For agents who have traveled the world for many years to carry out killing missions, the most important psychological element is not to disregard life or to win, but to "absolute calm".

Only people who can remain calm at all times can be qualified for this special job.

Whatever you see, stay calm.

Even if the time bomb in front of you is counting down, even if a large number of enemies are close at hand, even if you watch a loved one die tragically in front of you, stay calm.

Don't make any superfluous movements, don't make any superfluous sounds. As soon as the mission begins, the more "human" part of the body is turned off, and the ruthless "machine qì" part is turned on.

It can be said that these guys are simply a group of humanoid killing machines.

And the ghost agent is undoubtedly the best of the best.

Standing in the dark cargo car, the agent with the P226 pistol and the Daredevil saber in his hand cautiously took a step forward. Silently, he opened a small crack in the door of the carriage that was open horizontally in front of him, and then took out a square black plastic device from the ammunition pouch on his waist and threw it out gently.

Taking out the PDA, the agent turned his gaze to the screen, and the miniature camera that had just been thrown out was filming the scene inside the carriage in front of him:

The seats on the sides of the carriage that were supposed to be used to carry passengers were all gone, replaced by huge wooden boxes with the words "FRAGILE" written in large black letters.

At the end of the other side of the carriage stood a soldier, and less than two meters in front of the camera, a pair of dark green military boots could be seen.

It's a good thing he didn't throw the camera too far just now, otherwise the soldier would definitely notice.

The good news is that there are only two people in the front compartment.

Only two people need to be solved, and for him, it couldn't be easier.

The soldier put his pistol back in his holster and looked up at the metal luggage rack on top of the front compartment on the side.

The freight cars behind this train are obviously converted from passenger cars. The seat was removed, but the luggage rack remained.

As long as you still have this kind of support, you can use some kind of cruel trick that makes the enemy unguardable:

Aerial assassination.

He climbed up with the left-hand rack, hooked his feet into the innermost depression of the rack, and then slowly lifted himself without grasping anything with both hands.

This kind of movement requires strong waist and abdominal strength, which is difficult for ordinary people to do, but for "Ghost Agent", this is just a basic posture for physical training.

The body was attached to the roof of the carriage like a lurking viper, and the agent held the knife in his right hand, pulled a pistol magazine from his belt with his left hand, and threw it down with all his might.

"Bang."

The magazine slammed into the floor of the car, which was also made of metal, with a dull sound.

After waiting about five seconds, he saw the car door open beneath him. A guy in a green camouflage uniform with only two eyes on his head and a black mask walked in, holding an MP5SD6 submachine gun and looking around.

Normal people encounter this situation by looking at the front first, and then observing the left and right, no one will guess that there is still a person "sticking" on the roof of the carriage.

But it was just one mistake that decided the soldier's fate.

His body, which was already a little tired from the exertion, fell down sharply, and the agent stabbed the black-edged saber in his hand into the back of the soldier's neck.

The unexpected surprise attack made the masked soldier not even say a word, and went to hell in an instant.

Before the soldier collapsed to the ground, the agent had jumped down and caught the body as it was falling down with his arm. He then dragged the body into the hiding place where he had just been, and covered it with rags covering the cargo.

After disposing of the corpses of the enemy, he picked up the magazine, returned to the door of the carriage, and opened the door a small slit. Then he raised his pistol and aimed at the fluorescent lamp closest to him.

Since it was night, the lights were naturally on in this patrolled carriage, but the white lights were even more disgusting.

"Smack!"

The sound of the lamp shattering sounded, and the back half of the carriage immediately went dark. The soldier standing on the other side snorted in surprise and walked over with the SCAR-LIGHT rifle in his hand.

Successfully attracting the attention of the other party, the agent put on his binocular night vision goggles, and then quickly stepped forward, hiding in the narrow gap between the two crates.

The scene in front of you turned into an active green, and under the view of the night vision goggles, a miserable white pillar of light could be seen shooting ahead.

Five seconds later, the same masked enemy walked by, holding a tactical flashlight.

Drawing his saber and holding it in his hand, the agent slowly stepped out of the shadows, walked behind the enemy like a ghost, and raised the pitch-black saber in his hand.

"Click."

Like a grim reaper in the shadows, he pronounced death on the mercenaries.

A knife slashes the enemy's throat, and the agent drags the body into the back compartment. Walk briskly through the wooden crates and lean over to the front door to check.

The car in front was darkened, and there was silence, but faint snoring could be heard.

"Is it a sleeper...... It's really a jackpot. ”

Even with the joy in his heart, the agent's face still maintained the usual state of "facial paralysis". With minimal movement, he pulled the door open a gap just enough for a person to get into, then entered sideways, pulling out the Daredevil Saber that had just reaped two lives.

The elite troops of the "Wolf Warriors" are also human beings and also need to eat and sleep. And they apparently did not expect that on the train, which thought it was the safest, a brutal assassin was mixed in.

Walking to the nearest bunk, the agent clenched his saber and reached for the enemy who was sleeping soundly on his side.

For unsuspecting enemies, he has a way to make them die instantly without waking up, without even making a sound.

"Poof."

The saber tore through the body with a weak, inaudible sound, and a mercenary left the world in his sleep.

And then there is the second person.

And then the third.

The fourth.

Fifth ......

By the time he left the carriage, the agent had lost count of how many people he had killed. But this kind of inconsequential question, there is no need to care about it at all.

For the "Killing Machine Qì", it is good to have as long as the mission is completed.

Washing away the blood stained with black gloves at the sink at the end of the carriage, he cautiously continued on his way.

He could feel that the target of this mission, the colonel, was not far from him.

Therefore, the next action must be extremely vigilant and not allow the slightest mistake to be taken.