In the jungle at three o'clock in the morning, ghostly figures dispersed.

After Catherine chose the sniper position, the others also went to the designated position, although the number was small, but it was also necessary to form an encirclement.

The night wind blew through the trees, making a sound like waves.

This movement also perfectly conceals their whereabouts.

High in the tree, a pair of sharp eyes scanned.

Ethan looked down at the factory and pressed the microphone to point out to the others what to look out for.

Around the factory, there is a wooden fence that resembles a horse.

Needless to say, this is either to defend against beasts or against possible enemies.

In the other direction, there is a wooden gate.

Outside is a small road, and the people who make the independent factory should usually enter and exit from here.

There were several cars parked next to it, and gasoline barrels were piled up.

In addition to the armed guards patrolling back and forth in the factory, three improvised fortifications were repaired in a triangular shape to bring the surrounding area into the attack.

A circle of sandbags was piled up at the fortifications, and an M249 light machine gun was placed on each of them.

White smoke rises and figures sway.

The men in charge of the fortifications inside, their faces were tired, and their mouths were full of scarlet light, and they were leaning on the sandbags and smoking their leaves.

This pleasant appearance caused the people on foot patrol to let out a curse.

"The RPG will knock out the other two fortifications first."

Ethan lightly descended from the tree, and after landing on the ground, he pressed the microphone and continued: "The closest place to me, just leave it to me." ”

From now on, the biggest threat to them is the three light machine guns.

The sound of personnel in place sounded one after another.

He ripped the night vision device up, grabbed a nearby rocket, and stuffed it into the RPG-7.

Around, no movement can be heard.

In the woods, the sound of insects chirping has weakened a lot, as if I feel an inexplicable murderous aura.

"A minute later, let's get moving."

Matt's voice came from the headset: "When the time comes, listen to my command." ”

Ethan flicked the bazooka and easily pushed it over his shoulder, leaning against the trunk of the tree, aiming at the improvised fortifications diagonally opposite.

A gust of wind blew, and his brain cleared.

However, the body felt a little hot, and after being attacked by a beating, and after two days of incubation, the killing intent was almost uncontrollable.

"Do it."

In the headset, a hurried voice sounded.

"Huh."

The trigger was pulled instantly, and the tail flame of the rocket was particularly conspicuous in the dark night, like a meteor, flying forward.

There is more than one meteor.

In the other direction, a rocket also flew out of the dim woods.

The people in the fortifications didn't have time to react.

As soon as the afterimage was found in the eyeball, the rocket pierced fiercely, and the next moment, two loud bangs echoed in the jungle one after another.

The earth flew into the sky with the stumps.

A second later, they fell next to the blown up light machine guns.

"Bang bang."

Crisp gunshots, heard from afar.

Catherine's sniper rifle in her hand let out a cry.

The sniper rifle burst out a few balls of flames, and the bullet flew out of the barrel at high speed, hitting the generator in the corner of the factory, splashing a few balls of sparks, and the light of the entire factory disappeared instantly.

The next moment, gunfire flashed in the black rumbling woods.

The guards patrolling on foot exploded into clouds of blood mist, and these people were attacked one after another, and quickly scattered in all directions to dodge.

But their speed of movement, in the face of high-speed flying bullets, is as slow as a snail.

In just a few moments, five or six people were shot and killed.

The moment the rocket was launched, Ethan discarded it.

The monocular night vision device was flicked down, stuck tightly in front of the eyes, and the whole person's vision became two colors, one side was dark green, and the other side was dim.

Fortunately, on the way over, I have been used to it for a while.

This strange visual difference can no longer have any effect on him.

He picked up the AR15, pointed at the remaining fortification, and the two people inside were hurriedly rushing to the side of the light machine gun, trying to control the big killer.

"Bang bang."

The tongue of fire licked, and several bullets struck the two men with precision.

After spilling a few clumps of liquid, the two fell.

With the help of night vision devices, this is a one-sided massacre, and these people are powerless to fight back.

Knocking the two men over, Ethan quickly sprang out from behind the trunk.

Like an arrow off the string, it shoots towards the independence factory.

In a short distance of more than ten meters, he easily swept by, supported the horse with one hand, and jumped up in the air.

As soon as it hit the ground, the assault rifle flashed flames.

The gun in his hand thumped, knocking over the fleeing figures, and his footsteps moved rapidly, approaching the improvised fortification.

The muzzle of the gun moved to a person, who was preparing to fire.

The next moment, the man's head exploded like a watermelon, and he died a tragic death.

He flew back and looked back.

In the woods, from time to time, a crisp sound of gunfire rang out, and Catherine kept checking for them in the distance, releasing cold guns.

Matt and the others, following Ethan's movements, climbed over the low fence one after another.

The people in the factory are not vegetarians.

In Ethan's radar, a large number of light points surged, and in a burst of shouting and scolding, he began to shoot back.

For a time, there was a lot of gunfire.

The people in the wooden house opened fire through the window, and although the sight was not as convenient as Ethan's, it was still okay to shoot at the place where the fire was lit.

Coupled with the effect of moonlight, the scene is not so dim.

The bullets that flew in made the several people who launched the attack quickly find cover.

"Puff puff."

Bullets flew indiscriminately, and clouds of dust were splashed on the ground.

Ethan pounced, rolled over and hid inside the fortifications.

Beside him were the two corpses that had just been shot by himself, and his eyes that had lost their light glared at the boss and looked at the sky.

I thought it was safest to stay here, but I didn't expect to die the fastest.

"Bang bang bang."

The attack was frustrated, and the four of Matt, Phillips, and the four of them invariably took out the grenades on their bodies and threw them at the people who rushed out of the cabin, and explosions rang out one after another.

Listening to the screams, Ethan smiled and picked up the big pineapple beside him.

The magazine of 200 rounds is now all cheap.

Picking up the M249 light machine gun with both arms, he stepped on the sandbag and pressed the trigger fiercely against the wooden house in front of him where the gunfire was most intense.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

Fingers snapped quickly, and fierce gunfire erupted.

The thin wooden wall was easily torn apart, debris was scattered, and the bullet hit holes one after another, and flew into it at a rapid pace.

Touched and touched, the limbs were immediately broken.

The one hit on the head exploded like a watermelon in an instant, and the bullet swept through the house like a wind sweeping away leaves.

In just a few seconds, all the points of light inside disappeared.

A gust of night wind blew, and with a strong smell of blood, it slapped on his body and face.

"Hatch~"

His nose tickled, he sneezed heavily, and this wave of fierce attacks finally stopped, and the whole battlefield was dead silent.

The next moment, countless bullets came madly and stared at Ethan's position.

Just now he was the most beautiful boy here, but now he has become the most embarrassed.

He lay on the ground, feeling the bullets flying over his head, and the sandbags around him were also smashed.

A puff of sand flew up and splashed down on him.

"Fack!"

Ethan yelled, "Fire cover." ”

These bandits also have heavy firepower on their bodies, and when a few little guys throw them over, the joke will be bigger.

"Bang."

As soon as the words fell, an explosion sounded next to him.

The abdominal cavity lying on the ground shook with the explosion, and the raised dirt fell on his body with a crackle.

Say grenades, and the grenades arrive.

Frightened, he dragged the light machine gun and quickly rolled out of the fortification.

Use your hands and feet together and quickly crawl to the side.

Fortunately, his arrogant attack attracted the firepower of many people, allowing Matt and them to seize the opportunity to fire wildly at those who dared to take the lead, and seven or eight people were overturned.

After rolling on the ground a few times, the light machine gun erupted again.

After sweeping around a wooden hut that kept returning fire, and after killing four or five points of light, he finally emptied the magazine.

Hitting people through the wall can only be covered by fire.

Bullets, naturally, are used faster, and he is very satisfied with the current results.

Swept two rooms and killed at least a dozen people.

Combined with the attack on the patrol just now, the little thirty people have already died at their guns.

Now the gunfire has become sparse, and the crowd is slowly approaching.

This is the most dangerous time, and in these large and small wooden houses, there may be people waiting to cast cold guns.

Close quarters of gunfights are much more dangerous.

Ethan threw away the light machine gun, which had turned into a stick, grabbed the assault rifle he had just carried behind him, bent over and quickly moved to a wooden shed, over the thin, improvised wooden wall, and moved inside.

Leaning against a wooden table, he paused, intending to settle down.

"Ugh."

I sniffed, and the air was filled with a foul smell.

Raising his head and looking up, he saw light bulbs like heaters, densely packed like nets, hanging less than a meter from the wooden table.

Standing up quietly, he took a breath of cold air.

In this shed, there are seven or eight wooden tables, and the edges of the boxy table tops are surrounded by wooden boards.

Inside, it's covered with things.

The tables in this shed are all white, slimy-looking items.

On each table, there is also a wooden rake.

It's like the farming tools he used to turn rice at home when he was a child, but it's much smaller.

Ethan glanced around, this was supposed to be the final step in making the flour, and the light bulbs on it were used to dissipate the heat, which was then turned by the workers.

Let the sticky stuff inside and dry it into flour.

Next to it, there is also a workbench.

The flour was wrapped in oiled paper and stacked on top of each other like square bricks, and there were nearly 100 pounds of flour in this shed, to say the least, and I don't know how much it would be produced in a day or for how long.

Colombia's lone lords amassed astronomical wealth through factories in the jungle.

"Bang bang."

A gunshot rang out to bring him back to his senses.

Ethan held on to the assault rifle and quickly moved to the side, now is not the time to stop, the enemy, still not give up stubborn resistance.

Footsteps struck over two corpses on the ground.

"Huh."

The muzzle of the gun is raised, and the finger is released.

Sandro, who was wearing the same bulletproof helmet as him, appeared at the corner of the room in front of him, and the other party was startled by Ethan's quick reaction, and before he could even complete the dodge action, he was targeted by the crosshair.

This guy forgot to mark him.

Ethan shrugged his shoulders, marked him with a thought, waved his arms, and the two walked forward left and right.

One looked at his surroundings, the other at the window above.

When walking, don't dare to make too much noise.

The people in the factory are all holding AKs, and the wooden walls are as fragile as paper paste in front of the 7.62mm bullets.

Ugh.

Ethan let out a soft sound and motioned for Sandro to stop.

Inside, it's quiet.

Despite his doubts, Sandro did not hesitate to pull out the grenade, followed Ethan to pull out the safety bolt at the same time, waved his hand into the wooden window, and then quickly moved towards the front door.

In Sandro's opinion, even if there is no one inside, wasting a grenade is not a big deal.

Breaking in with a gun is a brain disease.

Although there may be workers inside, it does not affect Ethan's actions in the slightest, who stipulates that workers cannot shoot, and there are several people who can do this kind of work are good at stubble.

Those who can appear in this place are not wronged when they die.

Bang bang.

After the two explosions, screams rang out from inside the house.

Grab the guardrail, roll over and jump up the steps, and kick at the wooden door.

"Bump."

The simple wooden door slammed open open.

Sandro quickly pounced on him, and Ethan quickly followed, and there were several large bunks in the room, hiding five or six people, men and women, all of whom were blown to a bloody pulp and were howling.

Seeing someone rushing in, the people inside wanted to shoot back.

The two of them pulled the trigger at the same time, and the heads of the people who were about to die were struggling open, and blood splattered, staining the wooden walls red.

Ethan continued to turn the muzzle of the gun, but stopped moving.

A teenage boy huddled in a corner, looking at himself with horror in his eyes.

He struggled and gritted his teeth.

Bang bang.

With a wisp of green smoke in his hand, he strode out of the house.

"You're a kind person."

Sandro glanced at the little boy who had been beaten in the palm of his hand, and walked out of the cabin with Ethan: "Don't look at their young age, maybe they have killed people a long time ago, and many lone thieves like to use the Boy Scouts." ”

Standing on the steps, Ethan glanced at Sandro coldly:

"What about you?"

"Mr. Sandro, do you like to use the Boy Scouts?"

The question that can be asked shows that the other party already knows his identity, and it must have been told by Matt.

There is no need for Sandro to deny this.

"I don't like it."

Ethan's scalp was numb when he saw it, and after two seconds, he shook his head silently: "I swear, never used it." ”

With a shake of his head, he saw the window diagonally opposite, and quietly stretched out a pistol.

"Be careful."

With a loud roar, he rushed forward and knocked Ethan down.

"Bang!"

(End of chapter)