Chapter 121: The Jungle Counterattack

To kill people to silence, Sanders clearly attributed the reason for their attack to this. Zhao Li had no objection to this. Although he did not see the scene where the monster was dealt with in the end, it was indeed not something that ordinary people should see.

Zhao Li was also very angry about the attacks the two had suffered. Almost, if he hadn't just obtained a high-tech bulletproof vest, he would have been a corpse.

Zhao Li has experienced transferring himself to a prison that he cannot leave in order to protect others, and has also seen imprisoning people for the sake of certain secrets of some people for the rest of his life, and even experienced sent himself to a place where no bird lays eggs because of doubting himself, although this seems to be his own choice.

However, what Zhao Li hated the most was to kill someone to silence the silence. Last time, because of this ridiculous and sad reason, only the old warden who worked with Zhao Li was still alive. This time, he once again appreciated this feeling because he saw something he might not have seen.

Regardless of any other reason, there is always a reason to say it, but this time, he did not ask for anything but a mistake and started directly. Even the clay Buddha is still a little bit of fire, not to mention that Zhao Li is a member of a violent machine trained by federal unification, and behind him there were a group of perverts who were murderous and perverted to train him for a year.

"Zhao Li, I don't know if you still have the stupid idea of ​​not killing people, but this time it's different." Sanders gave Zhao Li a vaccination in advance: "If you don't kill people, others will kill you! There is no room for maneuver, understand?"

"I understand!" Although Zhao Li does not like killing people very much, there is no room for him to choose in this situation. Sanders is right. If you don't kill people, others will kill you. Zhao Li doesn't want to use his life to add another achievement to those inexplicable people.

Sanders looked at Zhao Lidi's eyes quietly, as if he wanted to see from it whether he was lying. After all, this was a murder, not other people. Zhao Li's calm eyes seemed to indicate that he had accepted such indoctrination. Finally, Sanders nodded and waved his hand: "Set out! Remember, this is a jungle hunt, don't say that you have forgotten those skills."

Zhao Li nodded again, and the two disappeared in the vast jungle one after another.

In the air, a man with a commander-like appearance was furious: "It's been five hours, and the traces of those two guys have not been found yet. Are you all idiots?"

"Sir..." An explanation of lack of confidence came from the communicator, but just after calling you, you were interrupted by the commander: "I don't care what method you use, I just want those two people to live! Your actions are the highest secret. Anyone who sees your actions must shut up forever, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!" the other party replied loudly, listening to the sound, but it seemed like a trained warrior.

"There was blood at the beginning. They must have been infected with the disabled virus. After five hours, even the two elephants should have lie down and waited to die. The search range should be increased immediately. You must find them and confirm that they cannot speak a word!" The commander did not speak, but there was a man who was not wearing a military uniform but was wearing a white scientific research coat next to him.

When he interrupted, the commander not only did not object to any objection, but instead added a few more words: "They passed through the water and should have washed their bodies in the water, so it is difficult to track down the disabled virus. Unless the virus multiplies in large quantities, it should be almost the same in five hours. Look along the river bank and be sure to find it!"

"Yes, sir!" Another voice of approval came from the communicator.

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"Report, traces of their passing have been found!" A soldier reported excitedly.

"Continue to track!" The chief's face finally improved a little.

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"Finding a camping location for them, but not seeing them." After a long time, another soldier's report was heard.

"Then it should be not far away. Find them immediately!" The commander shouted. Camping? He was infected with the disability virus. After a violent escape, he was definitely paralyzed and unable to move. The person was definitely nearby. The commander often let out a breath, and finally he was about to solve it.

Shortly after the commander gave the command, the fourth group of soldiers who arrived first dispersed under the command of the team leader. Everyone knows that as long as the infection is infected, it will inhibit the human body's movement system. In just a few hours, a strong man is as soft as a pile of mud. This virus is not fatal, it will only cause people to lose their ability to move, and is the best way to capture things invading people. Moreover, when the disability virus reproduces in large quantities, it will secrete a unique smell that the human nose cannot smell, but it can be quickly found through the special electronic nose.

This brand new virus is said to be the latest development. No one else has special antidote except them. Even these soldiers were injected with immune vaccines a few days before departure, and they could not be affected by this disable virus within a few months.

The commander sat quietly on a large chair, waiting to hear good news. The white coat next to him also sat silently, and the two of them stared at each other. This was something that no one expected during the confidential mission. The entire area had been cleaned up once, but two people appeared. Now they can only wait for the result, and there is no other way.

"Hmph", a muffled groan appeared in everyone's communicator. However, everyone thought that this sound was accidentally stepped on the air or encountered something, and no one cared about it.

"Kala", this clear sound, everyone thought it had touched some branch or something.

Many ordinary sounds were mixed with the sounds of many people searching for them, and were covered up perfectly. However, the commander soon discovered that the sounds coming from the communicator were gradually becoming a little sparse.

"Search carefully in each team!" The commander once again reminded: "You must find someone!" A few simple answers came from the communicator, and the number of people was pitiful.

"What's going on?" This time the commander did not turn on the communicator, but asked the white coat next to him.

Under the scrutiny of the commander, the white coat turned on the communicator positioning function and displayed it on the screen. In less than half a minute, sweat broke out on both faces.

There are at least about thirty people in the search team displayed on the screen, and they are still motionless from the beginning until now. This is the search team, and it means nothing and there is no report yet. Both of them know very well.

"There is an enemy attack!" The commander decisively turned on the communicator and warned all the personnel. More than 30 people and six teams of troops were actually wiped out silently. Who did they get into trouble? There were almost a dozen people left, and there were more than two groups of less than three groups. They had to remind them to be careful.

As soon as he finished speaking, it seemed as if he had ignited a pile of gunpowder. A violent gunfire sounded in the communicator, annihilated the commander's voice.

What is certain is that the other party has been listening to everyone's calls until the commander's warning just now let them know that there is no chance of assassination.

The gunshots had stopped, and the commander and the white coat looked at the screen with some distracted eyes, all the highlights of the position and the location were still in place without any movement. None of the two said anything, but they all knew that the only two groups of people below were now in an accident.

Are there really two opponents? Or is there someone who designed an ambush specifically for this local operation? The first thought that flashed in the commander's mind was actually this.

This operation was completely top secret, and even the soldiers under his command did not know what the specific content was. When they arrived here, they were only arrested on orders and never disclosed any of them. How could so many people be wiped out in just one hour?

Two guys infected with the disability virus can solve all 50 people? This kind of thing is ten thousand times less than the probability of suddenly falling a bunch of meteorites in the sky and killing all 50 people. The only possibility is that this was arranged in advance.

Not to mention whether anyone will appear temporarily in such remote places, it is just an antidote to the disability virus. It is impossible for outsiders to have it except for their own people.

"No matter who you are, the antidote from the disabled virus can definitely be traced to the flow. You are dead!" The commander threatened the communicator gloomyly. He believed that the people below could hear so many targets. He could not determine where the attackers were by positioning the communicator, and he would have no capital to continue to accurately strike in the air.

After saying this, regardless of whether the people below could hear it, the commander hung up the communication fiercely. This action was so angry, how could it turn out like this? Just as he took a breath and wanted to calm down his anger, he heard a white coat beside him shouting: "Oh no..."

"Disable virus?" The sound from the headphones made Zhao Li repeat. There was a hint of vigilance in his heart. However, when he lowered his head and saw the corpse beside him, Zhao Li's heart couldn't help but sink again.

Zhao Li had never killed anyone. When robbing amethyst stone and destroying the black prison mercenary group, Zhao Li had killed anyone. However, most of the people he killed were killed with guns and broke his neck with his own hands. There was only one level 8 master who threatened Li Mengdie's life at that time.

Killing masters who threaten their own lives is one thing, and killing someone who has almost no ability to resist is another thing. From the first person killed by Zhao Li, Zhao Li knew that this was definitely not an elite special forces, but a very ordinary soldier.

Under Zhao Li's secret raid, no one could block his attack. Even the most basic sound could not be achieved. More than a dozen people in a row used the most techniques, covering the target's mouth from behind, and then quickly twisting the enemy's neck. Of course, there are also times when using military spikes to pierce the enemy's heart when necessary.

Practice makes perfect, and the skills that lurk in the dense forest have become more and more mature under the pressure of many people searching. The methods of killing are also more skillful.

However, when he and Sanders used guns to eliminate several targets that had been aimed at and carefully examined the corpse in front of them, they saw a face with wide eyes, their mouths also opened, but they could not shout out any sound.

The young face shows the other party's age, and it is no older than Zhao Li. At best, it is a young boy who has just come out of the recruit training camp. His tender face is full of unwillingness and fear, and a little bit of pain.

This is the first time Zhao Li saw his face, which was killed by his own hands and was close to him. In an instant, a string seemed to be plucked in Zhao Li's heart, and he felt a trance in his mind. There was a voice in his heart constantly asking: "Is this what I did? Did I do it?"

Even if he closed his eyes, the young and tender face would still appear in front of Zhao Li, so clear. Zhao Li couldn't help but want to shout a few times, but finally he held it back when the sound came out of his throat. Who knows if there are any enemies, it's too dangerous to shout like this.

Sanders over there had confirmed the deaths of those who were shot in the middle, and hurried over to meet Zhao Li, and was seeing Zhao Li's performance like this.

"Why, can't stand it?" He casually crushed the communicator on Zhao Li's head, and asked Zhao Li viciously with some murderous intent that had just killed dozens of people.

"I don't know!" Sanders came back just in time, and his words also made Zhao Li completely calm down. He picked up his hands and looked at it. There were no scars on it. However, in Zhao Li's feeling, these hands were full of blood.

"There are only a few people. When I led the team to conduct practical training for the first time, the team of seven people was facing siege of at least 400 people. In the end, all the enemies were destroyed, but my team members were only left except me. After returning, they had to amputate him and completely withdraw from the army." Sanders began to recall his military career, and at the same time cheered Zhao Li: "Do you want to be the corpses that were killed, or do you want to be the one who was amputated and withdrawn from the army?"

Zhao Li didn't want to be anyone, so he looked at the corpse in front of him, opened his hand and answered firmly: "I'm just a little unaccustomed to it, and it will get better soon."

"Yes, the first time I used such a ruthless move, I could kill more than a dozen of them with my own hands, which was better than me at that time." After slapping, Sanders began to praise Zhao Li. He patted his shoulder, and then changed the topic: "These guys are so mysterious that they don't even wear military cards."
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