After dealing with the first group of pursuers, the white-haired boy quickly left the building.

"There!"

A short voice signaled the arrival of the second group of pursuers.

The boy glanced lightly, and as he ran, he pulled out his pistol from his belt and took aim. There was no need to stop, he pulled the trigger without hesitation. Even if it is a small-caliber automatic pistol, once it hits the heart, it will still die.

The bullet pierced the enemy's head accurately, and blood flowers bloomed in the chest.

With such an accurate and fast killing efficiency, I don't know if I thought he was using an assault rifle. This is not a boast, anyone who is within a range of fifty meters is not an exaggeration to say that death is always with him.

This is also the reason why there are no rifles in the equipment that the command airdropped to him.

"It's worthy of the training camp of the [Sons of Musheim], obviously there are only a dozen people, and the firepower is about to catch up with a reinforced platoon."

The boy almost stepped on the bullet marks and flashed into the alley, muttering to himself easily, replacing the new magazine with a second and a half, and did not continue to escape, but launched a counterattack in the opposite direction.

The other party knew very well how good the boy's marksmanship was, but they didn't expect that the single teenager would fight a stubborn counterattack, and if he didn't notice, the team of more than a dozen people would suffer one-third of the casualties in one face.

The boy didn't care about the outcome of the battle, and retreated after the fight.

Sure enough, as soon as he walked with his front foot, there was a 'boom' on his back foot, and a scorching shock wave hit.

It is obvious that the other side has changed its original intentions and has taken the annihilation of the enemy as its primary purpose.

The boy could understand their thoughts, and if it were him, he would have lost a dozen soldiers in a row, and he should know how to make trade-offs.

"But isn't it too late to make up your mind now?"

The boy coldly glanced at the relentless soldier and threw himself into the rainforest with a sniper rifle.

The more complex the terrain, the more conducive it is to his play.

However, he didn't have that much time to delay on his pursuers.

- Five minutes. For a maximum of five minutes, either get rid of the enemy or annihilate it.

This is also the most critical step in the action plan. These days, in order not to reveal his own existence, the boy rarely communicates with the headquarters, and only has time to transmit half of the specific information about the location of the various outposts and the enemy's armament.

It is not a problem to break through the two outer lines of defense, but it is difficult to say about the inside of the base.

That's right. Not only is there a training camp for the Sons of Musheim, but also a supply base.

The distance between the two is about two kilometers.

At first glance, this operation was aimed at the training camp, but in fact, the real target of the tactical team was that base.

The teenager deliberately causes chaos in order to attract the attention of the enemy.

By the time the enemy reacted, he had already infiltrated the base through the rainforest, disintegrating the enemy from the inside while they were scrambling to deal with the tactical team.

It can be said that it is false and real, and there is no way to guess.

However, although the plan is good, the implementation is not small.

The key depends on whether the teenager gives it or not.

Fail?

The young man has always believed that 'those who are good at fighting do not think about victory, but first think about defeat.' Therefore, those who are good at fighting are invincible'. If you are not sure, you will not act rashly.

The tropical daytime air is humid and dreary. There wasn't even a breeze between the dense trees.

The map of this neighborhood has been carved into my mind. In his second year in this world, the boy ...... No, it should be said that Ling Yi had long been accustomed to fighting in a harsh environment.

Juvenile. Fried, that's his current name.

After all, the body of the heroic spirit is not a joke, if he is thrown on the battlefield in Afghanistan, it will be a personal strategic weapon.

However, in this world, there is no modern weapon that cannot hurt the Heroic Spirit.

If there is a wound to the head and heart that is difficult to recover. It's still the same as the body dies.

So he can't be careless.

Ling Yi continued to advance through the jungle, and gradually saw the heavy concrete gate installed on the slope of the mountain. The gate is surrounded on all sides by a fence made of barbed wire. The number of guards is also quite large, and if it continues, even if it is hidden in this lush woods now, it will eventually be discovered by the soldiers who are guarding.

The muzzle of the pistol was silently pointed at one of the guards, at a distance of about a hundred meters, and there was barbed wire within range.

Can it be killed?

The answer is yes. But pistols don't.

Even a rifle can't do it, let alone a small-caliber pistol, the so-called pistol is such a weapon, as we all know, that is, in the mission. At this distance, the bullet can only exert nine thousandths of the lethality at best, and it will also startle the snake.

"II...... Five...... Six, six. ”

It's a bit of a hassle, but it's acceptable.

Ling Yi called up the sniper mode of the multi-functional goggles, and immediately showed various numbers, such as temperature, humidity, wind speed, and many others, and then set up his bipod, adjusted his posture and lay in the grass, and slowly aimed his gun at the figure on the watchtower.

No shots were fired.

Continue to adjust the muzzle.

Passing over the guards.

It's as if they're firmly imprinted in my mind.

Immediately after that, the harvest began.

"The first."

The voice fell.

The figure on the watchtower fell.

"The second"

The muzzle of the gun was turned within 0.5 seconds, and at the moment of speaking, the enemy troops on the other guard tower were also killed.

The guards inside the barbed wire were only then aware of it.

But they didn't have time to act.

As if they had been sorcered, one companion after another threw their heads back and fell one after another. Brains mixed with blood poured out of the bullet holes in the center of the eyebrows, and every corpse had almost the same expression—unbelievable.

Too lazy to put away the sniper rifle, Ling Yi didn't do anything, and directly broke into the base with a spirit.

The soldiers encountered were all gunned out.

Compared to sniping, it is really more convenient to use a pistol.

Guns and artillery were roaring outside, and even helicopter gunships were dispatched, Ling Yi continued to uproot the sentinel points regardless of it, and tried to disintegrate the enemy's fortifications as much as possible.

Soon, Ling Yishun found the enemy's arsenal, and there was no need to think about the password, [The Knight Does Not Die with His Bare Hands] forcibly raised the pistol to the treasure level, and even caused the effect of a plasma cannon with one shot.

There were all kinds of guns and even armored vehicles in front of him, and Ling Yi wanted to pack them away, but unfortunately the system elves didn't plan to cooperate.

"Alas, it's a pity."

Ling Yi said this, but he had a gloating expression

A week later

Hereford, 130 miles west of London.

British Army Home Command.

"Congratulations to Sergeant Zigger, this mission was very well done, not only successfully destroying that base, but also proving to the world the strength of our SAS special forces. However, your individual combat ability is really shocking, if every soldier like you, only needs two years of training to have this level, I believe there will be no [Nifur] anything. Major Chris Moore said approvingly. The results of this operation are far more fruitful than expected, and I think that it will not be long before I can be promoted, and this is all thanks to the love in front of me.

"You've won a prize.

"Humility is not a good habit, and the rewards from above will soon come down, and then you can justify becoming our SAS trump card. Oh, it's incredible, a little guy who has been in the army for less than three years is already going to become a lieutenant, maybe I'll call you Second Lieutenant Zieg from tomorrow, no, lieutenant too. ”

It is not a problem to be promoted to at least a lieutenant by virtue of this military merit, but it is an exaggeration to say that he is a lieutenant.

Ling Yi heard the major's voice and said wittily, "Thank you for your kindness." ”

Although it is said that the favor is not good, there is no reason not to eat the meat sent to the mouth.

At the same time, the distant West Coast of the United States.

A young man hunched lazily in a chair rather than a man, with a laptop in front of his desk and his long, narrow eyes examining his profile on the screen with interest.

Click-Click-Fingers tap lightly on the tabletop.

"Although [Fafnir] needs space and time to grow, it's not good to keep Sleipnir's spot empty, so it's time to find a passable guy to fill it. But Ziggy. Sergeant Fried? …… I didn't expect to find such an interesting thing on a whim, is this the so-called fate? ”

The young man smiled softly, picked up the phone at hand and called his boss.

"I'm Major Rocky, help me pick up His Excellency the General." (To be continued......)