I told Dole and the watcher about the idea of capturing the captive, and they were eager to try. I'm worried that the large number of people will be easily exposed, which will affect future actions. What's more, the Monitors are also tasked with surveillance, and if discovered, it will inevitably lead to the abortive of my original plan. I told him to stay where he was and continue his mission tomorrow. I told him that if he noticed any movement from those people, he could leave quickly. But on the way back after leaving, there were two things he needed to accomplish. The first thing to do is to place traps along the way to try to delay the speed of those people's travel. I know that all of these tribes are good hunters, and everyone sets traps to catch animals. The second thing is to find a way to close the road inside the tuyere, so that those people can wander around in the tuyere. With the geography and natural climate of the big wind outlet, it can block those people for quite some time. Of course, I didn't expect that to stop those people from moving. I understand that the energy of such a mercenary force must not be underestimated. I just hope to take advantage of these unfamiliar environments and unexpected natural conditions to delay their progress as much as possible, and buy enough time for me to implement the plan later. I told the watcher that tomorrow morning I would have men pick him up on the hillside behind the vent, and that as long as he reached the hillside safely, he would not be left alone.

After midnight, the mercenary camp finally quieted down. I took Doler and crept towards the camp. My target was the tent farther away from the sentry. But when it came time to bypass the sentry, I changed my mind. I know that in this kind of vigilance, it is generally one open post with two dark posts, and the purpose of the dark post is to watch each other with the bright whistle, not only to look at a larger field of vision, but also to warn in time when the bright post is attacked and has no time to react. But in the night vision goggles, I only saw a dark whistle, and I distanced myself from the whistle, in a position where I could see the whistle, but the whistle was not easy to detect. It seems that the commander of this mercenary team was indeed careless. Maybe he didn't think that in such a no-man's land, there would be people in the middle of the night. His targets were nothing more than some wild animals. I decided to go after this sentry.

I asked Doreliu to take cover in a recess about sixty meters from the camp, which was not visible to the open and dark posts. I said that his job was to monitor the camp and that he was not allowed to shoot as long as no one was rushing out. No matter what happened to me while I was captive, he couldn't expose himself.

I walked around behind the dark whistle, and from the night vision goggles, I saw that the man was not observing the movement around him, but lying on his back on the ground and looking at the starry sky. He had headphones stuffed in his ears and seemed to be listening to some kind of music. He lay there motionless, unable to tell whether he was asleep or awake. It seems that this man thinks the same thing as his commander, that there will be no danger in such a place. I slowly pulled out the tranquilizer gun, reached his side, pointed the muzzle at his neck, and pulled the trigger.

After a slight gunshot, the sentry lay motionless. I looked up at the sentry in the distance, and saw that the sentry was looking in front of him intently, unaware of it. I quickly picked up the sentry and bent over as fast as I could to reach Dore's invisible.

When Dole saw me carrying a motionless man, he said, "Master, this man can't be dead, is he?" ”

I said, "It's anesthetic, and it won't take two hours to wake up." ”

Dorler and I retreated behind the watcher's position, and I asked Doler to tie up the sentry. I'll tell the watcher, I'll leave Dole here to be a helper for him, and if necessary, I'll have Dole go back and report the letter. Before dawn, their position had to be moved back, because as soon as someone was found missing in the camp, a search would be launched nearby. When the time comes, their current location will surely be discovered. They had to find another location away from the camp, as long as they could see the camp, and I would leave the binoculars for them so they could better see what was going on in the camp.

Doler quickly tied the sentry into a knot, and pulled off the sentry's sock and stuffed it in his mouth. Before leaving, I handed over to Dole, and I was not allowed to be reckless or exposed. Safety comes first at all times. If he can't, don't come back to me.

Before dawn, I carried the captives back to the tribe.

When I carried my captives into the tribal chief's house, the first one to wake up was Bakken. Bakken was so surprised to see a man tied up like a dumpling dumpling thrown by the fire, and he couldn't close his mouth for a long time.

Then the leader of the tribe also woke up. He told Bakken to call the old man of the tribe and Aya, and we interrogated the captive by the fire.

At first, the captive gritted his teeth and refused to say a word. Bakken didn't react to his punches and kicks. Seeing this, Aya stepped forward and put a hand on the man's shoulder. After a few moments, the man's teeth chattered, beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his face, and his whole body trembled. In the end, he finally couldn't hold on and opened his mouth.

According to the captive, he was Chinese and had served in the military. He is now a mercenary and is employed by a mercenary organization in Southeast Asia. A month ago, he and a dozen of his companions were sent to China on a mission. As for what this task is, he does not know at the moment. The commander said that the specific tasks would not be announced until the beginning of the operation. After entering China, he was taken to a no-man's land in Tibet for intensive training. In that no-man's land, more than 300 people participated in the intensive training, and the main training items were coordinated operations and plateau and mountain operations. They are mainly mercenary organizations and institutions from all over the world, and each of them has multiple combat experiences. During the training camp, he had vaguely heard people say that they had come here to help a person go to a tribe and rob a treasure. It is said that it is a treasure that can make all those who participate change their fate. The captive said he did not know who hired them, nor did he know the specific goals and locations of the mission. But he'd heard that the man who hired them had sent an undercover agent who had broken into the tribe they were going to face.

Listening to the captive's words, the leader of the tribe and the old man realized the seriousness of the matter. The leader of the tribe carefully looked at the submachine gun, pistol, and grenade that the captive was armed with. I explained to them the performance and power of each weapon. The tribal leader motioned for Bakken to take the captives out, and then they all turned to me and asked what they were to do.