Chapter 175: The Field of Gunfire

In the narrow streets and alleys of the slums of Zamyn-Uud, Mongolia, the life and death status of a rogue man changed three times in an instant in Gu Tie's mind, his right index finger trembled a few times on the trigger of the pistol, lowered the muzzle of the gun and asked quickly in English, "Name?"

"Russia, Russia, Russia, and Croatia," replied the rogue Han, who looked like he was in a state ......of severe malnutrition, trembling.

"Real name?" Gu Tie asked unmoved, smacking the other party's eyebrows with the muzzle of his gun. Even if you don't know much about Mongolia, the common name "Ori Lehok", which represents heroism, does not sound like a real name, as if the Chinese blurted out "Wang Jianjian" and "Zhang Jiefang" as untrustworthy.

ā€œ...... Zhuo Li, Zhuo Li Getu ...... "The dark-skinned man cowered in fear, his eyes glancing around, not daring to make contact with the gunman's gaze.

Gu Tie glanced back, the last half of the face of the team Jisi waved his hand to indicate temporary safety, and the Chinese squatted down to get close to the face of the flowing man and whispered, "Zhuo Li Getu." You said you could take us out, but that wasn't a lie. ā€

The Mongol pressed his body against the wall in a hurry, trying to stay away from the muzzle of the black hole: "I—I mean really, sir! I grew up here, and whoever is chasing you, I can take you out! I know a path that leads to the countryside!"

Gu Tie and Eva exchanged a look, and Xiao Lori took a few seconds to think, and then nodded. "Lead the way. If you dare to shout, I will shoot. If you try to slip away, I'll shoot. If you lead us to something suspicious, I'll shoot. A cooperative gesture will prolong your life, understand?" the Chinese grabbed the flowing man and shoved him forward. This guy probably weighed less than 100 pounds, barely had any muscles in his cheeks, and his legs were as thin as hemp rods, which was completely contrary to the image of a short, stocky and powerful Mongolian. In fact, Gu Tie had deep doubts in his heart, and his long-term experience in danger made him completely lack confidence in such a thing as "coincidence", and a guide who knew the terrain appeared when he needed it most, but there was no better way at the moment, he could only take one step at a time.

"This, this way. Zoligetu staggered and began to move forward, and he had a significant deformity in his right calf, causing his pace to be bumpy and slow. Half a minute later, the little white-faced George began to get impatient and stabbed the rogue man in the back with a SIG556 assault rifle: "Go fast!"

"It's coming, it's going to be soon!" replied the Mongol with a sad face, lifting a rag with his thin black hand, and the group followed him into an unexpected alley, where the back-to-back dilapidated buildings formed a hidden path, the wooden sheds blocked the sun, and the garbage scattered on the ground emitted a foul smell, and Eva covered her nose with her hand and kicked away a rotting animal carcass with her disgust, "It's getting darker, Guise, be on guard." ā€

"Understood. As soon as he finished speaking, the half-faced juggler shot a flying needle, and the silver needle pierced the head of a small animal exactly five meters away, stifling the cry of the mouse or bat in the throat.

Walking with one foot high and one foot low for a while, Gu Tie couldn't help but speak: "Gisi, don't be angry if I ask a question...... Don't you only have one eye, why can you see so clearly in the dark?"

"He's got a miniature sonar sensor in the spot where he's lost his eyeball, to aid in positioning, you mouthy guy. Little Lori replied coldly.

At this time, Terry the Clown seemed to finally understand the development of the situation, and broke free from the support of his beard and came to the two of them who were arguing, "It's me who did the bad thing, right? I should have been asleep for eight hours after receiving the listener's instructions, but I don't know why I woke up early this time, damn it...... I'm sorry, Eva......"

"Don't think about it, it's not your fault. Eva stood on tiptoe and patted the clown on the shoulder, "Just keep up with the guys and don't fall behind." ā€

ā€œ...... Cut ......" Gu Tie, who was always unaccustomed to Xiao Loli's motherly expression, pursed his lips and muttered.

Guns and boots were quite in the way of winding through such narrow places that could not be called roads at all, but the disabled wanderers in front of them turned into fish swimming in the sea, and their steps flowed briskly through the garbage dripping with black water. The sound of gunfire and shouting was completely gone, except for the sound of footsteps, only the rustle of rodents as they devoured things in the darkness broke the silence, and Gu Tie saw several pairs of vigilant green eyes at the base of the wall more than once.

"Zhuoligetu. The Chinese quickened their pace and came behind the Mongols.

"First, sir. The Liuhan shuddered visibly and slowed down: "Fifty more steps away, sir." ā€

Gu Tie suddenly reached out and grabbed the other party's right hand, and pinched his thin wrist with two fingers: "Ask you a few questions, I ask, you answer, don't think." Keep moving forward. ā€

"You, you say......" Zhuoligtu tried to pull out his arm, but his wrist didn't move as if it was caught in a vice, and he grinned: "It hurts......"

"Your name?" Gu Tie asked, staring into his eyes. Lying tests through physiological indicators such as blood pressure, pulse, heart rate, breathing, skin color and so on are inaccurate and unrigorous, trained spies have skills that can fool most lie detectors, and even a seasoned liar can turn lies into truth through self-hypnosis, but now Gu Tie can only try.

"Zhuo, Zhuo Ligetu. Two teardrops hung from the shriveled bags under his eyes, "It hurts, it hurts......

"Age?"

"Forty-two-year-old ......"

"The original career?"

"At first, I was a graduate student in the Department of Biology at the National University of Mongolia, and after graduation, I worked in a laboratory,...... It hurts, it hurts......"

This unexpected answer stunned the Chinese for a moment.

"Yesterday's dinner?"

"I—I can't remember...... It was porridge, a bowl of hot milk porridge......"

"How much money do you have?"

"One, not a single Tugrik ......"

"How far is it to the outskirts?"

"Five, fifty steps, sir! Keep moving forward, you'll be there! Please let go of me, hurt ......"

Gu Tie let go of his fingers. This rogue man named Zhuoligtu was either a gift from heaven or a real liar. He couldn't judge the probabilities of the two for a while, and only knew that what was in front of them was a simple but life-and-death dilemma. To believe, or not to believe.

No matter which choice is made, now is the most appropriate time to shoot and kill the guide, Gu Tie moved his wrist slightly, the aiming line in his mind froze on the back of Zhuo Ligetu's hair messy, and the Mongolian rubbed his right hand while crying and walking, and kept muttering Mongolian words that he didn't understand.

At this time, Eva rushed up and gently pressed the Chinese's pistol, "I smell the wilderness, he didn't lie to us." ā€

"Perhaps the word 'wilderness' refers to a group of special forces smeared with cow dung. Gu Tie glared at the little girl in displeasure.

"Are you going to use your right to order me to kill him? Little Lori raised her head and looked directly into Gu Tie's eyes, a twelve-year-old blonde girl walking in the dark, holding two revolvers, stared at herself with her green eyes, this strange picture made Gu Tie unforgettable for the rest of her life, "Forget it." The Chinese gave in, squeezed out two words with a straight face, and gently put the hammer of the pistol back into place with the thumb of his right hand.

A minute later, the winding alley came to an end, and the sunlight was shining in front of him, Gu Tie reached out and grabbed Zhuo Ligetu's shoulder: "You wait a minute." ā€

Without orders, George, the spearhead of the Glorious Circus, crossed the crowd with an assault rifle, approached the mouth of the alley in a low manner, and slowly opened the rag curtain on his head with the muzzle. "Safe!" he gestured to stand up, turned his head and smiled at everyone: "Outside is the endless Gobi Desert, there is not even a ghost, we are safe, boss, Eva!"

"Get down!"

Gu Tie shouted with all his strength, the smile on the little white-faced George froze, and before he could bend down, a hot bullet whistled through his body, blasting a hole in the wall that was the size of the bowl. "Bang!" the dull sound of gunfire was blown by the wind, "Snipers! each is hidden!" Gu Tie roared wildly and lay down in the foul-smelling garbage, took out his pistol and shot continuously. The moment George lifted the curtain, he saw an ominous silver-white flash coming from a dense camel thorn in the distant Gobi Desert, and by the time he realized that it was the scope reflecting the sunlight, everything had already happened.

George propped himself up from the ground, the laceration wound on his flank gushing blood, "That's the American CheyTac M-200 sniper rifle, point 408-inch bullets, very high accuracy, it's a ...... Good gun......" The little white face, which became more and more pale, moved his lips and slowly crawled into the alley.

Gu Tie's eyes darkened, and several people appeared in front of him to cut off their vision, "You bastards don't want to die! Hurry up and get down!" The companions of the ghost's right hand fulfilled their promise to protect the chosen one, and forged a defensive line with flesh and blood, and the magician Bot stretched out his arms, and countless red fireflies drilled out of his cuffs, and these small points of light began to burn violently as soon as they touched the air, leaving thick smoke and high heat in the air.

"Bang!" the sniper rifle fired again, the 10.36*83mm special bullet grazed George's thigh and drilled into the ground, the strong kinetic energy tore through the nylon training pants, digging out a two-pound piece of flesh alive, the assaulter groaned, and the speed of the crawling forward became even slower.

Gunshots rang out. The chaotic firing of rifles rang out, and the enemy from a distance should have begun to cover it with fire, and a dense barrage blocked the exit of the alley. White smoke filled the air, temporarily blocking the sniper's view, "What to do, Eva?" Half-faced Gies wanted to rush out to rescue George, but he forcibly held back his movements and looked at the leader of the team with one eye.

Little Lori bit her lip: "Let's go the same way......"

"Bote, do you have any heavy weapons?" Gu Tie jumped up suddenly.

"Most of it was left in the car, with only a few grenades and a little explosives. The beard replied.

"Enough, listen to me!" the Chinese clenched his pistol viciously, "rush out, save the little white face, and tear the Mongol who slipped away to shreds!"