"Whoa!"

With the sound of footsteps, two soldiers in green camouflage uniforms with oil paint on their faces stepped out and entered the small glade.

They are now very vigilant because they have been tortured by all kinds of pits and sticks these days. When he saw the scabbard on the ground, he didn't immediately walk over it, but planned to go around and observe it.

"Wait."

One of the soldiers stopped his companion as he was about to walk by, and then pointed to the strange fallen leaves on the ground.

It wasn't obvious, but it seemed to him that it was indeed a trap.

Still, the scabbard had to be obtained.

The troops in the rear brought military dogs, and as long as they got the scabbards, they could let the military dogs track them. At that point, no matter how good that agent is, it is impossible to escape.

THE TWO SOLDIERS LOOKED AT EACH OTHER, THEN PULLED OUT THEIR WALKIE-TALKIES AND REPORTED THEIR COORDINATES TO THE OTHERS, AND THEN ONE OF THEM CAUTIOUSLY WALKED TO THE SCABBARD AND POKED THE FALLEN LEAVES ON EITHER SIDE WITH THE GRAY-SHELLED BUSHMASTER-ACR ASSAULT RIFLE IN HIS HAND.

Seeing that there was no reaction, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and stood in front of the scabbard to bend down to pick up the thing.

The noose under his feet suddenly tightened, and a rope pulled him upside down. His back slammed into the trunk of the cedar tree in front of him, and the ACR in his hand fell to the ground.

Seeing that the situation was not good, one of the soldiers immediately raised his gun, but before he could see where the enemy was, a dangerous black light flashed in front of him.

"Uh-uh...... Ahh ”

The pitch-black saber that flew out of the bushes pierced his throat directly. The soldier desperately tried to pull out the saber stuck in his throat, but his hands were tormented by severe pain. The lungs frantically increased their power, and they still couldn't get air at all.

The soldier, whose throat had been pierced through the throat, fell to the ground and convulsed a few times, his face turned a strange blue purple, and then he never moved again.

Seeing that his companion had been killed, the soldier who was hanging upside down in the tree struggled, and then he heard the sound of the rope breaking, and the whole person immediately fell, just as he was still glad that the enemy's rope was not strong enough......

There was a sharp pain in his chest, his sight suddenly turned a terrifying scarlet, and the soldier opened his mouth and made a hoarse and confused voice:

"How...... Possible? ”

The soldiers, nailed through the wooden spears buried in the dirt, did not know what was happening until they stopped breathing.

At the last moment before closing his eyes, he saw a pitch-black figure emerge from the bushes.

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Pulling the saber from the enemy's throat, rubbing the blood from the nearby tree trunk, and inserting it back into the scabbard it had just picked up, the agent knew that this place was not a good place to stay long.

These two men have already reported their positions just now, and there must be a large number of enemies approaching. Now I have to get out of here.

Before leaving, he did not forget to "scavenge" the bodies of the two enemies.

Gulping down the compressed biscuits he had pulled out of the soldier's pocket, he picked up the soldier's field compass and a rope, as well as a walkie-talkie and an ACR assault rifle, and two more magazines and stuck them on his belt. Then he quickly left the trap and continued to the north.

Although there are guns now, they still can't be fired lightly - this gun has no silencer, and if it fires, it will immediately reveal its position, and it will be difficult to escape at that point.

Using his saber to cut through the vines in front of him, the agent moved forward as fast as he could, not hiding his traces at all.

Then he came to a large tree.

The stout tree, with the marks of an axe cut at the back of its trunk, had been cut with a large opening. Although it still crumbling to maintain its balance, it looked like the trunk would fall forward and slam into the ground if someone pushed it hard.

It looked like the nearby villagers had fled in a hurry when they were halfway cut down, but when the agent saw it, he immediately realized that it was an opportunity.

Forging some footprints or something like that next to the trunk, he returned to the foot of a large tree next to the tree and began to climb upwards.

As a basic subject for survival in the wild, tree climbing is naturally handy for him.

He quickly climbed to the top of the tree, pulled out the rope he had just picked up from the mercenary, tied a small knot at the top, and threw it at the canopy of the cut tree next to him.

The first time he missed, he retracted the rope and threw it again, finally catching a branch. After carefully pulling twice to make sure the rope was tightened, the agent hid himself in the massive canopy and lowered his head to observe the scene below through the gaps in the leaves.

Now his position is about seven meters above the ground, and if he is spotted by the enemy, he can only stay in the canopy of the tree and become a live target, even if he jumps, he will fall half to death and be dealt with immediately.

Therefore, we can only pray that the enemy does not find out.

As a devout agent, he drew a cross on his chest and tightened the rope in his hand.

This time the enemy came quickly, and less than two minutes later, a jumble of footsteps and whispers could be heard below.

"The target is around here, keep searching."

"Inform the second team that we have found traces left by the enemy."

"Be careful, twenty-three people have already died in his trap."

Seeing several enemies appear below him, looking around vigilantly with guns in hand, the agent took a deep breath and prepared to pull the rope, just then......

One of the soldiers below looked up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then his eyes widened.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the agent jerked on the rope and immediately opened fire on the enemy below with his ACR.

After shooting the enemy who first spotted him, the four soldiers next to him immediately raised their guns and aimed at him.

"Click!"

The trunk of the large tree next to it made a cracking sound, and then it fell with a bang, directly smashing the two soldiers below below.

Before the remaining two could fire, they were shot in the head by a bullet fired from the ACR in the agent's hand. With such a condescending angle of fire, it is too easy to hit the enemy in the head.

Climbing down the tree as fast as he could, the agent drew his saber and slit the throats of the two soldiers who were still struggling under the trunk.

"The angels will lead you to heaven."

Confirming that his "prey" was dead, the agent nodded expressionlessly.

After picking up a few more magazines, he immediately moved on, ready for the next ambush.

――In this forest, it is not the mercenaries who are actually hunting, but themselves.