Pirate’s Infinite Wings

After carefully looking at the base camp on the opposite side, in fact, the security of the base camp of Tianwei Temple is not too strict, and the distribution of outposts is obviously not reasonable.

It's also a more normal situation, after all, the Hall of Evil used to be just a gang of gangsters until Sikh families started supporting them and they were able to stand out from the many gangs.

Their gang strength is not strong, and their training awareness is far less than that of the special forces, so the distribution of their sentries seems unreasonable.

I watched for a while and said to Wesley: "Captain, I can try, I should be able to get rid of all the sentries."

But I'm not sure there are whistles in it. I can only be cautious and hope to get rid of them all at once. "

Wesley nodded and said: "The power of Tiangong and the Sikh family is no stronger than ours, so there shouldn't be a master in the first three months. As far as your strength is concerned, as long as you are not surrounded by a large number of masters of the same level, you are fine. There will be no danger."

You are attacking the sentry now. Once there is a situation, we will immediately launch a general attack. If you see the situation is not good, just retreat. There shouldn't be too many problems. "

I nodded when I heard Wesley's words.

As long as the other party is not in the first three months of pregnancy, and there are no special traps for him, then he can figure it out, it shouldn't be too difficult.

Although he can no longer use his ultimate speed to cross the thunder barrier, even with his own normal speed, it is surprisingly fast, and the average spirit master at the same level cannot catch up with him.

When I was about to leave the brigade and attack the outposts of the opposite camp alone, Kim slipped away as if he was going to attack the camp with me.

The soul connection between the two made Jin think I was his master and battle partner, so when he sensed that I was going to fight, he wanted to come in and out with me.

Even though this little act of gold is only affected by soul links, it still warms my heart a little bit.

He came to this strange continent alone, he had to try his best to conceal what he said, and he dared not make friends with anyone, so he lived a somewhat lonely life.

Now, on the contrary, there is a monster that will focus all the attention on him, which really touches him a little bit.

I patted Xiao Jin on the head and said: "Xiao Jin, you stay here, I will go by myself, after I give the signal, you will come over and attack the camp with the others."

Kim couldn't understand my words, but he could understand what the wave of my soul meant.

After some reluctant screams, Kim stepped aside.

Then Wilson came up to me, and said to me, "I have probably found the safest route by observation."

You see, there are a lot of outposts in the southeast corner of the fort, but the environment for the outposts isn't very different, and there's no particularly easy route to the southeast corner.

Then why did the other side set up so many sentry posts in the southeast corner? Obviously, the southeast corner may be the main high-level settlement of the opponent's camp?

According to the arrangement of the opponent's whistle, I can basically know that the opponent is responsible for the defense of the camp, and I don't know much about the construction skills of the camp. He bases them entirely on how he feels.

Well, the flaw he's showing now is obviously not a trap, but a real flaw.

You see, if I planned such a route for you, you should be able to avoid the observation of most of their outposts and approach the camp directly.

At that time, this will be a test of your stealth ability. I trust you very much. You should be able to solve most of the outpost's problems. "

After a nod, I wrote down the route Wilson had planned for him, in the man I trusted to be known as the brain trust of the Special Task Force.

The last time I jumped a desperate hill, Wilson's good sense told me what he could do, so I chose to follow Wilson's route.

He is very fast, as strong as a monster, but his body is more flexible and lighter, so when he runs, he is like a fast cat with aura, silent, but as fast as the wind.

With the night under cover, I quietly touched the edge of the outer wall of the fort ahead at lightning speed.

Sure enough, following Wilson's chosen route, I managed to avoid the sight of many outposts, and was not found by others as I approached.

After stopping at the base of the wall, I lightly touched the base of a sentry post that rested against the outer wall.

I took a deep breath, my back pressed against the outer wall, and my hands were as hard as iron hooks in the wall behind me.

Then, like a gecko, I swam to the top of the mountain with my back against the sentry tower, resisting the squirming of my body and the constant grasping of my hands.

Sentinels in the sentry tower watched the surroundings in case the enemy invaded, but unaware that one had posted it under the wall in front of him.

Wesley and the others in the distance looked a little nervous, worried that I would disturb each other and be discovered by each other.

I leaned against the wall quietly, using my ears to catch the movement above, and at the moment of breathing slightly obliquely on the other side, he seemed to be on an ape all the time, lightly hopping sentry.

All clear

The Sentinel above the sentry tower had no idea that a man would float before him like a ghost. In the daze situation, he felt that the rhythm was half slow.

As fast as thunder, I just reached out a little, and my fingertips poked hard on the Sentinel's heart.

The Sentinel only felt a pain in his chest, and a force pierced his breastbone like a cone, piercing directly into his heart.

He didn't even cry, but it was pitch black. The whole person lost consciousness and stopped breathing at the same time.

My fingers, like a brazing force of steel, plunged into the sentry's heart, instantly killing him instantly.

Before the body of the sentry fell to the ground, I squatted down and reached out to grab the body of the sentry and let him continue to stand on the tower.

I picked up a bamboo pole from a dry bag. I directly lifted the sentinel's body with a bamboo pole, and stood there reluctantly.

On a dark night, even with the help of a dim light, it is difficult for people standing in the distance to see what is going on here.

As long as the Sentinel doesn't appear to be on the ground, few will notice that he's dead.

After killing the sentry and placing his body in a standing position, I was ready to leave the tower.

Looking at the ladder next to me, I squatted down and walked over.

He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he slid off the ladder to the ground, then, without thinking, flashed to the wall next to him.

A shadow covers me, and it is difficult for people in the distance to find his existence.

He looked around, leaning toward the fewest of the sentries, as Wells said at the outset.

I also encountered a few soldiers patrolling the stronghold before approaching the other outposts. As a result, the opponent fell, and there was no possibility of resistance.

After all, it is impossible for all the sentries here to be the masters of the pregnancy period, and the mental fog period and the sea-facing period are already at the top of the sky.

These people are like babies in front of me. They have no resistance, and they can't even call for help. They die when they meet each other.

I've been through a lot of wind and rain, and I'm not the furry kid I was. I am ungrateful on the battlefield. All patrol officers he encountered were killed, their bodies dragged into the shadows beside them. ..