Special Years

The two minions got closer and closer.

Zhuang Yan can now clearly see every detail of them without binoculars, including the glittering light of the jet-black barrel of the Dragunov sniper rifle in the sunlight.

If these two had received sniper training, they would also choose a position. Although they might not necessarily choose the place where Zhuang Yan and Lao Baimao were, they would definitely be nearby.

No one is blind. In broad daylight, there are no clouds here. With such a good visibility, even if the position is well camouflaged, I am afraid that the clues will be seen at close range.

There was silence in the sniper position.

Whether it is solemn or old white hair, the heart is extremely anxious.

The biggest "target" hasn't appeared yet. I didn't expect a large group of minions to arrive, and they actually knew how to set up sniper positions.

It's not difficult to kill these two little scoundrels, but the difficulty is. If they kill them and alert other enemies in the valley, things will be very bad.

In this way, the efforts of the entire operation will be in vain.

rustling —

Zhuang Yan heard footsteps faintly coming from the wind.

It was the sound of military boots on the gravel.

One of the two scoundrels was cursing in a language that solemnly incomprehensible, as if complaining that the road here was too difficult to walk.

A flash of light flashed across the solemn mind.

A bold idea appeared before me.

"I have a…"

"I have a…"

Old Baimao and Zhuang Yan turned to each other almost at the same time.

At the same time, it is not only between men and women, but also between comrades-in-arms who have a tacit understanding.

Both suddenly laughed.

Solemnly drew a pistol slowly.

The old white hair also pulled out the pistol.

This is no ordinary pistol, this is a spare Type 67 Whispering pistol.

So, don't be afraid to bring a lot of things when you go out on a mission, bring as much as you can, as long as it doesn't exceed your load-bearing capacity.

Don't be bothered.

Many rangers who were involved in the Mogadishu incident then entered the city and exchanged fire with the local militia, and then began to regret that they should not even put the bulletproof plate in the bulletproof vest.

This time, both Lao Baimao and Zhuang Yan brought a Type 67 silent pistol.

Like lizards, the two of them didn't bring anything, only a low-pitched pistol, slowly backed away, and backed out of the bunker.

Then slowly moving back, the cat ducked behind the big rock that he usually released.

"Are you left or right?" the old white hair asked.

"Left." Zhuang Yan didn't even think about it.

Because the choice is the same.

"Wait for my order." After the old white hair finished speaking, he went around to the other side of the stone, and the two of them were on one side, hiding behind the stone with only one eye exposed.

The two minions went up to where they were solemnly - this is just a **** in the middle of the mountain.

It seems that I also think the scenery here is very beautiful, but the two minions are in a very relaxed mood, and they immediately start talking and laughing.

They didn't have the vigilance they had when they first came. After all, they spent a whole day in the valley, and they were sure that there would be no one else here except themselves.

What's more, this ancient passage has long been unpassed, and people who are not very familiar with this place do not know that they can bypass it.

After stretching comfortably, one of the minions suddenly made a "huh", pushed his accomplice next to him, and pointed to the location of the sniper position.

Currently, they are less than 20 meters away from the sniper position.

Although carefully camouflaged, the mountains here are completely bare, with no vegetation, except for gravel, which is dirt, or snow on the top of the mountain.

The distance is too close, more or less can see that something is wrong.

The ground seems to be slightly sunken...

Holding the Akka submachine gun in one hand, he walked towards the sniper position with his companions.

Walking to the front of the position, the rogue with the submachine gun stepped forward first, stretched out his foot, and brushed a few on the ground.

Suddenly, a folded corner appeared in the gravel.

"what?"

The two seemed to feel that there was something beneath the frozen soil in front of them.

Just when I was about to squat down to check, I suddenly heard the sound of "ta tower" not far away.

Bullets from the Type 67 Whisper Pistol penetrated the right temple of the rogue holding the Dragunov sniper rifle.

He barely had any chance to hum and fell to the ground.

The other minion reacted, turning around in horror.

Just as he turned around, a bullet shot directly between his eyebrows.

The Type 67 pistol is not powerful and has an effective range of only 30 meters, so the warhead penetrated into the skull, and did not penetrate the back of the skull, but stayed inside.

But this is worse.

The hapless man with the Akka submachine gun had his entire brain smashed by the warheads tumbling in his skull.

Falling to the ground, he did not die for a while, and was still twitching on the ground.

Two figures flashed out from behind the big stone and jumped up like a cheetah.

The old white hair came to the two minions Shen, stretched out his hand, raised the gun to refill a bullet, and then refilled the guy who was holding Dragunov.

despair-

despair-

There was another bullet hole in the head of the minion who was holding the Akka submachine gun and was still twitching on the ground.

The unfortunate exhaled his last breath, and his body collapsed like a puppet that lost its support.

"Remember! Make up for the gun!" The old white hair warned solemnly: "The enemy is given any chance of survival!"

In fact, although the power of the 67-type micro-silent pistol is not large, the noise reduction effect is absolutely first-class.

This is also the reason why both Lao Baimao and Zhuang Yan chose to shoot in the head.

First of all, because the distance is only twenty meters, there is enough confidence.

Secondly, because the shooting power of this low-pitched pistol is really general, and the penetration power of the warhead is insufficient, no one knows whether these two guys are wearing bulletproof vests.

Once he wears it, if he shoots the body and cannot kill it immediately, he will surely pull the trigger and fight back, attracting a bunch of accomplices.

That way, the whole mission is screwed up.

One by one, Zhuang Yan and Lao Bai Mo grabbed the feet of the corpse and dragged them behind the big stone.

"Gather intelligence." Without saying a word, the old white hair began to friskly search the body, buckle belts, elastic belts, and places where things could be hidden anyway, including the soles of shoes.

The two searched the whole body of the minion with the fastest speed, and put all the bits and pieces in their pockets into the accessory bag behind their tactical vest.

Then, the two looked at each other and smiled, UU took off the robes of the two unlucky minions like peeling them, then put them on themselves, then hid the pistols and picked up the guns of the two minions. , covered his face, and transformed himself.

Now, two special forces snipers have become "gangsters".

The only thing that made Zhuang Yan unhappy was that the face-covered square had a strong smell.

It seems to be a kind of spice mixed with other odors, which is pungent anyway.

Also, when he just put it on, he saw a small lump of brains on the top of the scarf, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, and quickly flicked it off with his fingers.

"How about trying our disguise?"

The old white hair pointed to the edge of the hillside.

His meaning is obvious. Wherever he goes, he will show himself to the accomplices below.

so…

The solemn feeling is too exciting.