The safe has two levels, with a tray with a card slot on the top and two black silk bags on the bottom.

On the hardwood tray with a black background, there are more than a dozen diamond rings neatly arranged, and the lightest one is more than 2 carats.

There are two small black cloth bags on the bottom, and there are twenty or thirty clear color diamonds on the left.

There are only three in the bag on the right, but these three have not had time to be cut, and the "pink diamonds" the size of peanuts and exude a charming pink halo are completely worth the value of the entire store.

"The income is good, the chips are about the same, and it's time to retreat."

Xing Feng retracted his flickering gaze, fluctuated his mood, and swept the safe with swift movements, all of which were packed into the tactical backpack.

It was already past six o'clock in the afternoon, and it was getting dark in the evening, and the whole of Zumar was plunged into darkness.

Instead of continuing to loot the small goldsmith shop, Xingfeng, who had reorganized his equipment, went out through the back door of the jewelry store, and disappeared into the main street in a few breaths.

Leaving the battle zone, Xingfeng soon came to the northeast of Zumar, an area already controlled by the Red Turbans.

The environment in this area is similar to that of the neighborhood where the hotel is located, with corpses, broken vehicles, and burning furniture all over the floor. The air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

However, since it has been occupied, there are no large groups of Red Turban troops roaming, so it is relatively much safer than the front line.

It was inevitable to leave Zumar at night, but before leaving, Xingfeng needed to get some "high-end toys".

Intercepting Da Xiong and the others halfway to protect Dr. Chen by eliminating the source is Xingfeng's next priority and the most feasible plan.

Blindly running away with Dr. Chen is just a strategy, and offense is the best defense!

However, this task is very difficult, and without detailed combat deployment and sufficient weapons and equipment, it is not so much a sneak attack as a real death.

Big Bear, Athena, and Ghost, the three professional PMCs, not to mention first, are the accompanying Red Turban Army, but I am afraid that there are dozens of them.

Relying on the torture wind alone, plus two rifles, as well as grenades and mines brought by several embassies, plus the African savannah has a good vision, it is impossible to play lurking guerrillas.

Even if it is a sneak attack, killing twenty or thirty people in one wave, the remaining dozens of people will make the torture wind have nothing to hide.

This battle, from the huge difference in numbers and the severe limitations of the terrain, is not something that can be compensated by relying on individual strength at all.

Therefore, Xing Feng needed to get a "big toy" to take away, an artifact that he himself almost caught the Tao.

By carefully observing the direction of the Red Turban Army in the rear, the distribution of personnel, etc., Xingfeng quickly found and lurked on a route for the Red Turban Army to transport supplies.

It's a corner of a street where passing vehicles can't pass at full speed; You can see two roads at the same time, and you have a wide field of vision; There are dense houses on both sides, and there is no doubt about the concealment.

There are three elements of a sneak attack: suitable for attacking, convenient for retreat, and strong in concealment.

The location is just right and it's impeccable!

As for the route of safe retreat, the most comprehensive plan was drawn up when the battlefield reconnaissance was carried out just now.

What Xingfeng needs to do now is to be patient enough and wait quietly for the big fish to swim over.

Ten minutes passed, and several scattered Red Turban soldiers passed by, shouting excitedly and with contempt for the government troops.

But I didn't find the "hunter" who was hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity.

The complete set of urban waste camouflage, coupled with the natural cover of the terrain and the sky, makes the torture style on the second floor like a ghost blending into the darkness.

Twenty minutes passed, and a pickup truck carrying supplies passed, as well as a dozen Red Turban soldiers.

is not the "big fish" that Xingfeng needs, in order to avoid startling the snake, he still did not make a move.

More than an hour later!

"Hum~~"

The roar of the engine came from afar, and as the distance approached, the sound gradually became more intense.

"Are you coming?"

Xingfeng said to himself, adjusted the sniper scope, and looked to the right.

A Great Wall pickup truck, at a speed of sixty or seventy yards, was speeding through the city streets, and in the rear carriage, there was a red turban soldier waving his right hand and yelling excitedly.

And the big guy he was holding in his left hand was the "big toy" that Xingfeng had been waiting for for a long time - the domestic Type 58 twin anti-aircraft machine gun.

Swish!

Mobilize the sniper scope to look at the street on the left, and no targets enter.

Swish!

The muzzle of the gun returned to the right and looked behind the pickup truck.

No accompanying vehicle, safe!

If it is a squad operation, this is the duty of the deputy sniper, that is, the observer.

If you act alone, you can only rely on yourself!

"Baby, come closer, get closer."

After completing the observation work, he used the red dot in the sniper scope to lock on the driver's heart, and the corners of his mouth curved up in a strange amplitude.

It seems to be smiling but not smiling, with a hint of playfulness, like an experienced old hunter, about to return with a full load.

300 meters!

100 meters!

50 meters!

"Squeak—"

Ahead of the curve, the Great Wall pickup truck hit the brakes, the rear wheels locked, the front of the car tilted to the right, and there was a loud and piercing noise on the ground.

The driver of this pickup truck is having a good time, and he is an experienced veteran driver, confidently throwing out the "legendary" drift and wanting to float through the corner.

"Drift? Hey, hey, I'll let you float. ”

Xing Feng smiled slightly, held his breath and concentrated, the red dot locked on his forehead, and a large amount of data appeared wildly, calculating it in his mind at great speed.

In less than 0.5 seconds, the muzzle of the gun swings downward, the red dot is predetermined to lock, and the neck is on the left side.

Fire!

"Bang"

The sound of gunfire was drowned out by the screeching sound of wheels, and sniper bullets with a speed of up to 800 meters per second instantly crossed the space.

"Coffee!"

"呲~"

The bullet pierced the front windshield, leaving a hole the size of a peanut and hit the driver in the forehead.

"Squeak~"

The pickup truck, which lost control, drifted halfway around the corner, lost its follow-up speed, and crashed sideways into a wooden grocery store on the side of the road.

Planks, canopies, roofs, etc., crackled and fell, burying the entire pickup truck in an instant.

Xingfeng did not move, and still aimed at the gun.

With a one-foot brake and a drifting handbrake, the speed of the car is actually less than 40 yards, plus the friction and deceleration on the ground, and the cushioning of the wooden house.

The Red Turban Army behind the carriage, although buried in the fragments of the wooden house, has a very low chance of death or coma, and if he goes out rashly at this time, he is likely to be discovered.

Kill him, the torture wind is not much pressure, the problem is that the noise of the AK rifle is much louder than the single shot of the Sabr rifle in his hand.

Moreover, with the "African-style" marksmanship of this group of blacks who do not finish a whole magazine and never let go.

Once he suddenly strafed, it will definitely bring a lot of trouble to the retreat of the waiters.

Wait a minute to confirm, in exchange for the disappearance of trouble, Xing Feng thinks it is very cost-effective.