The two minions got closer and closer.

Zhuangyan can now see every detail of them without a telescope, including the black barrel of the Dragorov sniper rifle flashing in the sun.

If these two people have received sniper training, they will also choose positions. Although they may not be able to choose the place where Zhuang Yan and Lao Baimao are, they will definitely be nearby.

No one is blind. In broad daylight, there is no cloud here. Such a good visibility, even if the position is disguised, I am afraid that clues will be seen from close range.

The sniper position was silent.

Whether it is solemn or old white-haired, my heart is extremely anxious.

The biggest "target" has not yet appeared, but unexpectedly, a large group of minions came and knew how to arrange sniper positions.

It is not difficult to kill these two minions, but the difficulty lies in it. If they are killed and other enemies in the valley are alarmed, things will be very bad.

In this way, the entire effort of the action will be in vain.

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Zhuangyan heard the vague sound of footsteps coming from the wind.

It was the sound of military boots stepping on the gravel.

One of the two minions was cursing in solemn and incomprehensible language, as if he complained that the road here was too difficult to walk.

A flash of light passed through the solemn mind.

A bold idea appeared before my eyes.

“I have one…”

“I have one…”

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 who have a tacit understanding.

Both of them suddenly laughed.

Solemnly and slowly pulled out a pistol.

The old white-haired also pulled out his pistol.

This is not an ordinary pistol, this is the spare 67-style mini-sounding pistol.

So, don’t be afraid of carrying too much things when doing tasks. Take as much as you can. As long as it does not exceed your weight-bearing ability, you must carry it.

Don't dislike the trouble.

Many Rangers from the Mogadihu incident, when they entered the city and traded fire with local militias, began to regret that they should not have even put the bulletproof insertion board in the bulletproof vest.

This time, Lao Baimao and Zhuangyan both brought the 67-style silence pistol.

The two of them were like lizards, carrying nothing, and only with a soft pistol, slowly retreated and retreated out of the bunker.

Then he slowly moved backwards and hid behind the big rock that he usually used to relieve his hands.

"Are you left or right?" asked the old white-haired man.

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

Because everything you choose is the same.

"Waiting for my order." Old Baimao said, and walked around to the other side of the stone. The two of them hid behind the stone, with only one eye exposed.

The two minions reached the location where Zhuangyan and theirs were - this is just a slope on the hillside.

I seemed to think the scenery here was quite beautiful. The two minions were in a relaxed mood and immediately started to talk and laugh.

They no longer had the vigilance they had when they first came. After all, they stayed in the valley for the whole day, and they were sure that there would be no one else here except themselves.

What's more, this ancient path has long been unpassed, and people who are not very familiar with it don't know that they can get around here.

After stretching comfortably, one of the minions suddenly said "huh", pushed the accomplices beside him, and pointed at the location of the sniper position.

At present, they are less than twenty meters away from the sniper position.

Although carefully disguised, the mountains here are completely bare and there is no vegetation, except for gravel, soil, or snow on the top of the mountain.

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

The ground seems to be slightly sunken...

He held the Aka submachine gun in one hand and walked towards the position of the sniper position with his companions.

When he walked to the position, the minion holding the submachine gun stepped forward first, stretched out his feet, and brushed a few on the ground.

Suddenly, a corner appeared in the gravel.

“Huh?”

The two of them seemed to feel something under the frozen soil in front of them.

Just as I was about to squat down to check, I suddenly heard a "click" sound not far away.

The bullets of the Type 67 Mild Pistol penetrated into the right temple of the minion holding the Dragorov sniper rifle.

He had almost no chance to hum and fell to the ground.

Another minion reacted and turned around in horror.

As soon as he turned around, a bullet shot directly into his eyebrows.

The Type 67 pistol is not powerful and has an effective range of only 30 meters, so the warhead penetrates into the head and does not penetrate the hind brain skull, but stays inside.

But this is even worse.

The unlucky guy holding the Aka submachine gun was shattered by the bullet rolling in his head.

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

Two figures flashed out from behind the big stone and rushed up like cheetahs.

The old white-haired arrived next to the two minions Shen, stretched out his hand, raised his gun and repaired a bullet, and then shot the guy holding Dragorov.

despair--

despair--

The minion, who was holding the Aka submachine gun and still twitching on the ground, had another bullet hole in his head.

The unlucky guy let out his last breath, and his body collapsed like a puppet who had lost his support.

"Remember! Replace the gun!" The old white-haired warned Zhuang Yan: "The enemy is given any chance to survive!"

In fact, although the 67-type microspeaker is not very powerful, its sound silence effect is absolutely first-class.

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

First of all, it is because the distance is only twenty meters, so you have enough confidence.

Secondly, it is because the shooting power of this soft pistol is really average, and the warhead is insufficient. No one knows whether these two guys are wearing bulletproof vests.

Once you penetrate it, you can shoot your body without killing it as soon as possible, and he will pull the trigger to fight back, attracting a lot of accomplices.

In that case, the whole task would be screwed up.

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

"Collect information." The old white-haired man began to search the body quickly without saying a word, buckle and elastic band. Anyway, he didn't let go of the places where things could be hidden, including the soles of the shoes.

The two of them searched the minions as quickly as possible and put all the fragments in their pockets into the accessories bag behind their tactical vests.

Then, the two looked at each other and smiled, took off the robes of the two unlucky minions like skinning, then covered themselves, then hid their pistols, picked up the guns of the two minions, covered their faces, and transformed themselves.

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

The only thing that made the solemn and unhappy was that the masked square scarf had a strong smell.

It seems that a spice is mixed with other odors, but it sounds pungent anyway.

Also, when he was just dressed, he saw a small piece of brain on the scarf, which made him feel a little uncomfortable and quickly flicked it off with his fingers.

"How about trying our disguise?"

Old white hair pointed to the edge of the hillside.

His meaning was very obvious. Wherever he went, he showed himself to his accomplices below.

so……
Chapter completed!