Two hours later, the plane circled and landed with them in the border area between our country and country R.

Jumping off the plane, the black bear took the lead in searching, and the old way shook off the hip-hop energy of training, and the rest of the people also stood guard with guns.

Two minutes later, the black bear in front of them gave a safety instruction, and with a wave of the nighthawk's hand, everyone quickly moved towards the target.

Although it is winter, the temperature in the south is still relatively warm, and the surroundings are full of green, and during the period when all kinds of unknown flowers are shaded, even if they are entangled by various trees and vines, it is difficult to hide the vitality of the south, giving people a good feeling, no wonder they all say that the scenery in the south is beautiful.

Walking among the dense trees, stepping on the thick leaves that have accumulated on the ground for I don't know how many years, the light rustling sound under my feet is like the chirping of the night.

It was very safe all the way, and not a single vigilant sentry found it, but this was already on the land of the Poison King, and everyone was a little puzzled, could it be that the Poison King's vigilance was so bad.

Lao Zhou told them that in order to make and sell drugs, they also had to engage in armed confrontation with the local government, and the drug king had built a large number of troops over the years, and his strength was not a joke, so everyone was very cautious all the way. For fear that he would be cunning and set up an ambush nearby.

Three hours later, they were almost close to the camp of the drug king, according to the map, this large camp is a drug production center, and there are two smaller villages around it built next to it, both of which are places for workers and soldiers to rest, the security of the large camp is relatively tight, but there are not so many guards in the village next to it, only a few sentry posts, which are clearly marked on the map.

Lao Zhou's intelligence seems to have done it home, and Nighthawk has a feeling that he is a Navy SEAL in the United States.

Ten minutes later, the black bear that was walking in front suddenly gave a signal to everyone to stop moving.

Nighthawk commanded everyone to stand by and ran quickly to the side of the black bear in front of him.

The black bear was lying behind a bush, holding a telescope motionless and peering ahead.

Seeing the Nighthawk approaching quietly, he whispered, "Two sentries are smoking behind the big tree in front, and below is a village, and there are two sentries at the post at the entrance of the village. ”

Nighthawk picked up the binoculars and looked at them, and said decisively, "Let's go around, don't startle the snake."

The black bear nodded, and slowly moved to the front.

Nighthawk radioed to move forward, following the black bear and cautiously touching it.

As they passed near the two sentinels, everyone slowed down and moved slowly forward in the grass, leaning on the cover of the surrounding vegetation, fearing that a slightly louder breath would lead to a siege from the enemy.

They were getting closer and closer to the enemy, and even they heard the voices of the opposing soldiers. Engrossed, he quickly bypassed the two of them.

Approaching the entrance of the village, Nighthawk carefully observed the topography of the village, and there was only one main road in the whole village, which was transparent from north to south. The two sentries at the entrance of the village sat in the sentry box and chatted, chattering and chattering.

It may be that everyone has gone to work, and there is no one in the village in broad daylight.

Nighthawk observed the environment of the village, and slowly moved to the side of the black bear, "bypassing the sentry and touching the right side of the village." ”

The black bear lifted his gun and bent forward, and the cat stooped over.

When they approached the village, they found that some children were playing, and not a single adult was seen, and the Nighthawk followed the black bear and slowly walked from the grove on the right side of the village towards the camp ahead.

The march was fairly smooth and did not encounter any danger, and they quickly moved to the side of the camp.

The whole camp is in full swing, several large sheds are billowing white smoke, workers are wearing white masks working in front of a large cauldron, there are many people next to them are making finished products coming out of the pot, and more are packaging pieces of drugs, packaging.

Every few steps around the camp stood heavily armed soldiers, dressed in black training uniforms or green old-fashioned U.S. military uniforms. Leisurely pacing back and forth.

There were several large houses in the middle of the camp, the middle and the largest one, and an old man sat at the door, as if drinking tea and basking in the sun, occasionally raising his eyes to look at the toiling workers.

In another big house next to him, it was full of soldiers shouting at the moment, some were drinking, some were gambling, and they were probably waiting for the soldiers standing guard.

The place they were looking for was blocked by the big houses in front of them, a small wooden house standing alone.

Two soldiers were guarding the door, and through the binoculars, Nighthawk saw that the two men were just talking nonsense at the door, and they couldn't tell that they were watching the prisoners, and there was a small river between the small cabin and the big house, and a wooden bridge in between.

A small river flowed around the camp, and there was a section just in front of them.

Nighthawk observed for a moment, then turned and gathered everyone to his side.

He asked everyone to check their watches. Then he said, "It's afternoon, it's dark in 3 hours, the environment in the camp is very complicated now, we can't do anything in broad daylight, there are so many guards, we are saving people now is equivalent to looking for death, and we are acting when it gets dark." Everyone nodded in agreement.

Everyone hid in the nearest bush and lay motionless on the ground. Waiting, which was also a night of their life, soon came, and the jungle after dark was quiet, probably winter, with only a few distant bird calls occasionally heard, and the rest was dead and quiet.

The workers in the camp had already returned to the village from work, and the village not far from where they were hiding was now brightly lit and noisy, and the people who had worked hard all day took advantage of the rest time that only in the evening. Enjoy the joy of family.

The camp was dark, with only a few large rooms still lit up to tell the people that there were still people alive.

There were half as many people standing guard as during the day, so they all went back to rest.

Nighthawk took another look at his surroundings and raised his hand to beckon everyone to get moving.

The black bear slowly touched into the river, using the long grass on both sides of the river as cover, and slowly moved along the river like a target room. It's too dangerous to walk ashore, and who knows if there's a secret whistle.

The monkeys had already climbed to the high trees to keep an eye on everyone.

"Two sentinels at the target door, safe around," the monkey quickly reported the situation.

The group cautiously walked towards the hut in the river, not far from the house, where Nighthawk asked the thorns and mines to guard the direction of the house and the bridge respectively, to prevent the enemy from suddenly approaching, and he continued to advance.

Walking to the front of the hut, the two sentries were smoking cigarettes and chatting against the door, and every now and then burst into laughter.

"Monkeys, kill them". Nighthawk whispered "Understood" into the radio, and the monkey returned. His eyes slowly leaned towards the sight, and when he saw the two shaking heads in the infrared sight, a slight smile hung on the corner of the monkey's mouth, "Goodbye."

Bang bang, two sounds, and two sentinels fell in response. The AWP's firepower was so fierce that the heads of the two men were directly blown away, leaving only a piece of corpse to fall down.

The black bear quickly jumped out of the darkness, took the two corpses into his arms at the moment when they were about to fall, and then gently fell to the ground without making a sound.

Nighthawk and Yaksha quickly followed, and seeing that there was a lock on the door, the black bear took out his saber and pried it open.

The black bear walked in with a gun first, and Nighthawk followed him, leaving Yaksha alone half-crouched in the doorway to be on guard.

It was dark in the room, and there was a bed near the corner, on which a man was lying quietly, and when he saw someone coming in, he sat up slowly, and he didn't know what to say.

Nighthawk walked up to him, "Hello, do you speak Chinese?" ”

The guy on the other side was stunned, obviously he didn't expect things to develop like this, his brain was a little short-circuited for a moment, and after a while, he excitedly said in Mandarin with a southern accent, "Yes, yes, ah!" You're finally here. Looking at the excited fellow, Nighthawk said, "Are you hurt, can you move on your own?" "Yes, they didn't torture me, they just thought I was a traitor who stole drugs, and they were going to cut off my right hand in two days to show everyone what happened to stealing things, but fortunately you came in time, I thought my right hand would not be saved, hehehe." He was so excited that he said incoherently, "Okay, let's go now." Nighthawk didn't talk nonsense to him, grabbed the guy and walked out immediately.

When the Yaksha outside saw them coming out, he first went to the head to make a spearhead, while the black bear did the mission behind the palace, covering the team with spurs and mines along the way, and then quickly joined in.

Suddenly. A monkey's voice came over the radio, "Captain, hurry up, there are three guys approaching in the direction of the hut and about to cross the bridge." ”

Nighthawk and his party immediately sped up, "Kill them as soon as they cross the bridge." Nighthawk said decisively, "Understood." The monkey looked a little excitedly at the three unlucky eggs in the scope who were slowly approaching the cabin.

This is his first mission, although he has fired tens of thousands of shots in the scope, but it is all aimed at empty targets, today can have the opportunity to fight, and the usual target is not the same as the usual target, shoot the enemy from a long distance, not to mention how cool it is for him.

The three of them chatted slowly and walked towards the cabin, and when the third person's feet just stepped on the land on the other side of the bridge, he suddenly felt as if he was flying, but it was a blur in front of him, and he couldn't see his body clearly.

The monkey fired three shots in succession, starting with the last man, each shot hitting accurately, and the three of them had been nailed to the ground by the roaring bullet before they were unconscious, leaving only a blood-red and broken body.

The monkey was too ruthless, and the people who beat him were unrecognizable, even if his mother came, he didn't recognize it.

When the nightjar and the monkey were already waiting for them when they reached the bottom of the tree, the nighthawk nodded to him.

Then he said to everyone, "There are still twenty minutes, they have to find out, everyone retreats according to the original route, the army is the spearhead, the mines protect the hostages, the monkeys are on guard, the black bear Yaksha and my temple, act".

After saying that, a few people were like thieves who were chasing after stealing things, and they ran wildly with angry legs.

Passing through the village and the sentry posts passing by during the day, the spurs killed six sentries, two of whom were clean and clean.

I don't know if this kid has been suffocating his brain for a long time in the army, or if he is a real pervert, killing for the first time, he didn't even shake his hands, and he was excited to keep the blood on the knife. The big guy shook his head.

Although the monkey also killed someone just now, the real close-range combat and long-range shooting are two different things, holding someone else's head and hands full of blood, and those who don't have nightmares can only say that the military stab is a pervert except for the murderous veteran.

They stopped and stopped all the way, and there were more than three times as many dark posts at night than during the day, and the drug king was still very cautious, and the guy who was rescued said that the drug king was afraid that someone would take advantage of the darkness to smuggle drugs out, and he himself was caught when he went out at night to deliver information, not that he was afraid that someone would attack his camp.

Either way, they're much slower to deal with the sentinels.

When they were already 1 hour away from the camp, the sirens suddenly sounded, and the barking of dogs and gunshots tore through the darkness, as if an ancient devil was about to crawl out of the ground.

Although they walked for an hour. But they took the hostages and stopped and went, but in fact they had only walked about 6 kilometers, listening to the rumbling cars behind them and the barking of dogs that were getting closer. Nighthawk immediately beckoned everyone to move closer to him.

"The military assassin continues to be the vanguard, the mine protector moves closer to the retreat point, and the rest of the people disperse in formation, hit him in an ambush, regardless of the outcome of the battle, retreat immediately after repelling the enemy's first blow, and act now."

The stab and the mine wanted to say something, but they were stopped by the nighthawk's eyes, "Obey the order, don't cry with the mother-in-law here, we can't die." The black bear also laughed and said, "You two little dolls, I still have to go back to cook for you, let's go." ”

The Thorn and the Mine gritted their teeth, and the hostages disappeared into the darkness ahead, and soon became one with the night.

Nighthawk didn't turn his head until he couldn't see their backs, everyone quickly looked for cover, monkeys, knocked out the dogs and heavy fire shooters, the black bear provided fire support, and the Yaksha was ready to counterattack with me, resolutely not taking a step back, to buy them some time, disperse, and let this gang of drug-trafficking turtle grandsons taste our awesomeness. Listening to Nighthawk's arrangement, several people were full of pride, and their blood rushed straight up, and quickly disappeared into the darkness