Most of the soldiers in the United States have the idea that Lao Tzu is the best in the world.

has been a general, and his nostrils are facing the sky, and his eyes only look at the lord above his head.

Since there is a religious force that is too powerful to be provoked by Blackwater to come forward and vouch for this Stephen Mu Mei that he is not a murderer or anything, Baka does not believe that a US imperialist gold-collar whose hands are crippled by a car accident has the ability to kill his own people, and when he can't find another place to vent his anger, Baka begins to focus on finding the enemy.

I have to say that Mei Mumu's talent for painting is still good.

The seven-point scan, with the addition of the name Casillas, it only took Baka half an hour to figure out who Casillas was.

Baka viciously ordered: "All brothers in the Asian branch who have not been on a mission are put on standby. I'm going to find this bastard, stick Nick and Douglas in his eyes, and tell him - Blackwater isn't something he can mess with!"

The development of events became interesting.

Blackwater had no idea that it was a hole dug for them by some undisciplined bastard.

But Casillas didn't expect the power of modern technology to be so sharp. Perhaps, this is a common problem for all disciples of the ancient secret sect who play magic. They are not primitives, and their years of study of ancient mystical magic have made them relatively less sensitive to the technology of the new era.

He and his followers were unlucky enough to be spotted at the airport in New Delhi by the airport's facial recognition system.

"Boss, you've found these bastards!" shouted a communications soldier.

"We're somebody, aren't we?" said Bakaston.

"The Night Stalker squadron happened to be at the airport. And airport security is all our people. ”

The screen quickly switches, and in the video screen, Baka saw a rebellious Casillas, and couldn't help but curse: "Damn Ah San, airport security is simply not in the flow, how can outsiders enter the cargo area so easily? Forget it, Night Owl Squadron, dispatch! Bring that bastard back after cutting off his hands." ”

Three standard teams of five are moving through the corridors of the cargo bay area in a tactical formation.

Originally, they were ready to fly to any corner of Asia, ready to pick up those who dared to offend Blackwater.

The ghost knew that the other party actually swaggered under his nose.

This is simply when hunting, and the prey hits the muzzle of the gun on its own.

Of course, they had a lot of questions about the mission.

"Hey, did you hear that? Douglas's skull was cut open in two!

"High-speed cutting, or laser weapons from New York?"

"Hell, it's not aliens. We're not the Avengers. A mercenary muttered quietly.

"Fart! The scene survey is full of human footprints. Zetarians don't wear shoes. ”

"Shut up! The other party is obviously good at melee combat, and should be something like a warrior monk. Everyone should be vigilant. ”

Although they became mercenaries and retired, years of training in the military's special forces made them immediately vigilant as soon as they entered the war zone.

The five men moved forward in a standard tactical group formation.

The three tactical teams were less than fifty meters away from each other, covering each other and reaching for their targets deep in the cargo area.

Outside the cargo hold, two groups of snipers and observers had already taken up their firing positions, giving a clear view of the entire cargo area.

A little further away, one group of the fire support team sat in a modified bulletproof pickup truck, and another group even mounted a mortar in the back of another pickup......

The squadron leader of the Night Stalker squadron is called Martin Pedro and is a burly and sturdy black man. Because of his fierce fighting style, and his stealthy and silent actions, his code name is Owl.

He was full of doubts about this mission, such as the photo of his comrade's skull perfectly broken on both sides, which made him suspicious.

You must know that Nick and Douglas were equipped with guns at that time, but they hung up without even opening their holsters.

It's one thing to be skeptical.

Executing orders is another matter.

The pure militarized management makes the people of Blackwater born out of an ordinary mercenary organization.

With caution in mind, he loosened up the squad's tactical formation.

The weapon of a modern soldier is a gun, if the opponent is a melee master with the ability to dash at high speeds. Then march in a tight formation, once the opponent breaks into the melee distance, the whole squad will be finished.

Martin finally commanded: "Remember, if you find that the opponent has advanced to a close distance, the others should not hesitate to shoot flat." Our people have body armor, and most of them can't shoot to death if they hit the body. But hand-to-hand combat is likely to be lost. ”

In the midst of the small step-by-step movement, three tactical teams arrived at the door of the warehouse where the target was located this time.

With a gesture, the other team members immediately stood on both sides of the gate and prepared to break in.

I have to say that the dilapidated warehouse at the airport is terrible. Although the walls of the warehouse are made of reinforced concrete and concrete, the gate is covered with a thin sheet of iron. One of the team members nearly clanged his spear against the door, only to hold his gun at the last moment.

"Listen to me, three...... 2...... "Before Martin could count the 'one', he suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

Really!

Just as one of the mercenaries lifted his foot, ready to kick the door open, Martin heard a crunch, though very small.

But with years of combat experience, coupled with an astonishing instinct trained on the battlefield, Martin still reacted.

"Lie down!" he didn't know what it was, but since the sound sounded in everyone's waistline, whoever was still standing was doomed to be unlucky.

He didn't know what it was, only to see an invisible blade slash through the concrete wall at least twenty centimeters behind, making a sweeping sweep with a wide range.

If it weren't for the large amount of rubble that the invisible blade had brought up, Martin wouldn't even have been able to tell that the thing was translucent.

"Ahh

The four mercenaries who were staying on both sides of the gate were cut in two on the spot.

Baka, who was acting remotely, of course heard the screams on the walkie-talkie. Looking at the tactical camera screen mounted on the mercenary's helmet, it suddenly turned from normal vision to the ground situation, and finally reflected the situation on the ground, and you didn't need to ask to know that something was wrong.

Baka immediately asked about the situation through the intercom: "Night Owl No. 1, Night Stalker No. 2, No. 3! Report the situation." Repeat, report the situation. Who! Who else is alive? Eye of the Night Stalker (Sniper Squad)! What happened?"

The sniper group observers exclaimed, "Sir, sir, hell! Night Stalkers 1, 2, and 3 are all gone! What the hell is that! God! Martin was hacked to death by a guy dressed in earthy red. That's not a person. That damn thing can split the armor of a tank! Ahhh