains and forests, at the dead end, Mo Lei turned around and jumped into the jungle.

The road fell silent, and on the morning sun-shone mountain road, a camouflage-colored Ford Raptor stopped on the side of the road, and a corpse with blood on its head lying next to the car, made the picture even more eerie.

Victor patted the car and motioned for the driver to wait in place, while he blended into the mountains and forests like a ghost, and the driver secretly pulled the car door and took out the satellite phone from the storage table under the cover of the car body.

Victor only changed his mind on the spur of the moment - the driver should be kept, or someone else would be able to drive.

Crossing the valley from the half-slope, Mo Lei entered the depths of the mountain forest, the valley is lush with vegetation, all kinds of vines criss-cross, although there is also a path, but the path is attached to the mountain, narrow and steep, some places no one walks all year round, has been closed by vines and weeds, on such a road, it is useless to have more people, even if it is at the peak of his physical strength back then, if he comes in with a small team, it is also very difficult.

He stood where he was, made a circle of branches and leaves, put it on his head, made a simple camouflage on his body, and installed a few traps on the retreat route, real or fake, and walked deep into the mountains. The pistol had been tucked into his waist, and now he only had the dagger in his hand, and in the mountains sometimes the dagger was more practical than a bullet.

Not far behind him, Victor, who disguised himself with branches and leaves, cautiously followed with a gun, his eyes narrowed into a slit under his thick eyebrows, and carefully wiped his surroundings, he knew that this guy who introduced himself into the mountains must have laid a lot of traps waiting for him in front, although he also has rich experience in jungle operations, but it was carried out under the premise of ground-air coordination, but he also understood that in this kind of mountain in Colombia, even if there is helicopter cooperation, it will not be of much use.

The geographical and climatic conditions of the tropical jungle are not suitable for helicopters, the fluctuating temperature and humidity aggravate the wear and tear of the helicopter's engine and parts, the air flow between the mountains is unpredictable, and the lush vegetation provides good shelter for the ground personnel to attack the helicopter.

There is a blade of grass in front of you with the blades in the wrong direction.

Victor's eyelids jumped, he was dismantling all kinds of real and false traps all the way, although he knew that some were fake, but he couldn't take it lightly, the real traps could seriously injure himself or be fatal.

This guy is a little annoying!

Victor held back his impatience, he crouched down, stretched out his hand with a tactical glove and slowly touched the grass, and then slowly took it out of it, and there was an extra finger-thick poison lacquer vine in his hand, he took a few steps back alertly, grabbed the vine in his hand and pulled it.

The vine pulled him out of the grass for several meters, it was a fake trap, but if the poison lacquer vine was next to his body, it was enough to let him lie down for a few days, and that kind of pain he had experienced before.

Victor was furious, but he was helpless, he reacted, he was indeed a little hasty just now, he shouldn't chase too fast, he is familiar with himself in the jungle, it is easy to set a few traps, but it is difficult to avoid these traps, he can also go around a big circle to the front to block, but when it comes to fighting in the jungle, he is still a little weak-hearted.

Then, since Mo Lei took his car and came in this direction, he must be returning to the Chinese community, and he should go to the urn of the Chinese community to catch turtles by himself, instead of introducing him to the mountains and being at a loss.

He simply turned around and left, and followed himself into the mountains, it was really a needle in a haystack, this guy was as slippery as a fox, so just wait for him where he was going.

Victor returned to the parking spot along the way he came, and the driver was carefully aiming at it with his gun, and was almost frightened by Victor walking down the hill to pull the trigger.

"Did you find someone?" Victor swooped down the hill and looked at the corpse on the ground.

"Found."

"Well, tell them to start searching the mountains, you call a few powerful helpers, and we will go directly to the community to wait for him at night."

The driver was not stupid, he instantly understood Victor's thoughts, he quickly put the gun in the car, and planned to get up and drive away.

"You're going to carry the body into the carriage first, you know? You idiot. "Victor couldn't take it anymore. Yells.

On the other side of the valley, Mo Lei was half-lying in a natural pit, holding a viper in his left hand, carefully holding the viper's neck, placing the snake's head on a funnel made of a paulownia leaf, which was his homemade poison container, and under the funnel was his dagger, which was to prevent the venom from flowing out and wasting it.

He used the index finger and thumb of his other hand to push and squeeze the venom glands on both sides from back to front, and the venom flowed out of the snake's mouth, and after squeezing until there was no more venom, he casually killed the dying venomous snake, and then carefully wiped the collected venom on the blade and tip of the knife, and quietly watched the venom dry up.

The adrenaline rush made him excited, and there was a trace of blood on his pale face, but he was a little ashamed of this excitement, countless years of mechanical training made his habits tinged with war and conspiracy theories, and he had a thirst for violence in his bones, but the kindness of his nature made him a little compassionate.

Reality needs to be faced. But the darkness and the light are both shocking.

Tina said that if he wants to be angry, he doesn't need to be angry, he just needs to sink his face.

Tina!