"It's really his excitement." The hill was instantly flattened, and the cold thorn that had just settled between two rocks a hundred meters away was instantly in a state of panic.

After lying here for a few days, Leng Thorn has basically figured out the routine of these "flower farmers". In the past, they would come out to work at 1:00 pm, but today it was fifteen minutes earlier. Many people were in a hurry and had a very unnatural expression. Out of professional sensitivity, he seemed to smell a trace of danger, so he moved to the second safety point as soon as possible.

After thinking for half a minute, Leng Tsui knew that his life was hanging on the line. He knew that he had to play a life-and-death bet with him. After a minute, he ran to the core area of ​​Matuer: the poppy field.

When Leng Tsai was young, his father said to him two words: No matter how big the matter is, he can only be afraid for one minute. After one minute, he must calm down and face it bravely. In his later growth process, he always kept in mind his father's words and took this as a basis to reach the peak of professional soldiers step by step.

...

Suddenly launched an attack, and Poway rushed to the west with Matuer and a group of armed mercenaries. If nothing unexpected happens, the target has now become a bloody corpse full of holes.

"Is it necessary to fight like this?" Close to the destination, two mercenary teams of Poway spread out in scattered, surrounding the hill in the shape of horns. The whole team was ready for battle, and his posture was as if he was facing a great enemy, which made Matur not understand.

"General, we don't have to worry about war, just watch." If Powell hadn't been strong enough, Hua Viper would have dug out his dog's eyes long ago, and she would have been disgusted when she saw this guy with hair all over her body.

"Miss Viper is smart."

Powell gave a thumbs up, and the remaining third team quickly searched the hill, but time passed by, and there was no sign of human form except the dead bird and the rat. Matuer and Hua Viper stood opposite each other with contempt, and the atmosphere was quite awkward.

"Certainly no one?"

"We have searched twice, and both labor and equipment are on, and there is indeed no one here." Although it is unacceptable, the fact is that the third team leader must report it truthfully.

"Captain, I can be 100% sure that the signal source is sent from here. Please don't doubt my professional level." Powell's eyes swept over, and the thin white man said confidently, "Although there is no one here now, it does not mean that there wasn't a few minutes ago. There must be something wrong with this, but no matter where the problem lies, the target must be within the range of our drone monitoring, unless this Chinese will escape."

"Duntu? Do you think this is a Chinese drama?"

After personally going up the mountain to inspect, Powell quickly calmed down. He vaguely felt that he had met an opponent.

“How long can our drones last?”

"Now all seven drones have been released, and their endurance is about five hours. If the range is reduced and two shifts are in short supply, the theoretically it can always lock in the range of 500 hectares."

"Will the enemy be let go in the process of shrinking?" Although the first kill was not successful, Matur did not doubt Powell's squadron at all, because of his professional sensitivity to fighting with others for decades.

"Of course not. Our drones come from overseas military. They use the latest graphene battery pack and come with life detectors. Only three units can form a semicircular defense cover of 500 hectares. Not to mention people, I can see even birds flying out. In addition, the defense cover is like a fishing net during the contraction process. People and animals in the area they pass through will be discovered unless the target burys themselves in three meters deep soil." After all, Matuer is a super customer, and the Hard Bones Mercenary Group will definitely serve in place.

"I'm relieved to say that. Even if I dig a hole and bury it in such a short time, I can't do it. It seems that the money is not unfair."

"You get what you pay for. General doesn't have to worry too much. Although the first kill failed, the fish is still in the net. When I close the net, I might be able to catch the alive." It's a big fat man from the triangle. Powell said that he would shoot the first shot anyway.

"I understand." After receiving Powell's instructions, the thin white man continued to operate on a military laptop. The drones scattered around began to gather, and seven fleeting pictures were distributed on the screen, which looked quite tall.

...

As he crossed the waterproof ditches and road networks as fast as possible, the cold thorn plunged into the lush poppy field, and after walking about ten meters, he came to a cement pool filled with water to analyze the current problems.

The message was hit hard as soon as it was sent out. Three things can be determined. First: The mission has been exposed, and Matur already knows that the Chinese side will send people to destroy him. Second: Matur seems to have obtained Niu X equipment that can locate wireless signals. Third, it is now out of touch with the headquarters, and if you want to survive, you must fight alone.

All equipment except pistols and field knives were sunk into the cement pool, and the oil paint on his face was washed off as quickly as possible, and the bulletproof helmet was removed, and the cold thorn turned into a standard poppy field "flower farmer" on the spot.

It was probably because Matuer wanted to highlight the x-frame of the base and let everyone wear camouflage clothes to do their homework. Cold thorns struggled in the jungle for seven days. The camouflage clothes on his body were already dirty, with a slag on his face and a tired face. Except for his eyes still sharp, it matched the condition of the flower farmers.

Note the location of the cement pool, and the cold thorns continued to shuttle through the poppy fields. The so-called small hidden in the forest, not to mention that such a small poppy field cannot hide people at all, so he decided to hide in the city and find a way to join the ranks of "flower farmers".

"Who? Code." Less than ten meters away from the pool, Leng Tshu Zuo suddenly stood up with a guy holding a pants in one hand and AK47 in the other. Through the observations over the past few days, Leng Tshu knew that this was the duty officer among the "flower farmers", and the kind of person in charge of supervising the worker. He belonged to the shift type, and the people were different every day. He seemed to be squatting here in front of him, and just happened to encounter the sneaky Leng Tshu.

"Don't be excited by your own people." The visitor spoke in the local language of the Chinese border area. Before joining the Thunder Commando, Leng Tsang served in the Border War Zone Special Service Brigade, often going deep into the border primeval forests. Learning local dialects is also a basic subject for special forces, so he had no problems with these people. This is also an important factor in the Thunder Captain sent him to perform this mission.

"I'll ask you the code, be honest, I'll beat you up when I move around." The supervisor had tightened his belt at this time, holding his trousers with his hands, looking arrogant and arrogant, and a standard undercut.

"Do you often blow other people's heads?" The opponent has entered his own attack circle, and Leng Thorn is ready to fight back. The man is as tall as himself, with dark skin, and a bit similar to his appearance. It's really easy to get it.
Chapter completed!