117. Rusty Warcraft

When it was about to get dark in an hour, Warcraft Zhou Rui decided to stop here today, and began to talk about fishing line recycling. Although I didn't get a single fish bite all afternoon, I still had a great day, after all, I haven't enjoyed a secluded day like this for a long, long time.

This is a deliberate arrangement between the coyote and Mo Kamen, and the two of them don't want to know where the monster has gone, but they just say the time and place of the next meeting. The monster couldn't survive the two young men's arguments, so he had to agree to them, and chose a safe house for himself, which was Puerto Berio, two hundred kilometers from Medellín, and a river that ran through the territory flowed in front of this hut.

The gunshot wounds on his body seemed to have lost their effect in such a beautiful environment, enjoying the fresh air and alone time for a day and a night, and he had painted his bedroom before going out to play this afternoon, which he remembered was two years ago. So, this time, he plans to paint another bedroom with new paint before leaving. When I have time in the future, I will bring the two guys of Kamen and Coyote to come and have a look, and of course, there is also my own woman Athena, for example, when I brush the living room, I need to listen to the hostess's opinion.

yes, a great day.

There was no gunfire, no smell of gunsmoke.

He also talked to Zhukov on the phone and learned about Athena's current situation.

The only thing missing is the two little brothers, I don't know what happened, whether they have reached their destination, whether they have seen anyone.

The monster packed up his fishing tools, looked up at the gray sky, and couldn't help but ask himself - what kind of life do you want? The days of running in the rain of bullets and swinging fists in hand-to-hand combat are like being engraved in your bones, heart, and blood, can't you choose a bland way to retire?

When he was younger, before the Vietnam War, he had at least dozens of brushes with death in those years, and those death-based experiences brought him nothing but excitement and excitement, and he reveled in the feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe, so that like many people of his age and profession, he began to become addicted to a drug called dangerous.

He never imagined that he would slowly say goodbye to his prime like everyone else and become an old man. I have never fantasized about being able to live to old age and decay like ordinary people, and then die slowly.

He who wields a gun, dies on a gun; Warriors deserve to die on the battlefield. This is the ideal home for every warrior.

Every scar on his body told himself that there was always a way for this crazy journey of life to end.

He picked up his fishing tackle and fly fishing rod and shook off the messy thoughts in his mind like a cold wind blowing in the mountains and forests.

From here back to his house, Zhou Rui walked through a forest, and this ten-minute walk was a pleasure for the Warcraft, he stepped on the stones protruding from the river beach, walked on the overgrown path, and began to walk east.

The house with its pale yellow exterior has turned pale white and yellow under the erosion of wind and rain, and is hidden by lush trees, this house was purchased by chance six years ago as a place to rest after retirement, no one knows the true identity of the owner, and it is also one of his spare safe houses.

The three holes of the cunning rabbit, not to mention the old fox like the Warcraft.

The beast walked under the branches of a small poplar, careful not to let the boom get caught in the branches. He thought about his 18-22 years old and smiled.

It really seems like a long, long time ago, and it seems like something that happened in a previous life.

The fence surrounding this farmhouse of more than ten acres is made of half-round logs, and these rough fences have been put into the efforts of the Warcraft. He lifted his legs over the fence and stepped onto his own turf, beginning to traverse a small patch of torch pines, a wooded hillside that led to a small valley below, a meandering river that slowly descended from the calm fishing.

He looked down at his watch, and it was already a quarter past six in the evening. The cell phone signal here is not good, so after he went out fishing and sorted out the security of his territory by the way, he left his phone indoors.

It was a burden to hold, and he didn't know why anyone would invent it to turn it into a civilian product, and he thought back to the old days, nostalgic for the time when there were no mobile phones, and he didn't worry about where he could go.

Now, he is alone in the jungles of South America, which reminds him of his days in the bushes of the southwestern part of his homeland. It was a long time ago, but if you experienced it yourself, you wouldn't feel like it was that long, and those people and things would be remembered at any time. Warcraft is his own experience, although the plants in the jungle are completely different, but the feeling is the same, he has always liked to stay in the mountains, and I remember that Kamen and the coyote also said the same hobby. The mountain will not deceive people and will be your best and most reliable friend.

It's just that there are still those people back then, those young and energetic faces, they are no longer there.

The monster walked its legs into the stream, a small stream that surrounded its manor, and the stream with the mountain spring as its source was cold. Although the wound on his leg was not deep, it would take a while to heal, but the water was so clear that it made people want to jump and possess it and hold it in their hands.

The knee-high stream swirled and stroked on the bare calves of the monster, and the aquatic plants shook gently under the movement of the monster, and the monster suddenly found that there was a layer of pink on the water, and he took a look at it, half a meter in front of him should be a layer of pink oil film, due to the reason of the stream and the aquatic plants, the oil film was left here, and individual oil beads were separated from the main body and floated down.

Warcraft doesn't have a lot of memories like many Vietnam War veterans, he has done too many things in the past few decades since he came down from the battlefield, and compared to later, the period of the Vietnam War is not a too memorable painful experience.

But at this moment, looking at this thing attached to the aquatic weed, he remembered the days in 1979, where he and his comrades crossed a stream under a primeval forest, which was not much deeper than the stream in front of him.

After taking a closer look, he found that it was the oil of a two-stroke engine, so he and his comrades found the mountain range where the Hu Xming trail was located, and eliminated an enemy army.

The pink film of oil in the creek at his eye instantly reminded him of that experience, and he stretched out his fingers to pick up a thin film of oil, and then put it in front of his nose and sniffed it.

The smell of gun oil immediately filled his nostrils.

You can't be wrong, Warcraft is an expert in firearms, and he even thinks he can tell which brand of gun polish it is - Blake. FREEY's GLP maintenance oil, my favorite brand.

The monster immediately turned its head to look upward.

I guess it's a hunter.

This is his own safe house, and when he came in, he had already used all kinds of anti-tracking methods.

Although he could not see these people, he believed that they must have walked north from here, across the naturally formed stone bridge above, and it was no more than half an hour from now.

After all, white-tailed deer and pheasants are often seen in this jungle, and there are many deer at this time of the evening. Of course, it's not the best season for deer hunting, and the fence of your estate is clearly demarcated, so whoever trespasses should be punished.

He remembered the small means he had arranged around him, and he was also a little worried, if it was really Orion, someone would definitely be injured.

The beast continued to wade across the stream, then through a wooded area before reaching the open area around the farmhouse, knowing that he was not alone in the jungle at this time, so the walk in the woods felt more like in the Vietnam War.

The monster thought that if he wanted to go to his farmhouse, he must first leave the woods in front of the open meadow, and if there were hunters there, especially the kind of hunters who went into the mountains to hunt animals without permission during the hunting season, then it was conceivable that it was not impossible for him to get two bullets in a row in the past few days.

And this time the bullet was not a 9 mm caliber bullet, but a shotgun or a shotgun.

The beast put the fishing rod in his left hand, and his right hand crawled out of his Walter P99 from his lower waist, muzzle down in his hand. He had shot the sky to announce that there were still people here, but after thinking about it, he held back. He couldn't figure out why he stopped, but he just didn't want to tell anyone about his existence.

He certainly wouldn't worry that the hunter would aim the gun at his chest, but he didn't know who those people really were and what their intentions were. I don't know how many of them there are? What kind of weapons did you bring?

Then follow them and find them.

He abandoned his previous route, crouched down and took out a pair of mountain shoes from the small package behind him, replaced the sandals he was wearing, put the tackle down in place, covered it with pine needles and leaves, and looked around to find out what they had seen through the woods. Then follow along.

But the light in the shade of the trees was so dim and dappled that it took the beast a long time to search, and at last, he found the whereabouts of the two men, and the tracks that were not very obvious had been carefully covered.

After following for more than ten meters, the monster saw the way they were walking, so it felt strange - whether it was hunting pheasants or hunting deer, there was no need to wipe off the footprints on the ground. And their prey should be in the undulating mountains outside the open meadows, why would they choose to start hiding their tracks close to their farmhouse, about 100 meters from the edge of the woods?

After following the traces for more than ten meters, the light became weaker and weaker, and with the evergreen wood canopy above his head, he completely lost the traces of those people.

The beast knelt on the ground for a moment of careful inspection, and then slowly moved towards the edge of the woods, carefully lowering his body, and always hiding his body under the trunk of the tree along the route during his actions.

117. Hunt snipers

The beast walked cautiously through the woods, and when he finally reached the edge of the lawn, he looked across the low, chaotic lawn, and he expected to see the hunters, who would be dressed in bright orange clothes. However, there was nothing, and there was no one in sight.

Where is the farmhouse a hundred meters to the north? He scanned the frames again, but found nothing, and no one was there.

However, he found that there were a few white-tailed deer grazing in the open space between him and the farmhouse, but they were all doe and young deer, and no one was interested.

The beast's brain began to quickly sort through the information it currently had. Blake. Fury's gun oil should have fallen into the water about 25 meters upstream of the location where he found it, and then it was found at the location where he waded into the water; If there were hunters walking through the pastures, it would be impossible for the white-tailed deer to be there, and the animal is frighteningly vigilant.

After calculating the time required for these two processes, he immediately realized that the hunters were here, in the same forest as himself.

So, where the fuck are they hiding?

Warcraft is not a hunter, but he certainly isn't a prey either.

He naturally remembered something else, of the way he had scouted on the battlefield, of Vaux, and of the mysterious man beyond the jungle that night.

Then, he quickly switched roles and became a hunter in the jungle. He ghostly walked silently through the woods, the weeds silently beneath his feet, and the woods became the best barriers. Then he saw the men, and determined on the spot that they were not hunters—they were dressed in auspicious suits, camouflaged from head to toe with gray-green cloth, to resemble tree trunks and grass.

In the dim light, the two men looked like two piles of leaves, lying in ambush in front of the beast, lying behind a rifle partially decorated with protective colors and a telescope.

Their camera was aimed at exactly the place where Warcraft's manor was located, and it should be facing the direction of the front.

What the fuck is going on? Are you going to put yourself to death? A team of snipers with snipers and observers came to get themselves, and it seems that they are dangerous enough.

The monster clearly saw that the sniper's whole body was soaking wet. Even though he is old now, his skills are not as flexible as when he was in his prime, but his brain has never stopped using, and he will even think more thoughtfully and viciously. He immediately remembered what had happened - the two men crossed the creek 25 meters north of the bush through the bushes, and then the sniper must have fallen off the flat rock, and he himself and the 7.62 mm sniper rifle were immersed in the water, and although the gun oil could prevent the weapons from rusting, it also directly exposed the existence of the sniper team to himself.

Warcraft didn't think about why he was targeted, but wondered, what kind of organization could send a sniper team to snipe itself?? So what kind of situation will Mo Lei encounter with the coyote?

Countless thoughts crossed the mind of the monster in an instant.

Is it possible to go back to your place of residence the same way, but it will take at least half an hour, but when you get home, you can find a way to notify the police?

This idea is not very reliable, not to mention that the mobile phone signal is intermittent, the key is that the other party's monoculars will definitely be a night vision system, once you are circled by the cross, you are very likely to die. And even if the police are called, they will attract the attention of many people, and there will definitely be police officers who will ask, why are there two people with military training carrying high-performance equipment in their farmhouses??

And it is not known if there are soldiers with the same equipment in ambush elsewhere, and if such a team is usually dispatched, then it will definitely not die.

Then there would be only self-reliance, he thought.

This is the only way. He had a mental plan, retreating into the woods, then heading south, behind the sniper's lurking knoll, and then attacking the two guys from behind, not with guns, but with knives and tools in his hands, such as fish hooks.

He stayed where he was for half a minute, and was about to leave to take action, when he suddenly noticed a tree moving on the opposite side, near the farmhouse. Immediately after, a group of guys dressed in black emerged from under the branches. Warcraft counted, a total of four people, a typical CQB combat team, alternately marching very professionally, they held M4 assault rifles tightly in their hands, covering each other and rushing towards the gate.

The beast closed its eyes, lowered its head, and pressed its forehead against the cold trunk.

After thinking calmly for a few seconds, he looked up and watched as the four guys smashed through the door of his house before rushing into the house in a strategic formation.

The captain quickly declared the room safe, and then the men went outside.

"Fuck your uncle." The monster cursed angrily in his heart. Turning over and sitting up, he returned to his hiding place in the woods, tucked his pistol into his waist, and took out his Ike Red Sonigan Fighting Dagger from the small package behind his back and held it in his mouth, he wanted to go back and get his fishing tackle and make a simple trap, but it seemed too late.

In any case, how can you leave unwhole?

The beast swayed through the jungle like a viper, smearing mud all over his bare skin in a small puddle, and in the dim light, he took advantage of the terrain to run, jump, and hide, quickly hiding towards the rear of the sniper team.

You have to speed up your movements, and after the tactical detachment withdraws, the snipers will also evacuate quickly, and you must get ahead of them.

Two minutes later, the beast turned to the south, 100 meters in front of him, where the sniper team was lurking.

I have to say that I haven't been so impulsive in a long time.

Impulsively, he could have left silently, but he had to leave them a souvenir, and he was dragging a broken leg.

The gauze wound on the calf was dullly painful, but it did not affect his performance.

With a gun in his left hand and a knife in his right, his eyes shining on his mud-covered face, the beast crouched in place to calm his heavy breathing and dived forward again.

The sniper team's observers were scanning the area with a monocular, and they were both surprised to see if the target was hiding in the safe house, but the tactical team's raid told them that the target was not inside, but the objects inside showed signs of human life. Well, the goal must be to be outside the house.

Where could it be?

In the monoculars with night vision systems, there was no sign of any creature in the woods except for the tactical team that was searching, and it seemed that even the birds were silent as if they were aware of the danger.

The observer's colleague was still lying motionless behind the sniper rifle, unable to hear the sound of breathing, quietly waiting for his companion to sound the alarm and report the direction, he and his brothers were professionals, and patience and calmness were the prerequisites for him to excel in training.

The observer slowly twisted his neck and shifted the telescope in one direction. He was keenly aware that he had just begun to feel a foreign object behind him, and when he felt a foreign object behind him, a hard foreign object was pierced into the back of his neck, and at first he could only feel the cold touch, and then, his vision was blood-red, and then it turned black—a black curtain.

The sniper's thinking and movements were almost in agreement, and the muscle memory developed from countless years of actual combat training made him quickly roll left and draw his pistol, but when he flipped his body, the hand that drew the gun froze at his waist, the black barrel of the gun went straight to the middle of his forehead, and a face covered in mud was only a foot away from his face.

"Shh......h On that sludge-covered face, a finger was stuck at the corner of his mouth. Then the hand fumbled behind the sniper's ear, ripped off his pulsed walkie-talkie, detached the headset with one hand, and threw the bits and pieces on the ground, then groped around the observer's corpse.

"I'll just ask you once, where are you from?" The man's voice was clear, his English pure, but his tone was not good, very bad, very cold, especially his eyes, indifferent and unforgiving.

The sniper uttered a noun that he thought would definitely make the guy in front of him stunned, or hesitate, before he could shake his body and knock out the opponent's pistol.

But he was very wrong.

After listening to him, the guy had a fighting dagger in his hand as if by magic, and without hesitation, slit his throat. The sniper's eyes widened in surprise, he tried to struggle, he wanted to scream, but the blade of the knife did not linger, and it stabbed him in the head again from behind his ear.

The monster that straddled him put away his weapon, rolled over and fell to the ground, picked up the monocular of the observer, and then lay behind the sniper rifle, looking for the figure of the tactical team in the binocular.

appeared, a green figure swaying in the telescope, like steaming air.

He took a deep breath.

The cross in the scope was aimed at one of the team members' heads, and the beast pulled the trigger.

Ten minutes later, he left the safe house alone, in addition to a few simple pieces of luggage, he also carried a few wooden tags in his package, which was the spiritual seat that Mo Lei gave him for safekeeping.

On the mountain road, a camouflage-colored Ford van glided silently, less than 200 meters away from the monster in a straight line, in addition to four heavily armed men, there was also a white man in a suit, with short hair and a pair of eyes narrowed into thin slits, his hands folded, ten fingers gently tapping each other.

At a turning intersection, the man in the suit stopped tapping with his hands and slapped his palms lightly.

"Do it."

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