Waiting for silence is the most uncomfortable.

Because some people will think more and more, and their hearts will be flustered, but Buck is as steady as a rock, sitting cross-legged and hugging the tree tightly, just like a Bodhisattva sitting on a lotus platform, motionless, as long as the light below is up and shining, he may be like a rabbit that Hei Ye is fixed, and there is nowhere to hide!

There have been two or three times, the snow-bright light flickered over the heights at will, but it brushed past Buck, maybe his gray-green slacks played a camouflage role, or maybe the reflectivity under the strong light is not characteristic, more or the contrast of reverse thinking, such a birch forest characterized by straight and loose, who hides on it is not looking for death?

The search line is not so very tight, after all, according to Buck's careful attention at the heights, there may be twenty or thirty people with more than a dozen flashlights, unfolding a parallel line of one or two hundred meters, and the gap between one or two people is more than ten meters on average, not to mention that it is uneven, listening to the sound of them shouting and whispering to each other, Buck takes a long and deep breath like pranayama, and his heart is still so nervous that he seems to want to jump out of his heart, and his right hand slowly and naturally droops, hanging the strange-looking "silencer pistol" next to his body.

An armed man with a turban passed seven or eight meters vertically, Buck felt that if the other party stopped there, he would definitely be dripping with his own sweat, and the person closest to the armed man was also five or six meters away, Buck held back and did not shoot.

The light flickered, and in just three or five seconds, a ghostly figure appeared from behind!

Then another figure, Buck, also passed by not far away by shaking the afterglow!

It's like the relationship between Buck and Barayev, someone is covering the front!

Buck's gaze was fixed on the black shadow with the rifle in his hand, which looked particularly terrifying in the dark night......

But maybe it's a long time of sneaking, or maybe there's no life ahead, and it's inevitable that you're a little slack, and the steps under your feet are not too small, maybe you can't only move forward with the faint light of the stars and the afterglow, and the sound of footsteps and the friction of the surrounding bushes and tree trunks is loud.

As he passed under Buck, he held back again!

Even if the head passed through the muzzle of the water bottle......

But this time it wasn't waiting, it was the pursuit of accuracy, Buck slid down silently with one hand and two legs between the trunk, the black shadow striding forward became within reach, and Buck smacked softly on the walkie-talkie hanging from his neckline, as slightly as if spit was blistering at his lips and exploding.

It was only a second or so, and suddenly a gunshot rang out in the distance!

Everyone was amazed!

At the same time, Buck had reached out and hugged the fallen body!

Countless assassination experiences with Hammer, Barayev and others show that Buck is a guy who likes to cover himself up with these little tricks, and when it comes to killing, he is as talented as he is designing.

The plastic bottle with water not only obscured the muzzle fireworks, but also rippled with water waves to dissolve the impact of the gunpowder gunshot, but the sound of firing pins and hammers and sleeves reciprocating was still not small, so there had to be a distracting sound elsewhere, Buck pressed the sleeve that was started and stopped by gunpowder with his left hand before reaching out to catch the body that exploded the skull!

An AK74 rifle, a simple personal backpack and a tactical vest full of magazines, plus a heavier and more fierce RPG27 anti-tank rocket launcher, with a load of more than 40 kilograms, can't you put down unrelated things and pile them up when searching?

Or do you think you won't come back from this search?

Anyway, Buck sometimes finds it difficult to understand the combat habits of these Eastern Slavic peoples, as if they rarely use so many tricks, of course, Buck has also met a lot of scheming Eastern Europeans over the years, but in terms of proportion, it is too rare, far less than the Chinese like to play tricks, maybe they are frozen in the alpine region and are too lazy to use it.

In the midst of shouting and moving to adjust the direction, Buck had already put on his tactical vest, put on his rifle, and was bold in it, the atmosphere was still tense as if time was going to be quiet, he had just stood up, and a figure approached him, and his mouth was urgent: "Over there! It should be at a distance of five or six hundred meters...... At the moment when the two staggered, Buck plunged a snowy dagger into the throat of the other party, but it was more like the other party crashing into the dagger, feeling that the tip of the knife should break the trachea, and there was a feeling of piercing the drain pipe of the washing machine.

A knife in the throat, a shot in the left chest and heart, and only a slight struggle and inertia were suppressed by Buck!

The dull sound of gunfire no longer had a hidden silencing function as the plastic water bottle was smashed and crushed, but only suppressed the fire, so that these rapidly moving figures froze!

Hot blood is spraying Buck's face!

The huge smell of blood made him open his mouth and drink it!

In addition to his mouth, he lay motionless on the corpse again!

"Turn off the lights!"

With a shout, all flashlights were turned off, and there was a deathly silence!

The darkness was Buck's best cover, as if he were close at hand with any of the gunmen, and as if he were erratic and completely out of sight.

After the silence, Buck began to hear some whispered calls, and a small walkie-talkie was also hung on his chest on the right side of his tactical vest, but it was very quiet inside, and he began to shout directly from a distance of more than ten meters from each other: "Sami ......", "Yes, Yeshchenko......", "Yes! Shatov ......"

It's like calling for a relay and a count, and the sound comes and goes!

It's a really well-trained team!

At least after shouting at each other like this now, you can quickly find a companion who does not respond, and judge whether an enemy has touched the middle, or if the combat power is a little higher, you can judge whether there is a gap in a certain section of the search line, and guess that the attacker is in the approximate direction?

Buck was still lying on the spot, feeling the blood pressure of the impact of the corpse under him gradually disappearing, and the soul and life seemed to float away from this body, the life of a person is really not interesting, the dagger that grazed the cervical vertebrae with his throat was pulled out effortlessly, his right hand released the pistol, and he slowly moved to himself, his fingers alternately groped to his waist as if walking, there should be two grenade bags on the side of the Soviet-style tactical vest, Buck's fingers skillfully opened the tenon, and an offensive grenade rolled down the palm of his hand.

On the battlefield, he has never been tantamount to using the most vicious mentality to figure out the other party, and he does not think that these people are going to have a bonfire party after risking the night with guns to search for their own group, just based on the calm reaction of these people, he believes that they are mentally prepared to be attacked, in this case, when the successive shouts seem to hover at a distance of thirty or forty meters in the direction of Buck's ten o'clock, through the faint night sprinkled through the woods, and nothing can be seen under the canopy, but the position of the trunk can only be vaguely distinguished, Buck picked out the safety pull ring on the grenade with his thumb, and slowly stretched out the palm of his hand, so that the handle sheet unfolded silently, the subtle sound of the fuse glass breaking is almost inaudible in the Russian name shouting.

The grenade that had already ignited paused in his hand!

Throw it hard!

Buck hugged the corpse under him and suddenly rolled over and covered it!

It's like a child who sets off a single firecracker during the Spring Festival, I dare to hold it in my hand, and light it and throw it out when I see the fuse about to burst!

Firecrackers...... No, the grenade exploded in the air!

It seems that it is still good to hit some tree trunk

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