In Carlos's residence, Luo Hao opened the travel bag containing bullets on the table and took out the bullets wrapped in brown paper and the spare magazine inside.

"Whoa!"

Luo Hao tore open the brown paper wrapped around the bullets, and dumped all the bullets on the table with a small area, and hundreds of bullets, under the dim incandescent light on the roof, reflected a dazzling luster.

Looking at the mountains of bullets piled up on the table, several people in the room did not rush to reload the magazines, but put the bullets in the palms of their hands one by one to weigh them, in order to eliminate the bullets with too much and too little charge in these bullets.

Nowadays, bullets are produced by the assembly line of arsenals, and it is inevitable that there will be defects such as too much or too little bullet charge. Too much bullet charge will cause the cartridge case to overheat and expand and cause jamming, and a dud may appear if the charge is too small. On the battlefield, whether it is due to the overheating and expansion of the shell, or due to the jamming of the dud, it is fatal for the soldier!

An experienced special combat team member will first screen the bullets before loading them into their magazines. However, in the absence of precision electronic scales at the moment, several people in tactical group B can only use this relatively primitive method to identify the advantages and disadvantages of bullets.

On the other side, Li Yifeng, who was selecting ammunition for the sniper rifle, compared with several other people, he had one more job of trimming the bullet with a saber in his bullet identification work.

When the bullet leaves the factory, there will inevitably be burrs or marks on some bullet warheads. This kind of bullet with subtle flaws has little impact on automatic rifles and light machine guns, but for sniper rifles that pursue accuracy, a glitch or mark that is so small that it is not noticeable at all will affect the flight trajectory of the bullet, causing the sniper to miss the target.

Li Yifeng did a very careful job of trimming the bullets, and each bullet had to be sure that it was completely okay before it was put into the usable range by him.

As the bullets in the travel bag were taken out, Luo Hao also found four Burmese imitation Type 86 all-plastic grenades at the bottom of the bag. This fragmentation bushing is made of 1,600 steel balls with a diameter of about 3 mm and plastic injection molded grenades, which, if used properly, can produce not only no weaker lethality than the Americans' "Little Apple", but can even create the effect of a rain of steel balls from the "Broadsword" anti-infantry mines!

Luo Hao happily hung the four grenades on his belt, although the number of grenades was a little less, but it was better than nothing.

By the time Tactical Group B and Fang Hongyu had screened all the bullets and reloaded all the spare magazines, it was already four o'clock in the morning.

"Click!"

Luo Hao slapped a magazine into the FNC automatic rifle in his hand, looked up at the already slightly lit sky outside the window, and told the team members to hurry up and rest. From the beginning of the attack on the stilted building, the six men in the tactical group B have not closed their eyes and rested well, so before the big game, they need to have plenty of rest and recover.

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There is an eleven-hour time difference between Brazil and China in the southern hemisphere, and while the tactical Group B team is doing the final rest before the big game, the capital is thousands of miles away, but it is a different scene.

Beijing, in a high-end villa.

It was a rare sunny day, the afternoon sun was shining on the dresser, and Yunxi, who was on vacation, sat in front of the dresser, blinking at himself in the mirror with narrow and beautiful eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. Her already proud figure is even more glamorous under the outline of a goose yellow turtleneck cashmere sweater and aqua blue jeans.

On the dresser, there is a piece of letter paper and a pen, and on the letter paper that exudes a faint fragrance, a line of juanxiu handwriting is transcribed with a black pen: I miss you very much, you must take care.

Five months, to be precise, Yunxi has been five months and fifteen days, and he hasn't seen Luo Hao. The training camp of "Hellfire" is completely closed, and no one in the entire Longyin army except Zhao Guobang has the authority to contact the "Hellfire" training camps distributed around the world, so Yunxi can only contact Luo Hao by writing a letter, which has been eliminated, and it is one-sided, because Luo Hao has no way to reply to her at all.

In five months, she wrote a total of five letters to Luo Hao, and the content of each letter was the same, because in addition to this sentence, Yun Xi really didn't know what else to say to express her thoughts, although she also had a lot to say to Luo Hao, such as Xiao Ke's pursuit of herself, which annoyed her.

Yun Xi withdrew his gaze from the mirror of the dresser, shook his head and put aside the disturbing things in his mind, carefully folded the letter paper on the dresser that had dried with ink, and put it in the envelope. Two days later, the Dragon's Lair will be airdropping supplies to the Jungle Training Camp again, just say hello to the logistics office and stuff the envelope into the supply box.

Yun Xi's charm in the dragon's den is almost invincible, coupled with the help of Group A in secret, and Zhao Guobang's attitude of turning a blind eye, Yun Xi's move to send a letter to Luo Hao was basically acquiesced in by the entire base.

Just as Yunxi put the letter paper in the envelope and sealed it with glue, her mobile phone on the dresser rang. The members of the Longyin Force, whether it is the tactical group, the special service team, or the internal guard, are not allowed to use private communication tools, so Yunxi's mobile phone will only be turned on when she is on vacation.

Looking at the caller ID on the mobile phone, a trace of impatience flashed in Yun Xi's eyes, it was Xiao Ke again! Since Luo Hao started to carry out "Hellfire", Xiao Ke has launched a crazy pursuit of her, which makes Yun Xi feel very annoyed.

Yunxi picked up the phone and didn't choose to answer, but hung up and threw it aside. But as soon as he put the phone down, Xiao Ke's phone number appeared on the phone screen again, and Yun Xi hung up the phone again. The phone rings, hangs up, rings, hangs up......

When the action of hanging up the phone was repeated more than a dozen times, Yun Xi, who was so annoyed, directly turned off his mobile phone and threw it into the drawer of the dresser.

Yun Xi rubbed his temples, his eyebrows frowned, and the family not only did not object to Xiao Ke's pursuit of him, but on the contrary, they also supported him. If nothing else, just because Xiao Ke has Deputy Chief Luo Lin in charge of special operations behind him.

Although Luo Hao followed Luo Lin's surname and also called him grandfather, everyone in the circle knew that compared to Luo Hao, Luo Lin was actually closer to Xiao Ke! Because Xiao Ke's father sacrificed to save Luo Lin, Luo Lin always thought that he owed Xiao Ke and owed the Xiao family a debt that was difficult to repay!

As for the matter of himself and Luo Hao, Yun Xi never mentioned it to his family, Luo Hao was expelled from the Longyin army back then, and people outside may not know the truth, but the Yun family clearly knows the cause and effect of the matter, so Yun Xi has never dared to confess her and Luo Hao to her family, because Luo Hao's identity and background are unclean in the eyes of the Yun family.