When Buck put down the objects on his body and was about to attack, Jin Ling's phone came again, very urgent: "Are you fighting the gunshots outside the city?"

Buck said hushed: "My mercenary team was ambushed as soon as they arrived outside the city, and almost wiped out!"

Jin Lingxiang gasped: "It's confirmed that the militants outside the city should be the Islamic jihadist organization called IS. The big group came from Syria. One of the two local tribes you joined was bought by them and wanted to merge and control the area, so the news was leaked and asked them to catch the parents here to threaten the local armed leader..."

Buck cursed Ri Niang on the walkie-talkie: "Is it actually a trap for us to run over so far?"

Jin Lingxiang swallowed: "It should... no, now the tribe elders have found the leaker and are negotiating with local armed forces. The situation is moving in a good direction. I hope you can guarantee the safety of the hostages tens of millions."

Buck replied that he tried to hang up the phone and shared the message with Hyena and Wu Xi. He put the medical rubber gloves on the muzzle of the pistol, carried the folded Type 56 rifle, put on the night vision device, discussed with Hyena for a few words, then bowed his waist and picked up the bottle of water and set off secretly.

When it was basically pitch black, but the moonlight could vaguely distinguish the vicinity of twenty or thirty meters, Buck advanced to a distance of two hundred meters before turning on the thermal sensing function of the night vision device on his head. The previous black emerald green and silver-gray picture suddenly became colorful. The human body was a combination of red, orange and white, and the ground had a faint purple gradient, indicating that the surface temperature had not completely cooled after exposure to the sun during the day. The sky was blue but had silver edges, but no matter how far the distance was, it was not very clear.

The advantage is that Buck can even tell whether the opponent's arm is holding the gun hard.

After marching about a hundred meters away, Buck turned into a crawling dune that could block himself, slowly poked his head out of the side, and the militants who squatted down quietly lit a cigarette for himself, hid in the leeward of the small sand dune, holding the intercom and listening to what he said. Buck couldn't understand the standard Arabic language, so he could only adjust his angle according to the other person's figure and try to get close from the rear...

If the aristocrats who went to the Great Rift Valley of East Africa to hunt bison, what they liked was the pleasure of catching prey, Buck was the current stimulation.

Putting down the bottle of water and the rifle on his back, Buck slowly pulled out the multi-function knife from his back waist. He didn't have any special sharp blade, just a multi-function knife suitable for outdoor use. However, this knife with pliers and saw is also a brand called Buck. It is the only special one. Ye Mingjing bought it for him when he saw it in a shopping mall in Malaysia.

The half-serrated willow leaf folding knife was slowly pushed out from the blade with his thumb. For many tactical experts, the folding knife that he disdains to use is actually useful on the battlefield. Buck has never been a negligent device control. The cold blade makes the thumb sticking to it feel. He squats all over his body and bows his waist. The pistol in his right hand is always on his heart. The knife in his left hand sags naturally. Every time he moves, Buck slightly lets his feet crush on the gravel ground without making any sound.

His heart also touched his throat, and the hormones in his body surged. The stimulation of a hunter silently approaching his prey repeatedly hitting his brain. In turn, the brain has to suppress and control emotions and neuromuscles. This pleasure is unparalleled.

Ten meters...5 meters...Buck could almost hear the patella or meniscus on his knees creaking and rubbing against the tight muscles of his body, because such quiet movements are actually extremely labor-intensive!

It was even more energy-consuming and focused on even the mosquitoes being able to stop on him without doing anything. He even asked himself repeatedly with a nervous nature if he had silenced the phone and walkie-talkie, or was it not turned off?

Of course, such meaningless thinking can help suppress emotions and be overly excited.

Three meters away, the militant who had squatted and smoked cigarettes, flicked off the cigarette butt and said to the walkie-talkie. Buck was frozen and motionless!

The militants stood up in a cursed tone, stood up and leaned towards the defense line where the gunshots erupted, and moved the rifle that was originally clamped on their thighs to their shoulders and hung it...

It's at this moment!

Buck, who was frozen there, seemed to have springs installed on his legs, and he bounced up to the extreme. He threw the pistol with his right hand and covered the other person's mouth and nose tightly. Before his body was so frightened that he had no time to react, he held his left hand back and stabbed him? Go!

The tip of the knife accurately pierced into the throat of the neck, and it seemed that the sound of breathing air passing through the ruptured throat could be heard. The left hand lifted the handle backwards like a handbrake handle. The knife body pulled horizontally toward the left side with the cervical vertebra that the tip of the knife reached as the center, cutting off the carotid artery and bypassing the vertebrae. When the hot blood hits the wrist, it exerted force and stabbed for the second time!

In fact, the entire knife technique was completed in one go, but in less than a second, it was just the military doctor's habitual anatomical skills that allowed Buck to continue this three-point attack method.

The sudden attacked body went from frightened to struggle before she could exert her strength, and then she immediately lost her energy and spirit according to the trilogy of losing breath, cerebral ischemia, and the central nervous system of the back of the neck!

Buck helped him slowly put it down, feeling the blood splashed from the left side seemed to flow on his left arm, and casually pulled up the robe on the other party's body and wiped it. He didn't bother to take a breath, took the pistol on the ground, turned around and picked up the water bottle and rifle behind him and headed towards the next target, fifty or sixty meters away.

No sound was made here, only the walkie-phone that fell to the ground continued to make noise.

On the screen of Wu Xi’s mobile phone in the distance, there was an orange-red human figure, approached by another human figure, spraying out a hot red tube, then gently put it down, and then the human body slowly turned purple and then changed...

The boss of the Internet company had a little sore mouth, but he insisted on holding his mobile phone to take a picture. The hyena was motionless and half-kneeled, holding a small-caliber sniper rifle, aiming at the target below to prevent any sudden counterattack against Buck. He saw Buck kill the middle one, and then approach the far left one, and then issued an order in English: "Go! Get ready to drive!"

After hearing this, the boss of the Internet company nodded silently and put away his cell phone, turned around and walked towards the off-road vehicle with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Because it is the most difficult to kill the first one silently. Buck walked while drinking water. While relieving the nervous secretion stimulation just now, he left only half of the bottle of water. He had quietly moved to more than ten meters behind the target. This time he didn't have to get so thrillingly. He covered the bottle mouth with his left thumb and placed it flat. He stabbed two or three eyes with a knife on the spare upper part before he pulled out the pistol and pressed it on the bottle mouth and let go of his thumb. When the bottle water that was rippling out flowed out along the muzzle wrapped in blue rubber gloves, before it fell to the ground, Buck pulled the trigger with a click!

The main source of gunfire is the gas explosion sound of the bullet when the bullet is out of the bore. Now the bullet is out of the bore, and then the air pressure of the entire water bottle changes, turning into a liquid energy transmission. The small eyes and the bottle mouth are spraying water, but there is no sound. Moreover, the gloves and water flow also effectively intercept the flame of the fire muzzle!

But even if the sound of the fire from the bolt hitting the needle is covered by gunfire, it can still be transmitted at night a considerable distance...

The gunman, a hundred meters to the left, immediately stood up and looked around. Before he could pick up the phone to ask, the hyena, who locked him, pulled the trigger.

Accurate small-caliber sniper rifle hits the head directly.

The gunshots were a little louder, alarming the others who were left behind.
Chapter completed!