Apocalyptic Red Alert

Even though the well-trained Red Alert soldiers used short sabers, the aura of killing and the fierce battle scene really shocked the remaining four members of the patrol team.

In a trance, three patrol members were stabbed by American soldiers...

Under Han Feng's deliberate "care", the patrol leader was not injured, but the weapon in his hand was snatched by the American soldiers.

"Pull in! Close the door!" After looking around, Han Feng did not find anyone around. This meant that no one saw his brief battle just now. He hurriedly gave an order and turned back to the coal room.

"Bang..." The sound of the door closing sounded, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.

"Every... brothers... don't, don't kill me!" Before Han Feng could speak, the patrol leader's begging for mercy was the first to be issued.

Seeing this scene, Han Feng secretly said good in his heart. This also saved a lot of time for the next "interrogation".

"Team Seven, it's been so long, what's the situation!" At this time, the voice of Brother Hao came from the walkie-talkie on the patrol leader's waist.

"Hush... Think about it before you reply. I don't need to teach you, right? I think you should know how to say it!" Han Feng's faint threat echoed in the patrol captain's ears, and a chill came from his neck. No need to think, it was a saber against his neck...

"Good man! Big brother! I, I understand! I understand!" The flattering voice kept repeating.

After saying that, the patrol captain's hand slowly touched the intercom at his waist. At this time, the saber against his neck also increased a little bit of strength, scaring the other party so much that he almost lost his grip on the intercom. ♦♦  ♦♦

"Hu... Hu..."

"Brother Hao, it's okay~"

After taking a few deep breaths, the patrol captain calmed down a little and replied to Brother Hao in a calm tone.

"Nothing? If nothing is wrong, why did you use so much..."

"Da Da! Da Da!"

"Gunshots! What's going on over there? Tell me!"

Fate seemed to play a joke on Han Feng. Just when he thought the situation was under control, four gunshots suddenly rang out from outside the door...

Hao, startled by the gunshots, instantly changed his tone, and asked about the situation here with a heavier tone.

"Captain of Team 123, go and see what's going on! Solve it quickly!" The moment he heard the gunshots, Han Feng gave an order to the American soldiers of Team 123 in his mind.

As the three American soldiers investigated, they found that it was a patrol member who was on the verge of death who fired the gun!

On the ground, one of the patrol members had a saber stuck in his neck, and he died in the posture of firing a gun...

"Damn it! He's still trying to hurt people before he dies!" Han Feng cursed and began to think of a countermeasure...

"Tell Brother Hao that your team member fired an accidental shot! Hurry!" Just a few seconds later, Han Feng spoke to the patrol leader.

"Okay, okay, I'll say.

"Brother Hao, it was an accidental shot. "

Following Han Feng's instructions, the patrol captain raised his head again and looked at Han Feng in the dark.

"Accidental discharge? Are you sure?" Hearing the patrol captain's explanation, Brother Hao obviously maintained a skeptical attitude.

"Yes, accidental discharge." Trying to stay calm, the patrol captain repeated the answer of accidental discharge.

"Okay, then you should pay more attention to yourself." After that, the air became quiet again...

"Puff!" The saber entered the throat and the patrol captain died... After killing the patrol captain, Han Feng slowly pulled out the saber and wiped the blade with a rag.

Sensing the increase of 100 gold coins, Han Feng looked at the body of the patrol captain on the ground.

As if the voice of a devil's low kiss came out of Han Feng's mouth, "Spare my life? Haha... Have you ever thought of sparing those who were bullied to death by you! ? "

After dealing with the patrol captain, Han Feng squatted down and searched for him.

"Really, it's good, good. "A few seconds later, Han Feng took the cigarettes he had searched out, lit one up and said.

"All teammates, organize your equipment, we..." Suddenly! Han Feng, who was conveying the order, paused.

Because he thought of a fatal mistake he had made just now!

It was the word "accidental discharge"!

That's right, normal people rarely explain the gunshots in this way when reporting the situation...

The normal answer should be "Report to Brother Hao, a team member accidentally discharged the gun because of nervousness just now. Now everything is normal..." and so on.

But the answer given by the patrol captain, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional... There were only two short words "accidental discharge"! Not to mention that the content was too brief, even the tone was not the most normal tone! No matter how much you pretend to be nervous, it is impossible to be perfect...

What's more, the other party was a "gangster" in the prison...

Thinking of this, Han Feng noticed another detail that he hadn't noticed just now...

That is, Brother Hao said, "Okay, then you should pay more attention to yourself."

Why do you say that? It was obviously not the patrol captain who discharged the gun! Why should he pay attention to himself?! Shouldn't he say "Then you should ask him to pay more attention. "?!

Thinking of this, Han Feng's hair stood up all over his body, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back...

"Luna! Report the nearby enemy! Quick!" He asked Luna anxiously. The dark environment did not bring Han Feng any sense of security. Instead, a trace of uneasiness gradually spread in his heart...

"Report to the commander, there are three patrol teams approaching quickly within 200 meters, and there are more people rushing here in the distance." Listening to the report given by Luna, Han Feng frowned.

"It seems... the time and plan for doing things have been advanced."

In the darkness, Han Feng seemed to be talking to all the Red Alert soldiers. It was like talking to himself, and there was no nervous tone.

After taking the last puff, Han Feng threw the cigarette butt on the ground. The cigarette butt that fell to the ground sparked a moment in the dark coal room...

Closing his eyes, Han Feng stood quietly in place, his brain thinking about the current situation very quickly. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and said to Luna, "Luna, does your radar have a signal interference function?"

If the radar can interfere with electronic equipment, then cut off the opponent's monitoring and long-distance walkie-talkie, so that the opponent is strategically "blind" and "dumb"! Cannot transmit information, nor can determine their own position.

"Sorry, Commander... The radar does not have a signal interference function. If you want to interfere with the opponent's electronic equipment, please build a crack generator (fortifications in Red Alert 2, which is used to interfere with the opponent's player's vision.)." After hearing Luna's answer, Han Feng was not surprised.

"Okay... By the way, does the radar have a reverse tracking function?" Han Feng, unwilling to give up, asked a new question.

"Reverse tracking... function? Sorry, Commander, I don't quite understand what you mean." Luna's puzzled voice came, saying that she had never heard of such a term.

"Uh... How can I explain it to you? It's just... I use the walkie-talkie, and then can you determine the location of the received signal?" Han Feng forced to describe his thoughts.

"Uh??? Hmm???" In his mind, Luna's feedback was still capitalized on confusion...

"Oh... So stupid. Another explanation is whether you can find Brother Hao's location through the signal of the walkie-talkie?" When saying this. Han Feng was a little anxious...

"Excuse me, are you talking about the Mahzet interferometer?" This time, Luna finally gave a decent answer.