And after grabbing what he wanted, how to safely retreat from the control area of this Red Turban Army, the route had already been set when the reconnaissance was carried out just now.

Now there is only one thing Jackie Chan needs to do.

That is to be patient enough and wait quietly for the big fish to swim over.

Ten minutes passed.

A few scattered Red Turban soldiers passed by, one by one excited and proud, and their words were full of contempt for the government troops.

There are also all kinds of boasting about their own records, how brave they are in battle, how many people they killed, and so on.

Show how awesome your fighting power is.

However, this group of "cattle men" did not find out, and in the building not far from them, there was a "hunter" waiting for an opportunity.

A complete set of urban digital camouflage, plus the natural cover of terrain and sky.

Let Jackie Chan, who is based on the second floor, be like a ghost in the darkness, and the Red Turban Army in the past is like a blind man, and none of them have discovered its existence.

About seven or eight minutes passed.

This time, there was finally a big move, and a team of pickup trucks transporting supplies drove over, and the trucks were full of supplies, as well as more than a dozen Red Turban Army.

Eighty percent of these were looted in the city and were ready to be sent to the rear of the Red Turban Army.

Therefore, these are important strategic materials that are indispensable in a large-scale war, but these materials are not the "big fish" that Jackie Chan needs.

In order to avoid startling the snake, Jackie Chan still did not make a move.

Another ten minutes passed!

"Coax~~"

The roar of the engine came from afar.

"Are you coming?"

Jackie Chan said to himself, adjusted the sniper scope, and looked to the right.

I saw a dusty pickup truck, speeding through the city streets at a speed of sixty or seventy yards, and a Red Turban soldier was standing on the back of the car.

As if he had taken a stimulant, he waved his right hand in the car and yelled excitedly.

And the big guy he is holding on to support his body in his left hand is the "big toy" that Jackie Chan has been waiting for for a long time - the domestic Type 58 twin anti-aircraft machine gun.

I thought that there were very few such big guys, and they could wait for an armed pickup truck.

I didn't think I would get it in as soon as I wanted!

This is Jackie Chan's dream car that he wants the most, and now that luck has appeared in front of him, it is impossible to let it go.

Swish!

Mobilize your sniper scope and look at the street on the left.

Swish!

Then I looked at the street on the right.

No other Red Turbans were found, and there were no other vehicles behind the pickup truck, so it was the perfect time to hijack the vehicle.

If it is a multi-person squad working together, these are the jobs of the sub-sniper.

If you go it alone, you can only rely on yourself.

"Baby, get closer, get closer, and you'll be the prey."

Jackie Chan, who completed the collection and observation work, was already confident before he shot and locked the heart of the pickup truck driver with a sniper scope.

300 meters!

100 meters!

50 meters!

"Squeak—"

The pickup truck that came to the intersection clicked on the brakes, causing a loud and screeching noise on the ground.

The driver of the pickup truck had a good time, and he was indeed an experienced veteran driver, confidently throwing out the drift and wanting to float through the corner.

"Just in time!"

Jackie Chan smiled slightly, holding his breath.

The crosshair locks the head of the pickup truck driver, and the advance data is calculated in the mind to predict the left position of the locked neck.

Less than 0.5 seconds.

Fire!

"Bang"

The sound of gunfire was muffled by the screeching of wheels, and the sniper bullet, which had a speed of up to 800 meters per second, crossed the space between the two sides and hit the pickup truck in an instant.

"Ding~"

"Smack~"

The bullet pierced the front windshield, leaving a peanut-sized hole and a spreading crack before hitting the driver in the forehead.

The marksmanship was so accurate that the driver who was shot in the head was killed on the spot.

The pickup truck, which drifted halfway through the intersection, was very dangerous without a driver, and it turned sideways and crashed into a hardware store on the side of the road.

The roof of the wooden canopy in front of the door collapsed, crackling and falling, burying the pickup truck in an instant.

Jackie Chan didn't move, still aiming at the gun.

With a one-foot brake and a drifting handbrake, the speed of the car is actually less than 40 yards, plus the friction and deceleration on the ground, and the cushioning of the wooden house.

Although the Red Turbans in the pickup truck were buried, the chances of death or coma were low.

If you go out rashly at this time, you are likely to be counterattacked.

Cleaning up the red scarves in the car does not have any pressure on Jackie Chan.

The problem was that the AK rifle was not silenced, and the fire was much louder than the Sabr rifle in his hand, and if it was fired, it would attract the nearby Red Turbans.

Jackie Chan also needs to evacuate quietly, and must not alarm the red turban army.

Waiting for a minute to confirm the casualties of the pickup truck, in exchange for avoiding potential trouble, paving the way for the next evacuation, Jackie Chan feels that it is very cost-effective.

The area of the small hardware store is not very large, no more than 4 meters long and about 3 meters high.

The outside occupies the street as an extension, and uses wooden planks, sticks, etc., to support a piece of more than ten square meters, used to shade the sun and rain oilcloth shed.

It was this collapsed tarpaulin that covered the entire Great Wall pickup.

Unable to see the situation under the shed, Jackie Chan could not judge the life and death of the Red Turban Army on the carriage, so he could only wait and see what happened.

A long and short passage of more than ten seconds!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa......"

The planks on the car were pushed away, the blue tarpaulin began to bulge from the middle, and after the sound of the rope, a Red Army soldier crawled out.

"Maru, how did you drive the car, bastard, are you blind?"

A red turban army with a very angry expression was knocked on the head, blood was flowing all over his face, and he got out of the oilcloth and staggered to the front of the car.

It seems that he is going to find out the driver and ask him for his guilt when he is covered in blood.

"Sure enough, it was about the same as expected, but I suffered some skin trauma."

Jackie Chan looked at the Red Turban Army who came out coldly, and once again raised the SABR, which was still in assault rifle mode, and aimed at the Red Turban Army who came out.

The distance between the two sides is only a few tens of meters, and the red dot aiming is completely sufficient.

And Jackie Chan also recognized this guy, the machine gunner who danced on the rear compartment and yelled like a nervous car.

As for the Red Turban Army machine gunner, who didn't hear the gunshots at all, it was completely within Jackie Chan's expectations.

How loud the sound of the Type 58 high-speed machine firing, Jackie Chan knows it very well.

Usually, if you don't wear sound-isolating earplugs, both ears will buzz after a bullet box, and your hearing will drop for a short time after a day of training.

And the shells piled up under the high engine of this car have been covered with a thick layer on the compartment.

To say the least, four or five sets of ammunition boxes have been completed, and more than 1,000 rounds of 14.8 mm high-altitude bullets have been completed.

The Red Turban Heavy had been firing for so long, and without any ear protection, his ears would have been shaken to the point of semi-deafness.

His shouting like a nervous disorder is a manifestation of this state of deafness.

Those who can't hear speak louder.

Coupled with the friction of the drifting tires and the violent engine roar of the diesel engine of the pickup truck, the huge noise is occluded.

Last but not least, Jackie Chan's gun is equipped with a silencer.

The Red Turban did not hear the gunshots, and mistakenly thought that the driver's technical drift failed to hit the wall, which was completely reasonable.

The machine gunner who crawled out was unaware of the danger, and Jackie Chan was not prepared to give him a chance to discover the truth.

"Bang~snort!"

The bullet reached the target in an instant, easily piercing the forehead.

The angle of the shot was very coincidental, and the bullet created a "cavity effect" inside the skull of the Red Turbans, and the tumbling warhead was like a meat grinder.

Stirred up all the brains in his head, and blew the whole back of his head away.

All kinds of red and white, like jets.

squirted seven or eight meters away behind Jackie Chan!

That's when it happened.

Jackie Chan caught through the corner of his eye that at the corner of the street 200 meters away on the left, a team of walking red turban troops suddenly appeared.

Even though it was only walking slowly this way, the lack of acceleration meant that no anomaly was noticed.

But if Jackie Chan doesn't deal with it as soon as possible, when this team of more than ten red turban soldiers comes over, a battle will definitely break out when the two sides meet.

Fighting in the rear controlled by the Red Turbans is not a good idea.

"We can't wait, we have to get it done."

Jackie Chan changed his mind and no longer waited, jumping out of the window on the second floor with one hand.

"Tom~"

With a weight of more than two meters and a piece of equipment, the force of the fall was at least more than a ton, and the crippled roof downstairs collapsed.

The impact of the fall was cushioned, and Jackie Chan rolled off the roof of the car with a small sideways and walked quickly to the armed pickup.

Jackie Chan didn't pay attention to the wooden tarpaulin pressed on the car, took out a pistol and walked directly to the front of the car, opened the door and pointed it inside.

There were also two red turban soldiers who were hit and dizzy, and they didn't get out of the car in a daze, were scrapped on the spot.

Tearing off the red turban army who was headshot, Jackie Chan sat in the cab and closed the car door, roughly checked the dashboard and started ignition again.

"Hum ~ Boom Boom Boom Boom ......Boom T

The first ignition failed, and the second ignition made the engine move smoothly.

Jackie Chan skillfully operated the reverse gear, pulling out the armed pickup truck, which was only slightly deformed at the front, from the collapsed wooden debris.

Slow detachment at a slow speed can reduce the noise of debris falling from the car.

Strive not to be heard by the Red Turban Army 200 meters away.

"Silk-pop!"

As the last bit of tarpaulin slid out, the armed pickup was back in the middle of the road again.

Still don't dare to make the movement bigger, Jackie Chan stepped on the gas pedal slightly, let the pickup truck slowly start to accelerate, and the speed entered 10 kilometers and then switched to 2nd gear.

There was no violent roar of the engine, only a slight vibration of the engine.

Silently!

Jackie Chan cut the car to 3rd gear, and the pickup truck had left the corner for nearly 200 meters, drove into the pre-set route, and quickly disappeared into this street.

The corner of the street has once again returned to its previous calm.

If it weren't for the collapse of a hardware store next to it and the two red-scarves lying on the ground, no one would have guessed that just now, at this corner, there was a violent "car robbery incident".

It was not yet twelve o'clock at noon.

The fiery red sun hung high in the sky, and the sunlight shining down was extremely hot.

Elsewhere in Kandal, the government and the Red Turbans are still fighting fiercely, with both sides fighting not only for their territory, but also for their own lives.

Almost all of the transferred Red Turban Army has already been thrown into the battle in the city.

Therefore, at present, this area belongs to the area controlled by the Red Turban Army, and there are not too many Red Turban Army soldiers, except for passing by.

In addition, Jackie Chan deliberately avoided it, and when he saw the Red Turban Army in front of him from a distance, he would switch routes to bypass it.

Jackie Chan was in danger all the way, smoothly passing through the small half of the city and arriving on the main road outside the city, without fighting.

Looking at the vast grassland outside the city, Jackie Chan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

During this time in the capital city of Kandal, whether it is a seemingly easy headshot game, a tense escort all the way, or the final halfway robbery and car robbery.

Jackie Chan's nerves all over his body, and even tendon cells.

There was not even the slightest bit of relaxation.

Maintaining this high-intensity combat state is not only an extremely mentally exhausting thing, but also an extremely physically demanding thing.

Now that the mental vigilance has been relaxed outside the city, hunger has taken over the high point of the body.

Food is to a soldier what fuel is to a vehicle and ammunition is to a weapon.

Closely related and indispensable.

The U.S. military, which has always been picky about military rations, has this statement on their packaging: "Restricting food types and nutrients can lead to rapid weight loss, which can lead to loss of strength, stamina, motivation, and mental alertness." ”

From this short and scientific description, it can be completely deduced.

Food has an important impact on a soldier's ability to fight.

"Canned braised pork, so nostalgic taste, it's a pity...... If you don't heat it, it's really greasy, and you can only eat it in a special situation. ”

"Canned braised beef, the taste is OK, it's sweet and silky, it's a bit uncomfortable to eat like this, if you add a few millet peppers and cook it, it should be very refreshing."

"Individual self-heating rations, although this thing is a dehydrated version of pickle fried rice, the taste is definitely the best and most convenient in it."

"Yo, I almost forgot, and ham, worthy of the embassy's stock."

……

Jackie Chan drove the pickup truck all the way with his left hand, opened the tactical backpack with his right hand, took out a piece of military dry food, and commented while eating.

At Jackie Chan's current speed, if nothing else, he can reach Dr. Chen's "St. Fran Chinese Hospital" in two hours.

There was enough food there!

Jackie Chan has not eaten well in the past two days, so he doesn't have so many scruples, except for two packs of spare and unpalatable compressed biscuits, all other rations are in his stomach.

While eating with his mouth, his eyes were not idle, constantly looking at the roadside terrain.

The armed pickup truck had plenty of fuel and the hardened roads built with the help of the aid were flat, so it could run to the town of Sankuga in one go.

But after driving for less than an hour, Jackie Chan stopped on the side of the road.

Following Jackie Chan's gaze, a cement bridge more than ten meters long appeared in front of him, and there was an intersection at the head of the bridge.

Jackie Chan took out his three-proof satellite mobile phone, opened the direction positioning software, and then took out the map found in Zumar, and compared it for careful identification. (End of chapter)