Battlefield Contractor

"Isn't I on the reconnaissance mission?" Sergey complained, showing a bitter face, "My reconnaissance skills are very good. Why do I just leave me as the second group?" He clenched his hands, Lin Ruineng Feel the pain that he desperately wants to fight at close range but can't do so.

"Because you are our reserve team, Sausage's sniper level is second only to Linda." Lin Rui told him, "and the best observer. The success of our plan depends on you, don't push back and forth."

Lin Rui closed his eyes and went through the details of the plan in his head. OK, everything is ready. Their odds of winning are great. He knew they would win.

"In the barracks area, I did not send out the alarm signal, so I avoided coming out." He reminded the team members. He stood up, inserted the pistol into the holster, and checked the three grenades on his belt. "Let's go in first."

He stretched out a fist, and Sergey and Sausage bid farewell to him. Yelena put her little hand on his arm. "Be careful," she whispered.

Lin Rui nodded, "I have always been very careful." He crawled outside, Crazy Horse was waiting for him. There was mud on their faces, and some grass clippings on their coats. "Any problem?" Lin Rui asked the brothers. They shook their heads.

"Okay, check your equipment. And from now on only gestures. Lin Rui said to them, "Go. "

They fumbled through the forest to a gravel road. They pushed down two huge rocks from a nearby hill, blocked the road, and then squatted in the bushes to wait. A terrorist supply truck rumbling over with its headlights on, then screamed to a stop. The two militants got out of the car and scanned the area.

"What do you think, will it be an ambush?" one of them muttered, squeezing the rifle harder.

"I don't know." The driver said, "It's a mess there anyway." He took a headscarf and covered his head. "If that's the case, I don't want to be shot in the **** and cover me. I will go and look around." The man in the passenger seat came down and walked around the truck.

"It looks okay," he whispered. "Hurry up. Let's go in and unload the goods and leave."

The driver jumped out of the cab, walked to the rocks and pushed them off the road.

Lin Rui ran out of the bushes and climbed to the bottom of the truck, grabbed the chassis, and pulled himself up close to it, so close that he could smell the rubber of the new tires. Crazy Horse followed closely behind.

None of them was found. So far so good.

The two terrorists got back into the car and continued along the road.

The gravel flicked up and hit Lin Rui's cheek, cutting the skin, and blood flowed from his ears to his neck, but he did not dare to let go and wipe it. After they were hit by a kilometer of sand and stone, the truck slowly stopped at the terrorist base. The doorman and the driver talked and laughed for a while, then walked around the car and opened the back door of the truck.

Lin Rui squirmed under the car and prepared his weapon. He shook his hand gently, beckoning others to be ready too. Lin Rui slanted his pistol and aimed it at several pairs of feet. His hands were shaking, but he finally stabilized it by his will. He must do it.

The doorman approached the truck with a weapon. He walked to the car and scanned it. "Go in." The guard patted the car body and said, "It's okay."

"How is it today?" the driver asked.

"Not very good." The guard muttered, "There are many people going back and forth, some of whom are not ours. The officers are discussing combat issues, and those people are also participating."

"Damn it," the driver said, then started the engine and drove into the camp. The truck is parked in a warehouse. Two people came in, unloaded the goods behind, then left, and locked the warehouse door.

Lin Rui and other teammates slowly crawled out of the car. Everyone didn't speak, and if a word was overheard by the other party, the whole action would be ruined. They rubbed the aching muscles quietly, and Lin Rui tied gauze to his ears to stop the bleeding.

Lin Rui pointed at the Crazy Horse and the car hood. Crazy Horse nodded and started to work; then Lin Rui pointed at Yelena, and pointed towards the side door. Yelena walked to the door and started picking the lock.

Lin Rui and Crazy Horse are responsible for patrolling the warehouse, looking for cameras, dogs, guards, and other things they must remove. nothing.

Crazy Horse took out a water bottle, and according to the plan, he filled the water bottle with acid liquid from the battery on the truck. The side door clicked, and Yelena gave them a thumbs up, indicating that the door was open. They gathered to the door. Yelena opened the door slowly, peeking out from the crack of the door, then opened it a bit, and glanced at the left and right sides.

He nodded and walked out first, avoiding the guard at the top, and walking along the shadow of the warehouse.

Lin Rui and the other team members followed and stopped in the darkest part of the shadow. Lin Rui raised five fingers, and Crazy Horse handed him the water bottle containing the acidic liquid. Lin Rui pointed to the watch and shook five fingers.

They nodded.

Then Lin Rui pointed at Yelena, then pointed at the periphery of the camp with two fingers, and then cut on the other hand like a knife. Yelena nodded, holding the weapon and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Lin Rui and Crazy Horse also left, and headed for the barracks they had previously surveyed. There is a space for crawling under each barracks. Lin Rui rushed to the farthest barracks and flashed into the gap under the barracks. He paused for a while, listening for noisy noises, footsteps, alarms-everything was still calm.

They were not found... but there was not much time left for them to complete the task.

Lin Rui took out three chewing pots from his pocket and threw them into his mouth to chew. He climbed to the center of the barracks and carefully took out a rag from his jacket pocket. Pour the acidic liquid on it and use it to gently rub the bottom of the wooden floor. He was extremely cautious not to let the rags get soaked by acid or get the acid on himself. When the rag hit the plywood, the board began to smoke.

He soaked a one-square-meter floor with acidic liquid and looked at his watch. It only took 30 seconds, just enough time. He set the three grenades into a booby mine, and then fixed the grenade on the side of the acid-corroded part of the floor with chewed gum.

Under normal circumstances, a grenade cannot penetrate a one-centimeter thick plywood, but once the acid erodes the loose fibers, three grenades are more than enough to blow the square floor into millions of pieces-let them shoot directly into the terrorists Sleeping place. It won't be fatal...but it's guaranteed to make a mess here.

When he couldn't locate the target accurately, he needed a risky knock on the mountain. If there is a disturbance in the camp, then Murito's leader, as the leader, will definitely come forward to stabilize the panic of these terrorists.