Chapter 494 Night Kill (1

When the night was dark and there were not even many night owls staying up late in the capital, Le Xiao’s classmate stayed in the pharmaceutical furnace in high spirits and added medicinal materials to the furnace. Similarly, in the distant Z province and Gu Zhu’s modern name In a dense forest at the border between India and Myanmar, there is a person who is also awake. He is staring with his eyes open at a camouflaged tent set up more than ten meters away.

The person following the tent had an ordinary Chinese character face, and was wearing green camouflage clothes and pants that were very close to the color of the leaves. His hair was messy, his eyes were bloodshot, he looked extremely tired, and he was carrying something on his back. Wearing a flat green backpack.

He crouched behind a tree, using grass and twigs as shields to cover himself, and lay close to the ground, letting the sound of his heartbeat and breathing become tiny as they were decomposed by the vegetation.

The tent in the distance is made of trees in the shape of a "human". The tent is covered with green vines. There is a place for burning a fire on one side. There are four people sleeping in the tent, all of them are sleeping. He was lying with his clothes on, still holding a gun in his arms, and another person stood under a tree next to the tent on watch, watching for any movement around him.

The five people inside and outside the tent were all men with Southeast Asian faces. They were also all wearing olive green clothes and pants that were the color closest to the mountain vegetation. There was a stainless steel pot on the stove for cooking, stewing food.

The night was getting thicker and thicker. At midnight, one of the people in the tent got up and replaced the man who had been guarding for half the night. But after midnight, there was fog in the mountains and forests, and it became thicker and thicker. moist.

When dewdrops condensed on the leaves, they were probably too tired. The people resting in the tent snored slightly, and the night watchman also felt sleepy. He leaned against the tree with his head hanging down. His head drooped, then he looked up again, and after a while he nodded bit by bit, repeated dozens of times. He felt sleepy and nodded more and more frequently.

The man hiding behind the tree is like a lurking cheetah, always monitoring the man on duty next to the tent. His clothes and hair are wet, and his face is dewy, but he remains motionless and as firm as a stone.

Staring at the night watchman who changes duty, watching him change from awake to sleepy, and figure out the pattern of his nodding. When the night guard lowers his head more and more, the gap between when he lowers his head and when he lifts it up becomes longer and longer. , he stood up quietly, hunched over, and touched the man on night watch as lightly as a lion hunting.

He moves very lightly, every step is as subtle as a cat's steps, and occasionally he makes a slight sound, like a rat scurrying by at night or a drop of dew making the grass blades shake. Such a slight sound is difficult to make. Wake up the night watchman.

Slowly, the man with bloodshot eyes got closer and closer to the night watchman. When he was three or four meters away, he paused and observed the night watchman and the night watchman with the faint light of the embers in the stove fire. The people in the tent showed no signs of waking up, so they sneaked again, approaching the night watchman bit by bit.

He was very careful, getting closer and closer to the night watchman. Finally, when the night watchman raised his eyes to look around and then lowered his head, the man with bloodshot eyes touched the back of the tree the night watchman was leaning on. Quietly, he took out a scimitar and dagger, leaned out from behind the tree, and moved his hand with lightning speed.Covering the night watchman's mouth and nose, he swiped the dagger at the night watchman's neck, giving him a sharp blow to the throat.

The slash was clean and decisive, severing the night watchman's throat and aorta. The blood spurted out several meters away like a line of water that had just emerged from the mouth of a fountain.

The night watchman’s mouth and nose were covered, and he didn’t even make a whine. His legs twitched a few times and then went limp. He was still holding the gun tightly in his hand. He was so silent. They went to see God, and the people in the tent less than two meters away were completely unaware.

After killing a target, the man behind the tree gently lowered the night watchman whose neck was still spurting blood, and laid the man on the ground. He opened the dead man's still stiff hand and took off the gun. The night watchman was holding a sniper rifle. He checked the bullets slightly and carefully and found that there were enough. He checked the gun with dazzling gestures and checked the performance of the silencer.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, the man with red eyes sneaked again, changed his position, pointed the gun at the people in the tent in a direction where he could directly face the tent, and shot decisively.

As soon as the first muffled sound sounded, there was a second and third sound.

Each bullet flew diagonally downward, shooting at an irresistible speed towards a sleeping person in the tent. The bullet hit the person's heart, and the person let out a short cry. screams and blood splattered.

The first man's blood and the second bullet fell on the second man almost at the same time. Every second bullet still hit the center of the body, and the sudden screams stopped abruptly in just a short moment. , the person who was shot opened his eyes, but could not see anything, and blood continued to flow from the wound on his chest.

Two screams woke up the other two people. The one on the edge rolled to one side, and the person caught in the middle lifted up. Just as he raised his body, he was hit by a star with a cold light. The bullet hit his chest, missing the vital part. He convulsed, and after a brief moment of hesitation, another bullet arrived, hitting the vital part of his heart.

The third person fell down. At the same time, he fired at the man rolling on the ground and fired towards the area facing the tent. Only when he fired did he vaguely see the shadow of someone. Rolled towards the grass forest.

He fired several more shots in the direction where the black shadow was rolling. The gun was not equipped with a silencer. The sound of the gunshots broke the silence of the night and spread far away. The birds perching nearby were frightened and shot towards them. There was chaos in the sky, and there was the sound of animals running.

The moment of chaos and the sound were enough to affect people's judgment. The man in the tent fell out of the tent like a cat and hid in the woods next to the tent. It was safer to be covered by trees than in the tent.

As soon as he rolled to the weeds and vines next to the tent, before he could hide in the hidden vegetation, a bullet came in the darkness with a hissing sound that cut through the air. When he heard the familiar sound of bullets, he had no time to roll or jump and run. He was hit on the shoulder. The pain made him involuntarily turn towards the direction of the shot shoulder. The next moment, something red and hot hit his shoulder. On the forehead, he first felt blood flowing from his forehead, then there was burning pain, and then his mind was disconnected.

HisHis head drooped downwards, but before his face hit the ground, the back of his head was cut open, white and red splattered. After a moment, his face also hit the ground, and his head tilted to one side.

Four sleeping people and one night watchman died within a few minutes of each other.

The man who rolled into the woods got out of the grass, still holding the weapon seized from the enemy. He leaned out half of his body to observe, and only stood up after confirming that the four people were dead. The red in his eyes was thicker, as thick as blood, and full of violence.

"Twenty-five in total." Holding the black guy in his hand, Yan Xing twitched the corners of his mouth and murmured, full of endless regret and sadness.

There is an unwritten rule in the army. In a beheading mission, a blood-threading machine usually kills ten people at most and must be replaced. Generally, it must be withdrawn after it kills five or seven people because it will kill too many enemies. It poses a great challenge to people's psychological endurance. If the murderous intention is too strong, they may be influenced by negative emotions and have a nervous breakdown.

His psychological endurance far exceeds that of the same type of meat grinder. Even if he kills ten times in a row, his murderous aura and negative emotions will not shake his mind. Even if it is not stained with blood, it still has the shadow of blood. Even dogs will be scared of that kind of smell. It will take at least a month of rest to gradually eliminate the murderous aura subconsciously emanating from the body and the bloody smell that appears invisibly.

This time, it exceeded the previous limit and reached twenty-five consecutive kills.

This number is also the limit that he can persevere. He has been trained by his masters. Even if he is the guardian of the country, his own cultivation is not enough, so he should not kill too hard. He cannot kill more than 39 until the moment of life and death. number.

The number of three-nine is twenty-seven people.

It has been twenty-five kills in a row, and it is only two away from the number twenty-seven. It can no longer challenge the psychological limit.

He can no longer continue to carry out the beheading mission. Next, he will retreat and let another group of people secretly guard the border. No outsiders will be allowed to have illegal and dangerous actions on the border under any excuse. Anyone approaching the Great China If there is a potential danger to the Chinese border residents at the national border, they will all be beheaded.

Yan Xing let out a breath, slowly raised his head, and covered his eyes with his hands. His eyes seemed to be covered with a thin red gauze, and his vision was not clear. This was also due to the strong murderous aura. It is commonly known as red-eyed killing.

Blinking his sore and sore eyes several times, he took out a pair of gloves from the backpack on his back, replaced the pair in his hands, took out a strong flashlight, and walked over to check on the five short-lived ghosts. People's eyes are all bulging, as if they are dead.

Yan Xing did not sympathize with them. A soldier died for his country and his death was worth it. It was an honor to pay his life for his loyal beliefs. Just like a dead soldier from other countries who met him, he would not be merciful and kill him. He would not sympathize with him even if he died.

He dragged the nearest person to the place next to their tent and threw them away. Then he moved the night watchman to a pile, and then dragged the three people out of the tent and put them all together. platoon, searched their bodies, took away some important things that could prove their identities, and extracted the personal information of five people.Hair and blood were used as specimens, guns and ammunition were left behind, and all the unnecessary things were thrown on them, and they were burned with their own strange fire.

A ball of strange fire flew out, only as big as a bowl. When it met the wind, it grew and burned the corpse.

Because he often uses strange fire, and he often lives in deep mountains and old forests, he does not get any rest. He cannot use fire to cook food for up to half a month, and can only eat dry food or energy and energy. They were all challenged, and without strong mental power to support the strange fire, the flames were also affected and lacked strength.

Fortunately, he brought the pills given by the little Loli and distributed them to the team members who were performing the beheading operation. He also had a portion for himself. Whenever he couldn't hold on any longer, he would take one and give it to himself. Replenishing energy can barely keep the flames still alive.

The five people burned it for more than four minutes. When dawn came and there was light in the woods, it was finally incinerated into ashes, leaving a piece of scorched earth and some white powder on the ground.

Yan Xing did not dismantle the tent, but only put out the fire in the simple stove to avoid wildfires. He took nothing else and walked into the woods without looking back, carrying a bundle of guns. , trophies were seized before, the guns and bullets were used up, and all the troubles were destroyed, so that last night he didn't even have guns, so he could only rob others with bare hands.

Crossing the mountains and ridges, he walked for a long time in the mountains, finally bypassing the peaks and cliffs that even apes and animals could not climb, and returned to his own country. He walked for another half a day, and finally arrived at a place in the afternoon. The sentinel point for border defense observation is also the place where members of the beheading operation change teams.

Corrected the code word, Colonel Yan entered the sentry point with a fake face, recorded the things seized, and handed them over to the sentry point personnel. He did not stay long, only took a shower and changed clothes. He left immediately and went to a border village more than ten miles away to find villagers who could use motorcycles to take them to a larger town to rent a car.

When Mr. Yan kept changing modes of transportation all the way, it was already evening when he arrived in Saskatchewan, Province Z. There were no direct flights to the capital from the airport, so he stayed temporarily in the city.

Even if he had a place to live, he did not dare to sleep peacefully and kept alert. When he woke up on the morning of the 27th, his eyes were still bloodshot. He wore sunglasses to cover his eyes and rushed to the airport to take the 9:30 flight. Feijing City.

When the plane landed safely at the Capital Airport at 1:30 in the afternoon, Yan Xing really took a breath. Only when he returned to the capital alive could he truly be alive. In other places, even if he did not fall down during the mission , accidents may happen on the way, and it is not considered alive.

Returning to the place where he grew up, he felt that the pressure in his heart was slightly relieved. He walked out of the emergency exit, went outside the terminal and got into a taxi that secretly came to pick him up, changing buses several times along the way. , it took more than three days to return to the garrison area. He first took off the human skin mask, then washed his makeup, changed into light casual clothes and went to the brigade commander to report, and then went to the commander's office to report.

Commander Liu only listened to the most important points of the mission, and drove away Colonel Yan with a straight face and asked him to have a good rest. The boy's eyes were red and misty, and he still had the smell of blood and blood on his body. If he didn't take a good rest, He is in good health, he himself is fine, others will inevitably be affected by his murderous intentaffected.

The leader asked him to leave. Yan Xing returned to the team, picked up his personal belongings and sent them to He's house. He was feeling a little violent and should not drive, otherwise he might lose patience when he was stuck in a traffic jam.

Heijiu and Shenliu, who were left behind, competed to drive. In the end, Shenliu got the task of being the driver and drove the captain's special seat to see him off. On the way, they counted the "unscrupulous things" of a certain little lolita. "The behavior was to divert the captain's attention and calm down his vaguely violent aura.

Yan Xing heard that it was as easy for little Lolita to dig Cordyceps as digging radishes in the ground. A charming smile appeared on her face that was pale and tired from wearing a human skin mask for a long time, like that powerful one People are like themselves, the proud strike team member "Little Lolita is so powerful, even someone as handsome as me can't beat her. You can only watch her sweep away the cordyceps, and then be jealous and secretly hate her from the sidelines."< /p>

God Sixteen almost stepped on the accelerator instead of the brake. Captain, what do you mean by the sullen expression on your face? Also, being handsome has nothing to do with digging for cordyceps, right?

There was a sixteen god who was talking about little Lolita. Yan Xing felt happy in his heart, and his aura of violence was not that strong.

Walking and talking all the way, they reached their destination before they knew it. Shen Liu sent the captain into the compound where Mr. He San lived, and sent the person to the gate of the courtyard. He saw that the captain was carrying a backpack, and his movements were different from usual. After a while, I felt relieved and returned to the military area.