173, night exploration of the bandit's nest

12:10 a.m.

In the dry grass, a snake snawled out of the haystack and stayed on the ground for half a second, the snake seemed to be looking for directions, then turned left and disappeared into the thorn canopy.

The figure appears like a ghost, fluttering over the dry ravine, the soles of the shoes breaking on the dry branches and blades of grass, and the subtle sound of the quiet night is infinitely amplified. The figure quickly stopped, and its body disappeared into the faint optical fiber with the pause. A mountain frog chirped loudly and jumped over the dead branches and into the woods, and after a few moments the figure reappeared, this time with a lighter walk, and like a ghost, he walked in and out of the shade of the trees, and went around the low bushes.

The shade of the trees covered the hillside with the wind, and the rotting foliage mixed with the scent of the earth, and a few whimpering swords of night owls rang out in the woods. The sweltering and humid mountain wilderness was filled with miasma, and the wheezing of dark shadows and the occasional step on fallen leaves were clearly audible. The dark shadow seemed to be familiar with this part of the road, constantly skirting the tall spruces and low acacia trees, crossing the swamp and crossing the vines, and his body whipped by the branches soaked in the rain and mist. Suddenly, the shadow sped up his pace, grabbed the roots of the huge banyan tree hanging down to the mantle, and climbed up with agility like an ape. In the midst of the gusts of fishy wind, the huge jaguar passed through a large field of vines, stood still under the big banyan tree, and the sound of rough breathing and teeth chewing sounded under the banyan tree for a moment, and then continued to walk towards the path of the black shadow.

The black shadow leaned its body against the tree pole and waited silently, as if connecting its body to the tree pole. It stands to reason that this area is not the territory of the jaguar, and it used to be at least 60 kilometers away from here, and it never patrols more than 4 kilometers at night, so how can it be here? Unless an animal lures it in.

No wonder the neighborhood is so quiet, and the American badgers and lemurs that used to haunt at night are gone.

The black shadow stayed in the tree for more than ten minutes, but still did not land, but carefully climbed along the branches of the banyan tree to another Lambertian pine tree, and after landing, it shuttled through the vegetation like a ghost again. Walking and stopping, he took something out of his pocket and attached it to the ground and pounded it for a while. The black shadow passed a huge rock, jumped over the ditch, and saw the black shadow of the mountain reflected in the blue sky in front of him, before stopping, climbed a 15 or 6 meter high acacia tree, and carefully looked and listened in the direction of the mountain shadow.

Untying his backpack, the black shadow quickly took off his soaked clothes and pants, took out dry clothes from the package and changed them, put on coarse cloth gloves, and then wrapped the wet clothes in a plastic bag and carried them in his hands. There is a cliff ahead, and the action will begin soon, and the soaked clothes will affect the movement in addition to the cold in the mountain wind.

Looking at the greenhouse lights in the wilderness, the eyes of the black shadows twinkled in the starlight. There, guarded by a procession of dozens of people, during the day, the local inhabitants could pass by paying money or by other means; And at night, probably as long as there is any wind and grass, two machine guns and countless AK47s are afraid that the location of the abnormal movement will be swept into scorched earth.

It seems that there is only one live mouth to inquire about the situation that night. And what if the planting base here is also related to Vaux? Although I don't know exactly what happened that night, if someone shoots in the vicinity, would the militants be indifferent?

Need to take a break, it's best to do it around 2 a.m. According to the stinky beggar, there would be a shift at 4 o'clock, and the two-hour interrogation should be able to ask questions and get things done, if the coyote was inside.

The shadow took out the rope from his backpack and planned to tie himself to the tree for half an hour to rest, but when he had just wrapped a circle around his body, the movement of his hands stopped.

He heard the faint sound of dead branches snapping from the direction of the Chinese community coming from his right rear. The voice was short, and then silence returned.

The shadow slowly loosened the rope from his hand, hung it on the tree, took something out of his bag and grabbed it in his hand, and listened intently again.

He heard the kind of gasping that a person forcibly suppressed after a hurried walk, a long, long, open mouth and breathe out slowly. It's just that the sound is erratic, and the walker should be constantly detouring, as if he is deliberately avoiding something.

The dark shadow slipped down the pole of the acacia tree, rolled over the thick rhizome, and buried itself between the two rhizomes.

The voice is near.

The footsteps were inaudible, and the sound of stepping on the ground covered with pine needles and dead leaves was only a slight sound like a small animal walking, and when I came to the acacia tree, the sound stopped, and it seemed to be looking around.

The black figure got up ghostly from between the rhizomes and lunged in the direction where the sound stopped, grabbing a sharp arrow made of poisoned arrow wood in his right hand, and covered the opponent's mouth with his left hand, while whispering and threatening the other person not to speak.

The black shadow on the opposite side suddenly squatted, the left hand that was stretched out fell into the air, and the poison arrow wood in the right hand was hit hard and cold by a hard and cold thing and fell to the ground, and then the second black shadow stepped forward sideways, and went around behind the first black shadow, the cold thing was on the waist of the black shadow who rushed over, the black shadow's body stiffened in place, and a voice sounded in his ears.

"You're not allowed to move."

The first dark shadow laughed in the darkness, "Do you dare to shoot?" It's full of militants. ”

The second voice was a little surprised, "Militants? Who the fuck are you? ”

"." The first black shadow cursed in a low voice, in Mandarin, he wanted to wait for the opponent's gun barrel to push forward and prepare to pull the trigger, and he could vigorously assault the barrel and grab the gun, but the other party seemed to be very careful, and the barrel easily pressed against his waist.

"Who are you?" Another dark shadow suddenly spoke in Mandarin as well, his voice full of excitement.

The black shadow was silent for half a second, and suddenly said leisurely, "Bull Demon King, are you looking for death?" I'm a mask. ”

"I'm ......". For a moment, the barrel of the gun in the hand of the second black shadow trembled, and Mo Lei in front was afraid that this kid would suddenly misfire with his pistol.

"Take your gun, what the are you doing?"

The barrel of the gun moved away from the first black shadow, Mo Lei, Mo Lei slowly turned around, and with the help of the faint starlight, he saw a face covered with oil paint. But those eyes are all too familiar, even in the dark of the night, you can see the leap and cunning in the eyes.

"Holy!"

Opposite Mo Lei, the Bull Demon King Gao Bing was grinning at first, not daring to speak loudly. But he saw Mo Lei's face clearly, and he was thinner than before, but his calm expression and warm eyes made the flying and domineering soldiers burst into tears in their eyes instantly, and he couldn't help but hug Mo Lei.

"Brother, you're alright."

Who's the going on?

"Let go, you kid ......, you're here like this." Mo Lei, who was excited for a moment, quickly calmed down, and he was indeed surprised that Gao Bing suddenly appeared here. It's just that now is not the time to catch up, he has to ask clearly, what is going on?

"I heard that someone is not good for you, so I came from the United States, the details will be said later. But aren't you all right? Who is it that someone fell from that cliff and died without knowing whether he was alive or dead? ”

Mo Lei understood, Gao Bing originally thought that he had fallen off the cliff before coming. Fuck, this kid didn't show anything about this side, and he dared to carry a gun and kill him? Didn't you know this was the wolf's lair? I really wanted to criticize him severely, but my heart was so blocked that I couldn't speak.

"It's a coyote, Zhao Lang." Mo Lei forcibly suppressed his excitement, stretched out his hand to pat Gao Bing, and both of them hid in the rhizome.

Gao Bing still couldn't hide his excitement, and stuffed the gun in his hand to Mo Lei, "You take it,, you didn't have a gun and came out, that wooden scare man, obeyed you." ”

"What about you?" Mo Lei unceremoniously took the pistol.

"I still have it. Is it a coyote? Are you familiar with this area? How are you going to get it? ”

"I don't have any plans, and I don't know if he's going to die, or what he's going to do." Mo Lei lay on the rhizome, looking at the blue sky between the branches and leaves of the acacia tree, and suddenly his heart was as warm as drinking a glass of warm water in the cold winter. The sense of restlessness and fear of the unknown is mostly gone.

What can be compared to the brotherhood that rushes to help between life and death? Nope.

"If you live to see people alive, you have to see corpses when you die, and you have to find them anyway." Gao Bing also leaned on the rhizome with his back to the sky, and with one hand groped for himself, pulled out a blade of grass on the ground and stuffed it in his mouth. He was inexplicably excited, but at the same time deeply depressed. originally thought that it was Mo Lei who fell off the cliff, but when he saw Mo Lei, he thought that everything had been resolved. But unexpectedly, it was the coyote who fell. Even Mo Lei doesn't know the coyote of life and death.

There's a lot to say, a lot of questions to ask. But now is not the time.

The juice of the blades of grass flowed up the tip of his tongue, and a sense of coolness and bitterness made Gao Bing quickly calm down.

Between brothers in life and death, even the silence is warm and tacit.

The two men lay between the narrow rhizomes, looked at the sky between the leaves and was silent for a few minutes, and sat up in unison.

"Into the mountain, let me tell you about the armament inside?" Mo Lei reached out and patted his brother's shoulder, and reached out to pick up the poison arrow wood arrow he had dropped.

"You know that's in the camp?"

Gao Bing followed behind Mo Lei, and Mo Lei followed the route he had just taken, slightly inclined to the east, because he still remembered that the behemoth in the mountain was still hovering nearby. They need to find a secluded downwind spot and discuss their plans for a while.

"I don't know. But if they stay in the river, the coyote will not have a chance to live. 1,200 meters ahead, about 900 meters from the cliff, there is a waterfall with a big drop, don't listen! You can't hear it now, there's a corner around the corner. Mo Lei pointed to the west and walked through the road in front of him.

"Well, coyotes won't die. This kid has a big life. Gao Bing's voice was full of trust, "Mask, are you familiar with this?" How many times have you been scouting? ”

"Wool, I'm being chased, fuck." Mo Lei was a little angry, reached out and grabbed a branch and leaf that had just bounced on his face, motioned for Gao Bing to hurry through, then let go of the branch and leaf, and walked in front of Gao Bing again.

"Why don't you contact the brothers?" The soldier almost stuck his foot in the dirt, the place was full of thick fallen leaves, and the smell of rot filled the air, probably a place where even poisonous snakes did not want to set foot in it.

"That's it."

Mo Lei stood still, changed the pistol to his left hand, grabbed the poison arrow wood in his right hand, squatted on the ground, poked around, and the Gao Bing, who didn't know what he was doing, also squatted down.

"Why didn't you contact us?" Gao Bing asked again.

"Come on, this is a trivial matter, you guys live well, why are you causing trouble?" Mo Lei took out a pen-shaped flashlight from his pocket, formed a circle around the bulb with his palm, opened the button, and shook it in front of Gao Bing. Gao Bing closed his eyes and smiled.

"Relying on the weapons in the hands of the two of us, only the Poison Point is possible." Mo Lei spoke slowly.

"Listen to you, you can arrange it." Gao Bing heard it, this kid in the mask was afraid that he would have a psychological burden. But where does the psychological burden come from? I don't know if my brother is alive or dead, so I will talk about what I have done first.

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