Battlefield Contract Worker

Mr. K and the jungle cat special forces searched for Lin Rui for a whole night. Lewen.com is worthy of your collection, but the rain in the tropical jungle is too abundant, and it is night, which makes their search work in trouble for a while.

It wasn't until dawn that a search team found a **** strip of camouflage in the nearby jungle.

"This is a standard jungle camouflage uniform, the standard of the U.S. Army." Mr. K picked up the cloth and looked at it. "There is a lot of blood, which means that he is not seriously injured. With such an injury, he must try to stop the bleeding immediately, otherwise There is absolutely no escape."

"But he did escape. I think he must have an accomplice." The lieutenant of the jungle cat unit whispered.

"Impossible. From midnight to early morning yesterday, our people carried out a thorough pull-net-style inventory of the entire area. This surrounding area is the key point. Several of our teams have screened back and forth at least three or four times. If he hides in the It's impossible for us not to find it here," an American second lieutenant replied.

"Can you guarantee it, second lieutenant?" Mr. K looked at the second lieutenant and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, sir. I can guarantee it, because I've personally led the team to check here twice. Plus the other search teams in the vicinity. Even if he's a rabbit, we should find him." The lieutenant replied.

"So, this is the only clue he left behind? Nothing was found in the surrounding area?" Mr. K asked unwillingly.

"Nothing was found, sir, he just disappeared out of thin air. No footprints, no blood. He left nothing. At one point we suspected that he chose to escape by water from the nearby river to avoid us. Even I sent someone downstream to intercept him, but they didn't find him." The lieutenant frowned.

Mr. K's face was gloomy and uncertain, and he pondered, "If he is injured, if he does not treat the wound in time, it will be difficult to escape too far. But there are no traces of him nearby. Could it be..."

The lieutenant of the jungle cat squatted down, checked the traces on the ground, and frowned, "There are no other traces left, just this **** camouflage strip. Could this be just a trap to confuse us?"

"You mean he wasn't actually injured?" Mr. K said, looking at the lieutenant.

"At least it's possible, maybe it's the blood of our casualties. He deliberately left this strip of cloth here, and let us focus our search on this area. Then, try to pass through the area where our search efforts are relatively weak. ' the lieutenant of the jungle cat unit mused.

"No, he must be injured, there is no doubt about that." Mr. K shook his head and said, "I wounded him with my own hands. He was shot in the torso. I can be sure. The sentry at the entrance of the underground fortification also met him. , found that he was indeed injured."

"That's weird. He's injured, but there isn't a trace anywhere else." The lieutenant said to himself, "Does he have air support and helicopters?"

"This is impossible. Except for us last night, the previous squads were also ordered to retreat to intercept the assassin. If a helicopter wants to save someone, it will fly low, then the helicopter will fly low at night. The sound of the engine doesn't hide it from us at all," replied the second lieutenant.

Mr. K suddenly moved his eyes and shouted sharply, "We were fooled, go back immediately!"

"Where are you going?" the lieutenant asked in surprise.

"Back to the base!" Mr. K shouted loudly, "He didn't go anywhere at all, but returned to the base while we were searching for him vigorously. Damn, we were all tricked by him."

"Go back immediately!" The lieutenant also came to his senses and immediately ordered loudly.

The jungle cat troop dashed fast and returned to their base.

"Quick, quick, surround all exits, and conduct a comprehensive search. The enemy is likely to be hiding inside the base. Lieutenant, I need your people to act separately, and other teams to surround this place. Then two teams will search in different areas." Mr. K shouted loudly.

"Yes sir." The lieutenant nodded. "The third team comes with me, and the other teams are responsible for vigilance." He and Mr. K each rushed into the base with a group of people and started searching.

At first, nothing was found. Just when everyone thought it was just Mr. K's misjudgment, one of the lieutenant's men discovered the traces left by Lin Rui.

They found bloodstains in the abandoned warehouse of the base. A team of US troops approached with weapons on alert, but the warehouse was empty.

"Damn it, he has already run away." The lieutenant looked at the **** bandages and the first aid kit on the ground, a little depressed.

Mr. K squatted down silently, picked up the **** bullet from the ground, and said in a low voice, "This is my bullet, it must be him."

"He is too cunning. After he escaped, he turned back." The lieutenant frowned.

"We were desperately searching for him outside, but he calmly treated the wound here and took bullets from his own wound." Mr. K shook his head and checked the first aid kit with his hands. "He lost the bandages, the hemostatic medicine, and he injected himself with antibiotics."

Mr. K picked up another piece of wrapping paper from the ground and smelled it, "It's chocolate, it seems that our opponent is still here to eat a meal and slept calmly. It was not until the next morning. Hit the road full of energy. And we were still in the woods at the time."

"Oh, these **** Russians are so cunning." The lieutenant said angrily.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, Lieutenant." Mr. K was silent for a while and shook his head. "I don't think this person is a Russian agent."

"But who would want to kill these two agents who were captured by us except the Russian intelligence agency~www.readwn.com~?" the lieutenant frowned.

"Maybe they are behind these assassins, but it is definitely not the Russian intelligence services who will carry out this mission." Mr. K shook his head, "This is not in line with the way they act. Their actions are not like Russian agents, more It's like a special team."

"Will it be a special force under the intelligence department? For example, the signal flag special force, which often engages in activities outside Russia." The lieutenant asked.

"It's not like, if it's the signal flag unit, they should have more people and better backup. And their actions, it's hard to hide from our CIA. If it was theirs, we should have heard the news long ago. ." Mr. K shook his head.

"Who would that be?" the lieutenant frowned.

"This is the U.S. military's jungle combat uniform, used by the army." Mr. K held the **** camouflage cloth in his hand, and pointed to the chocolate wrapping paper on the ground, "If I read correctly, this is also the U.S. military's combat food. , for Air Force pilots."

"You mean the assassin was an American?" the lieutenant said in surprise.