Hugh carried an SVD sniper rifle to the upstairs equipment room, put on tactical gloves, and wiped the remaining fingerprints off with a soft cloth. Return it to an empty space in the wall full of weapons.

Then, from the wall, remove a Saker crossbow and quiver with an infrared sight, load ten ordinary crossbow arrows, and insert a military mountain knife with a blade length of 45 cm into the scabbard.

Then take off the American-style "steam hammer" A2 combat shotgun and 50 rounds of ammunition, the gun has a load of 10 rounds, can fire in bursts, can overcome the jungle combat, the target is not easy to identify, the difficulty of many bunkers, is a rare weapon.

Hugh then took out an Italian Beretta M93R pistol and three magazines of ammunition, which had a 20-round load and could fire in three bursts, providing good fire support.

Four high-explosive grenades and two flashbangs, as well as jungle camouflage uniforms, military boots, flashlights, thermal imagers, military binoculars, and military backpacks are all essential equipment.

Hugh put the weapons in his portable weapons box, put the rest of the ammunition and equipment in his backpack, carried them down the stairs, passed through the kitchen, brought a small bottle of paprika, cumin powder, pepper, and salt, and was about to enter the jungle, he had to shoot something, bake something, Hugh thought.

Hugh went to the garage and put them in the trunk of the Volkswagen Phaeton. At this moment, the wind in the courtyard gradually increased, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and raindrops the size of beans fell from the sky, and in the distance, gunpowder and bullets retreated to the kennel behind them with a whining sound, sheltering from the unguardable torrential rain in the tropical maritime climate.

Hugh came to the cab, looked at the rain and fog in front of the garage, and remembered his teammate Andrew.

Hugh has known Andrew for more than ten years, and has spent less time together on missions, most of the memories are from when he first joined the organization, Andrew is two years older than Hugh, with a simple and honest personality, dark skin, burly body, and when he grins, he always shows a mouthful of teeth as white as snow. When Hugh was a child, he participated in the training camp organized with him. Hugh, who is thin in stature, is often teased and bullied by his peers, because Andrew and Hugh are from the same town, and whenever this happens, Andrew's tall figure will block Hugh's front and block the punches and kicks of his companions for him; During meals, Andrew always gave Hugh the meat in his bowl, and jokingly said: "Eat more, how can you pass the physical fitness test if you are weak?" ”

"I don't know if you, who are twenty-five kilometers away, are safe and sound." Hugh thought inwardly.

With the vibration of the watch, Hugh opened a new text message, which was sent by the organization's logistics staff: "Andrew's personal belongings have been delivered to the gate of the mansion, please accept them." ”

Hugh opened the car door and saw a black van stop at the gate of the courtyard, and a logistics staff wearing a raincoat and a waterproof package under his arm got out of the car, looking left and right into the courtyard.

Hugh trotted over with the rain curtain on, took the package from the other, waved his hand in thanks, and then came to the kennel and gestured to the two Prott dogs, who followed Hugh back to the garage.

"If it weren't for Andrew's bee eye losing its signal, I really want you to have a good rest, it's enough for me to go alone, it's too late to stew, a new mission is coming again, I apologize to you." Hugh explained to the gunpowder and warhead as he unwrapped the package with a folding dagger, a sweat-stained T-shirt.

The two hounds tilted their heads and looked at Hugh in bewilderment, Hugh tossed the T-shirt in his hand to them, their noses skillfully remembered the smell, Hugh opened the gate, picked them up, and with the sound of an engine starting, Phaeton sped away into the unknown.

Hugh drove through the downtown area, waiting for the traffic light at the intersection, the rain had gradually become lighter, Hugh's eyes turned to a seafood shop on the side of the road, a little girl ran out of the store with a smile, the child's father followed behind, put on a small raincoat for her, and took her hand to go back, the child's eyes looked at Hugh curiously, and the gunpowder on the passenger seat looked at each other, the child's father followed her line of sight, and let out a pleased smile, Hugh looked at the scene in front of him, I can't help but compare myself with their fate.

Although the life of ordinary people is unremarkable, it is safe and sound, you can enjoy your old age in peace, your children and grandchildren are full, and the life of an agent is wonderful, but you are shuttling through the rain of bullets and bullets all day long, fighting to the death. I don't know which day, I may not be in this world.

Love, family, and children are all unbearable for an agent, and they fall into the hands of an adversary in the line of duty, which is the deadliest threat. Hugh gave up the right to pursue them, even sacrificing his own life, what did he gain in his life?

The red light at the intersection turned green, Hugh didn't have time to think about it, and with a hint of a smile, he waved goodbye to the little girl on the side of the road and his father, stepped on the accelerator, and disappeared into the vast traffic.

When I came to the edge of the jungle, the light gradually dimmed, I parked the car, opened the trunk, changed into camouflage uniforms and military boots, painted black and green camouflage oil on my face, carried a mountain knife, carried a crossbow, held a shotgun, pinned a grenade and pistol to my waist, put a military backpack on my back, and then used a camouflage car cover, concealed the vehicle, and walked towards the depths of the jungle with a bullet and gunpowder.

As soon as they stepped into the jungle, several macaws with yellow, green and blue feathers fluttered their wings away from the treetops above Hugh's head like sentinels in the forest, and a few sparse feathers floated down, warning the inhabitants of the jungle to the intruders.

Two red-backed poison dart tree frogs, who were lying on the broad-leaved crown leaves after the rain to mate, tiptoed over, grabbed a hand, took off several crossbow arrows from their shoulders, and wiped the arrows on their backs until they were stained with red venom, a neurotoxin, as long as a little bit, after entering the target's body, it would quickly cause the target's heart to stop beating and kill from poison.

Hugh's watch received a mission prompt from Melinda: "Your location is 6.3 kilometers away from the place where Andrew's signal disappeared, please be safe in the jungle." ”

Hugh looked around, here is the Amazon rainforest at the foot of the Andes, the threat from the jungle, the large ones are the forest pythons, caimans, panthers and cougars, the small ones have all kinds of dangerous reptiles, there are more than 200 species of snakes alone, 54 of which are poisonous snakes, and the electric eels and piranhas in the water are also a nightmare for intruders. There is also the threat from humans, and from the moment you set foot on this land, you need to be on the lookout for their cold arrows.

Hugh looked at the time on his watch, it was 19:15 in the evening, and decided to replenish his strength before continuing on his way.

Hugh continued to move forward with gunpowder and projectiles, and came to the edge of a river more than ten meters wide, a salmon was swimming in shallow water, Hugh fastened a non-poisoned arrow to the Saker crossbow, opened the infrared sight on the crossbow gun, and a bright red laser aimed at the salmon's abdomen, leaving a striking red dot. With a whoosh, Hugh pulled the trigger, and almost at the same time, the target was pierced through the body by a sharp arrow, struggling and churning in the puddle.

Hugh leaned over, held the tail of the crossbow arrow, lifted the salmon, pulled out the crossbow arrow, removed the scales at the water's edge, disemboweled, drew the body of the fish out of the diagonal lines, cleaned it in the water, the water was dyed scarlet, the blood floated downstream along the water, only to see a boiling restlessness on the water surface, Hugh threw the fish entrails there, a wave of faintly visible blackback fish surfaced on the water, scrambling to tear the entrails, a few seconds of effort, the entrails were swept away, and the river returned to calm.

"Piranha." Hugh gasped.

Hugh threw the salmon onto the green grass by the river, took out the condiment from his backpack, applied it to the fish, cut off a leaf of a plantain tree with a knife, wrapped the fish, and looked for materials to burn around.

Because it had just rained, the dry grass and fallen leaves on the ground were already wet, and it was difficult to ignite, so Hugh held a military mountain opener, cut down two small saplings more than one person tall next to him, cut off the bark with a skillful knife, scraped the trunk into a wooden whisker, used the blade as a shovel, dug a small pit in the ground, buried salmon, and stacked the wooden whiskers on top to form a small pyramid-like firewood pile, ready to scavenge the fallen leaves on the ground, break the branches, and stack them aside.

Suddenly, the two Prott hounds, barking uneasily at the fallen leaf bushes in front of Hugh, digging the ground with their front paws, making a movement ready to rush forward, only to see a brown spearhead pit viper, one of the most dangerous snakes in South America, moving slowly under the leaves, the dark red snake letter tentatively outward, its color almost blended with the dead leaves, if it were not for the warning of the hounds, Hugh really did not notice it.

Hugh grabbed the shotgun and shot it head-on, a large number of steel balls from the bullets erupted, and the viper writhed in pain on the ground before dying.

Hugh pulled out the M93R pistol on his waist and pressed the muzzle down in the middle of the mushu, with a "bang" of gunshots, the flames of the muzzle ignited them, bursts of green smoke rose, and the fire gradually increased.

After a while, Hugh tasted the tender and delicious charcoal-stewed salmon, and from time to time he tore off the strips of meat and threw them to the two hungry Plotters.

After the meal, Hugh called up the all-terrain three-dimensional image of the area through his watch, projected in the air, and two blue light spots flashed in the image, one was the place where Andrew finally lost contact, and the other was where he was. Near Andrew's location, there was a huge depression in the surface of the earth, which, from the shape, did not look like a natural formation. Hugh stared at the prompt next to the route in the image, which was 4.5 kilometers away from the destination in a straight line.

Hugh sorted out his equipment, extinguished the fire, turned on the flashlight, and led the warheads and gunpowder forward in the night.

Hugh came to his destination, which was close to the top of a hill 400 meters high with a gentle slope, and there was no sign of Andrew, only to see a trail left on the ground, accompanied by a faint blood stain, extending to the lower right, after the rain washed, it was already blurred, Hugh made a gesture to the gunpowder and the warhead, they looked down and sniffed the ground with their noses, Hugh followed them, came to a large tree, found Andrei's body, one shot in the head and one in the chest, his eyes were still open, Hugh closed his eyes, Began to observe the wound: there were multiple bruises on the head, it seems that he was not less tortured before he died, the part of the shot was at the center of the eyebrows, judging by the burn marks on the skin near the bullet hole, it should have been shot at close range, and the wound in the chest, right in the heart, the gunman's technique was professional and sophisticated, and the gun was fatal, leaving no room for error.

Andrew's left arm is gone, and judging from the deep bone wound in the shoulder blade, it should be that after being shot, he was dragged here by some kind of beast, and his arm was gnawed away, and the bee's eye sensor was implanted in this position, and now it has long been corroded by digestive juices in the beast's stomach and failed.

Hugh held back the grief in his heart, and sent a voice message to the intelligence center through his watch: "We have arrived at the target location, found Andrew's body, shot and killed, his bee eye was destroyed by wild beasts".