What kind of darkness is that?

Pitch black was originally used to describe a scene that was so black that you couldn't see your fingers, but in the darkness in front of you, there was always a little bit of faint green light, as if it was hope in the darkness, and as if it was a beacon in life, guiding the way.

Occasionally, a red dot or two will light up around the green light, which is the devil's eye, and the popular point is the lit cigarette butt.

Waiting is always the most boring, no matter how well-trained and determined, in the long wait, there will always be a change of way to kill time.

The radio vacuum tube headphones in the pierced ears, the occasional roll call and the low sound of conversation, although it is not allowed to chat through the guò encrypted communication system, it is not against the rules to say something in order to refresh yourself while waiting.

So except for the floating radio waves, this darkness is very quiet.

Beyond the occasional cough and the sound of metal clashing, there was only a faint green light.

Finally, someone couldn't help but stretch out a cigarette butt to peek at the green light, and smilingly pressed the walkie-talkie PPT to spread gossip in Russian: "Buck is trying to deceive ...... again"

Before the words fell, a clear sound came from everyone's headphones!

The cigarette butts and green light disappeared in an instant, and the sound of rapid breathing suddenly fell silent, as if there was no creature in this darkness where the fingers could not be seen, and it was as if there was an evil dragon spitting dragon breath in front of everyone's nose!

The voice in the headset was very low, and the command was simple and urgent in Russian: "Plan No. 4, count down to attack in five seconds, and be in place in thirty seconds...... 4，3，2，1！GO！”

There was no sensation of a thunderous attack, no sharpness of a sword unsheathed, almost silently, the door with good soundproofing effect was opened a crack, and a strong light was projected in, but before this dark space could be seen clearly from the dust particles of the light and the adaptation of the pupils, only four black shadows flashed in the faint hustle and bustle that followed, and there was a closed darkness and plunged into broad daylight.

After only a few steps, it vaguely becomes an overwhelming noise, there is a busy fishing market next to the turquoise inland lake, and several figures come out of the cold storage at the back of the fishing market, similar to the national costumes of the typical Asia-Europe border area here, plus the dirty aquatic aprons and crumpled cigarettes, no one will notice the difference between these four tall and fat men.

Usually the size of the army is uniformly close, and it is easier to be exposed.

There are no high-rise buildings in the fishing market town, and the low-rise dilapidated temporary board houses and old-fashioned two- and three-story buildings of the old period are the main theme, and they cannot provide any high-point sniper positions at close range.

Therefore, the nearest snipers could only catch the four figures mixed in the crowd from their scopes and high-powered observation scopes on the top of the hill about 1,200 meters away from the town.

Of the four people who seemed to walk casually among the fishermen, merchants, and tourists, all three had weathered faces, were in their thirties and forties, and the results of plausible makeup on their complexions made them half-bowed and unnoticed.

Only Buck, who fell at the end, chuckled openly, showed a mouthful of white teeth, and looked left and right without concealing his tracks, because only his East Asian appearance looked very close to the Asian-American Europa mixed race in this nearby country, and the other three more or less Europa tasted a little heavier, plus the upper body was a copycat Adidas tracksuit that is most common among young people in Northwest Asian countries, with a rubber apron with a fishy smell wrapped around his waist, jeans and sneakers underneath were all old goods, a slightly wet cigarette roll in the corner of his mouth, and the signature mixed-race medium and long hair with slight curls on his head was like a local young man who did not pay much attention to personal hygiene, oily and greasy, which made a sniper who followed him closely couldn't help but whisper: "Buck...... Who got this hair for him? It's so realistic!"

The observer next to him laughed: "Who else ......" was immediately slapped on the back of the head by the commander behind him!

The relaxed words were just to hide the tension in everyone's hearts, and also to relax the fingers that were too taut.

Buck's sunny smile was natural, and he even curiously stopped to look at the group of young people playing poker at the fishing market, smiled and said a few words of local language, and casually turned around and walked directly across the palm-wide street.

Because the vendors on both sides of the road and the local young people who have nothing to do have nothing to do have already unscrupulously occupied more than half of the road, a very small number of passing vehicles are cautiously moving, which seems very helpless.

The seemingly dragging motion was actually very precise, and as Buck had just walked past the vendors on the other side of the street to the front of a hidden fish company with a sign hanging on it, the other three were also appropriately scattering finished glyphs, crouching to the left, right, and back of the slightly dilapidated two-story building.

Buck took off the cigarette from his mouth and shook it in his hand, as if he had been delayed for a moment, before he heard the ringing of the bell, and the sound of worship seemed to be ringing in this area that was supposed to be multi-ethnic and multi-faith.

A smile appeared on the corner of the operation commander, who was also lying on the hill in the distance: "The time is just right!"

At the moment when all the locals lay down, the cigarette butt in Barker's hand popped out, his left hand lifted the heavy and greasy curtain, and his right hand pulled out an extremely rare Luger MK3 high-precision professional pistol from his arms.

Holding it with one hand, the image of a handheld computer in the left hand keeps flipping through the photos, although I have memorized how many times, but after all, they are all standard photos or candid photos found from black market spies many years ago, and they are the basic professional ethics of a killer when they are faced.

The sand-gray trigger on the black handle is lightly pulled by the index finger of the right hand......

From the beginning of entering the door, the three young and middle-aged men who were squatting in the door whispered to each other discussing something, and the young and middle-aged men who had just looked up and looked at each other in amazement had not had time to speak, 5. The 56mm pistol bullet shot through their heads!

The result of the extremely close firing of the pistol, the muzzle velocity of the chamber did not reach the highest point, and the bullet entered the forehead, leaving only a circle of burning marks on the skin of the forehead, but the tumbling bullet did not fly out of the back of the head.

But shooting from a high to the bottom is just enough to ensure that the forehead is in, and the roll down destroys the central nervous system in the lower part of the head!

The three corpses simply did not struggle or scream, and fell to the ground in response!

The toes even quickly shook the corpse one by one at the moment it fell, helping the body to lie down gently, but the sound of the corpse falling seemed to be louder than the gunshot!

It can be seen how amazing the silence effect of this special pistol is!

There was no scene of blood splattering, and the corpse fell to the ground, only to see the gurgling blood soaked into the solid ground.