The young man lit a cigarette, turned off the car lights and engine, and shook his leg in military boots on the car window. Surrounded by a silent grassland, its silence is different from the wilderness. It's already late autumn, and one can still feel a vitality lurking here, as if the grass seeds under the soil are quietly sprouting.
The sound of an engine came from a distant place, and he extinguished his cigarette butt. When the engine noise passed, he started the car and opened the phone. "I saw a fox, follow him now," he said
There are less than 24 hours left until the end of the election, and I hope the fox can find its nest. Be careful of that eye in the sky, "said someone on the phone, with a hoarse voice from years of smoking cigars.
It's okay, Mercury is on the other side of the earth now, and Luna's eyes can't see me, "the young man whispered.
He suddenly turned off the engine again.
His ears had already caught the sound of the engines of the mobile troops in the distance. It can be confirmed that it was a fast-moving unit, and he could distinguish the roar of armored personnel carriers from the sound of engines.
Quickly, "he muttered to himself," the ram has arrived
Bartel? Are you sure? "The person on the phone asked.
At this speed, it seems that they started a bit later than the fox, but with a large number of people and forces. The only one who can mobilize so many armed forces from Mtskheta now is the Secret Service, Bartel from the Secret Service. The fox is going to be terrible, "the young man whispered.
Bartel got out of the jeep and was greeted by the adjutant wearing a helmet.
How's it going? "Bartel asked.
The sniper has arrived, and the personnel of each group have entered the reserve point. They can launch a surprise attack in 45 minutes
Once the order is given, drive Balji out of the nest and deal with him. Don't let your guard down, we haven't won everything yet. "Bartel took the telescope handed to him by the adjutant and looked out at the lonely single family villa on the grassland in the distance.
Yes! Balji still has a garrison around him, and these people have been following and loyal to him, even though they are not many in number, they may also be a hindrance to us
Their life or death is not a problem, all I care about is Peng Baoji
Understood! "The adjutant hesitated for a moment." Colonel, have we obtained the permit
Bartel gazed into the distance and silently took out the document sealed in the special envelope of the Secret Service from his jacket pocket, handing it to the deputy officer. "With a valid signed permit, we are authorized to use force against Balji. Tell the snipers that they have the right to know who they are killing. But they are only weapons of death, and regardless of the final outcome, it is not the weapons but the decision-makers who are punished, so they don't have to worry
The adjutant opened it and gave a military salute, 'I understand, Colonel. But...'
But what? "Batel turned to look at him.
Becoming a weapon... is it still shameful for soldiers, right? "The adjutant said no more and turned to leave.
Shameful or not, we must live first, "Bartel whispered, as if talking to himself.
The lonely villa stands in the center of the grassland, like a shepherd's hut. Many years ago, a wealthy businessman who owned a horse farm here built this villa and lived there until his death. His children donated the entire horse farm and villa to the Caucasian government according to his will, and then left their homeland. The grassland around the villa is sparse, with only sparse shrubs, and there is a small forest 1000 meters away.
The afternoon sun had dimmed, and the commander crouched down in the woods, raising his telescope to look at the villa in the distance. He turned on the communication device and said, "A group of hunting dogs reports that they have entered the combat position, about 1000 meters away from the villa
Received, ready at any time, we will have a tough battle, "said the person on the other side of the line.
Is that Colonel Bartel
It's me, "Bartel finished the communication.
Stay hidden! "The commander switched to the internal channel and transmitted a message to his team," The attack order may be issued at any time, we are waiting here
Yes! "Came a neat and uniform voice from the walkie talkie.
There are still about thirty enemy soldiers, all of whom are guerrilla fighters following Balji. Their combat effectiveness is strong, so don't let your guard down, "the commander lowered his voice." It's up to you. The goal is to kill all opponents except for Peng Balji
Arrest him? "A team member asked on the channel.
No. To repeat, we can't kill that person, and we don't need to arrest him. We're just 'hunting dogs' chasing prey out of their nests, and it's the hunting master who shoots them, "the commander squinted his eyes." Don't always take responsibility for killing yourself
Hound "is the code name for the assault team. People on the grassland have a traditional hunting method. Hounds chase foxes, herdsmen ride horses with long spears and wait, and clever hunting dogs will block the fox's path without biting it - it will damage its fur. The end of everything is a gunshot.
Understood! "The team member replied.
Keep quiet and wait for instructions
The deputy turned around.
Batel is staring at the military map.
Have the snipers been arranged yet? "Bartel said.
There's no problem now
I'm worried about someone, "Bartel said.
What about hunting dogs and foxes
His appearance now will add unnecessary variables to our chessboard, "Bartel looked at his watch." We only need 13 more hours to obtain the Caucasus. It would be best if there was something to hold the fox back for a while
Does he know our action goal? "The deputy asked.
I don't know, but I'm worried that their weird computer can guess for itself, "Bartel glanced at him." Have you heard? A computer that can predict the future
The adjutant smiled and expressed disbelief.
Don't relax or be optimistic. L.M.A. people are not fools until they are optimistic. Even if they are prey, they are the most cunning prey. We are fighting foxes, and as hunters, it is shameful to lose to the foxes. Although I don't want to offend L.M.A. too much, I can kill the fox if necessary. "Batel pointed to the map and said, "Let the three groups of hunting dogs make a 200 meter movement towards the northwest by fifteen degrees. There is a gap in their firepower circle
Is it necessary? "The deputy questioned," We have an absolute advantage in terms of numbers. We have already deployed 120 elite agents, and they are still coming in a continuous stream
A small gap is fatal, L.M.A.'s battle examples have taught us many lessons like this! "Bartel raised his voice and called for three groups of hunting dogs
Three groups of hunting dogs, three groups of hunting dogs... "the adjutant began to call out.
His face suddenly became extremely strange.
Three groups of hunting dogs! Three groups of hunting dogs! "His voice became tense.
Bartel suddenly turned back, and at this moment he heard the roar of the engine.
The name 'Hound Fox!' almost escaped from his mouth, and he didn't care about hiding. He rushed out of his disguise and lifted his telescope.
Just as he pointed out the gap in the firepower net, a black off-road Jeep raced towards the villa at maximum speed.
Three groups of hunting dogs! Three groups of hunting dogs! "The adjutant shouted at the walkie talkie.
That group has already been taken care of by him! "Bartel grabbed the walkie talkie." All firepower, call all firepower! We can't let him enter the villa
Lin was driving a Jeep, twisting huge curves at crazy speed.
He used to play this game on the road in Mtskheta, when only a machine gun was chasing him. But now he feels like there are guns all over the sky and earth. Suddenly, fully armed soldiers burst out of the seemingly calm forest, firing various light and heavy weapons at once.
Sniper! Where is the sniper? "Batel shouted.
Can't keep up, his speed is too fast! "The sniper replied.
Bartel fell silent for a moment and said, 'Activate the metal storm!'
Lin was only 700 meters away from the villa when he heard two voices. Even in the barrage of hundreds of guns, he could easily distinguish the strange metal friction sound and the thick wind. He looked up and saw the huge black shadow of the armed helicopter covering his head... He was familiar with that sound, although he had only heard it once in his life. It was the last night when the army withdrew from Mtskheta. In the Capitol, his keen hearing captured the terrifying metal sound, like the loud bang of thousands of guns loaded at once. Then the metal barrage tore apart the wings of the Capitol building.
Metal Storm is a doomsday metal flow weapon.
And the seemingly deserted villa suddenly had its window glass shattered, and dozens of guns peeked out from it, all of which were pointed towards the forest. Lin had no chance to declare his identity, although he had anticipated this danger before launching this adventurous charge.
The dragon began to breathe, and the gunshots of the helicopter descended like thunder from the sky. Lin took a desperate step and pressed the gas pedal to the maximum. The off-road Jeep finally couldn't withstand the undulating road surface, and the entire body tilted. Lin jumped up at the last moment and fell fiercely onto the grass, rolling out in a series.
He felt as if he had fallen apart in pain, but these were nothing compared to the approaching bullets.
But the bullets were not as dense as he had expected, and with the roar of the helicopter's machine gun, the first thing to mute was the metal storm system. The metal storm system set at the edge of the forest was turned into a pile of scrap metal by the high-speed machine guns of armed helicopters, and then the two large caliber machine guns, far superior to ordinary infantry weapons, sprayed huge fan-shaped shots, successfully suppressing the firepower of the secret agency agents.
Lin was momentarily stunned.
The hatch of the armed helicopter was forcefully pushed open by someone, and the pilot took off his headphones, staring at Lin from several tens of meters away. That is a familiar face, the intelligence trafficker of Dalat Road, the cunning rabbit - Gerzler.
Run! Theo! Run! "Geller roared in the fierce wind stirred up by the helicopter," Only 500 meters away! He's waiting for you in that house
Lin had never seen such an expression on his face before.
Then he turned around and took big strides on the grassland, running wildly. His mind went blank, and now only his legs were in motion. It was like many years ago on the track in Fernaces, Nathan Mann was holding a stopwatch and riding a bicycle behind him, shouting wildly, "Quick! Quick! Quick! Quick! Your 400 meters must be run in less than a minute! Quick! Quick! Quick! Otherwise, you'll die
Hurry up... hurry up... or else you'll die!
The sound of machine guns was deafening, and stray bullets repeatedly brushed past him. He was no longer afraid of anything, as if those stinging bees were just causing a small pain. The dark muzzle in front of him was getting closer and closer, 100 meters... 90 meters... 80 meters... 70... 60... 50... The main entrance of the villa was flashing in front of him, like a ribbon at the end of a track and field.
40... 30... 20... 10... He hit the door fiercely like a cannonball and rolled into the villa. Several stray bullets hit the door, leaving marks like they were pierced by a cone.
Dozens of assault rifles were pointed at his head.
Lin stood up and blocked all the guns, looking at the leader with the rank of colonel on his shoulder without any hesitation, "I am not the enemy
But you almost died at our gunpoint, "the colonel extended his hand," welcome, Hound Fox
500 meters away, the armed helicopter slowly landed on the grassland, and the gunshots ceased.
How did he come? "Lin looked at the people in the helicopter, while Geller tightly held the control stick and looked straight at the forest.
Because he is Gerzler, "said the colonel.
Who is Geller
The First Caucasian Army, the 'Hare' of the Fourth Regiment, Major Sen Gezler, "the colonel handed Lin the walkie talkie in his hand.
Lin hesitated and turned on the call switch.
Hi, hare, "he said.
Hi, fox, "Geller's light and lively voice rang out.
Lin smiled, cut off communication, and handed the walkie talkie back to the colonel.
We have reached a balance of power. The Secret Service will not launch an attack easily until we receive orders, "Lin patted the gray on his body.
The general is waiting for you upstairs, "the colonel dodged the road.