Chapter 585: Night Killing (1)
When the night is dark and there are not many night owls staying up late in the capital, Le Xiaoxiao is energetically guarding the pharmaceutical furnace and adding medicinal materials to the furnace. Similarly, in the distant Z Province and In a dense forest in the border area between India and Myanmar, now known as India, there is a person who is also awake. He is staring at a camouflaged tent ten meters away with his eyes open. .The
person following the tent had an ordinary Chinese character face, and was wearing green camouflage clothes and pants that were very close to the color of the leaves. His hair was messy, his eyes were bloodshot, he looked extremely tired, and he was also carrying a flat green backpack. .
He crouched behind a tree, using grass and twigs as shields to cover himself. He lay close to the ground, letting his heartbeat and breathing become tiny as they were decomposed by the vegetation. The tent in the distance was made of trees as "people
" In the shape of a Chinese character, the tent is covered with green vines. There is a fire place on one side. Four people are sleeping in the tent. They are all lying in undressed clothes and holding a gun in their arms. Another person is standing in the tent. There is a night watch under a nearby tree, alert to the surrounding movements. The
five people inside and outside the tent are all Southeast Asian faces, male. They are also all in olive green clothes and pants that are the color closest to the mountain vegetation. There is a stainless steel pot on the stove for cooking. , stewing food.
The night was getting thicker and thicker. At midnight, one of the people in the tent got up and replaced the man who had been watching for half a night. But after midnight, there was fog in the mountains and forests, and it became more and more humid. .
When dewdrops condensed on the leaves, they were probably too tired. The people resting in the tent snored slightly, and the night watchman also felt sleepy. He leaned against the tree, his head drooping. He drooped his head and then raised his head again. Look, and after a while he nodded little by little, repeated dozens of times. He felt sleepy and nodded more and more frequently. The
man hiding behind the tree was like a lurking cheetah, always monitoring the tent. The man on night watch, his clothes and hair were wet, and his face was dewy. He remained motionless, as firm as a stone. He stared at the night watchman who changed his watch, watching the man change from
awake to sleepy, and figured out the pattern of his nodding. , when the man on the night shift lowered his head more and more and the time between when he lifted it up became longer and longer, he stood up quietly, hunched over, and touched the man on the night shift lightly like a lion hunting.
He moved very lightly, each step was as subtle as a cat's steps, and occasionally he made a slight sound, like a rat scurrying by or a drop of dew making the grass sway. Such a slight sound would hardly wake up the night watchman.
Slowly, the man with bloodshot eyes got closer and closer to the night watchman. When he was three or four meters away, he paused and observed with the faint light of the embers in the stove that the night watchman and the people in the tent were not. Only when he showed signs of waking up did he sneak again, getting closer to the night watchman bit by bit.
He was very careful, getting closer and closer to the night watchman. Finally, when the night watchman raised his eyes to look around and then lowered his head, the man with bloodshot eyes touched the back of the tree where the night watchman was leaning, and quietly took out a With a machete and a dagger, he leaned out from behind the tree, covered the night watchman's mouth and nose with one hand at lightning speed, and swiped the dagger towards the night watchman's neck, giving him a fierce blow across the throat.
The slash was clean and decisive, severing the night watchman's throat and aorta. The blood spurted out several meters away like a line of water that had just emerged from the mouth of a fountain.
The night watchman's mouth and nose were covered, and he didn't even make a sound. His legs twitched a few times and then went limp. He still clutched the gun tightly in his hand. He went to see God silently, separated by The people in the tent less than two meters away were unconscious.
After killing a target, the man behind the tree gently lowered the night watchman whose neck was still spurting blood, and laid the man on the ground. He opened the dead man's still stiff hand and took off the gun. The night watchman was holding a sniper. He checked the rifle carefully and found that there were enough bullets. He inspected the rifle with dazzling gestures and checked the performance of the silencer.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong, the man with red eyes sneaked again, changed his position, and pointed the gun at the people in the tent from a direction where he could directly face the tent, and shot decisively.
As soon as the first muffled sound sounded, there was a second and third sound.
Each bullet flew diagonally downward, shooting at an irresistible speed towards a sleeping person in the tent. The bullet hit the person's heart, and the person let out a short cry, and blood spattered. .
The first person's blood and the second bullet fell on the second person almost at the same time. Each second bullet still hit the center of the body. The sudden screams stopped abruptly in just a short moment. The person who was shot opened his eyes. He blinked, but couldn't see anything, and blood kept coming from the wound on his chest.
Two screams in succession also woke up the other two people. The one on the edge rolled to one side, and the person caught in the middle lifted up. Just as he raised his body half up, he was shot in the chest by a bullet with a cold light. Missing the vital point, he twitched, and after a brief moment of hesitation, another bullet arrived, hitting the vital point of his heart.
The third man fell down. At the same time, he fired at the man rolling on the ground and fired towards the area facing the tent. When he fired, he vaguely saw the shadow of someone rolling towards the grass and woods.
He fired several more shots in the direction where the black shadow was rolling, without a silencer. The sound of the gunshots broke the silence of the night and spread far away. Birds living nearby were frightened and jumped into the sky, as well as animals. The sound of running.
The moment of chaos and noise were enough to affect people's judgment. The man in the tent fell out of the tent like a cat and hid in the woods next to the tent. It was safer to be covered by trees than in the tent.
He had just rolled to the weeds and vines next to the tent, and before he could hide in the hidden vegetation, a bullet came in the darkness with a hissing sound that cut through the air. When he heard that familiar sound With the sound of bullets, he had no time to roll or jump and run. He was hit on the shoulder. The pain made him involuntarily turn towards the direction of the shot shoulder. The next moment, something red and hot hit his face. First, he had blood. There was a feeling flowing down from my forehead, then a burning pain, and then my mind was disconnected.
His head drooped downwards, but before his face hit the ground, the back of his head was cut open, white and red splattered. After a moment, the person behind him also had his face on the ground, his head tilted to one side.
Four sleeping people and one night watchman died within a few minutes of each other.
The man who rolled into the woods got out of the grass, holding the war weapon captured from the enemy in his hand. He leaned out half of his body to observe, and only stood up after confirming that the four people were dead. The red in his eyes became even thicker. It was as thick as blood and full of violent aura.
"Twenty-five in total." Holding the black guy in his hand, Yan Xing twitched the corners of his mouth and murmured, full of endless regret and sadness.
There are unwritten rules in the organization. In a beheading mission, a blood-threading machine usually kills ten people at most and must be replaced. Generally, it must be withdrawn after killing five or seven people, because killing too many enemies will have an extreme impact on people's psychological endurance. A big challenge, if the murderous intention is too strong, you may be swayed by negative emotions and have a nervous breakdown.
His psychological endurance far exceeds that of a meat grinder of the same type. Even if he kills ten times in a row, his murderous aura and negative emotions will not shake his mind. However, the maximum number of kills is usually seventeen. No matter how many more, the murderous aura is too strong, and even if there is no blood on his body, there will still be the shadow of blood. Even dogs would be frightened by that kind of smell, and it would take at least a month of rest to gradually eliminate the murderous aura subconsciously emanating from the body and the bloody smell that appeared invisibly.
This time, it exceeded the previous limit and reached twenty-five consecutive kills.
This number is also the limit that he can persist. His master has taught him that even if he is the guardian of the country, he should not kill too hard because his own cultivation is not enough. He cannot kill more than three or nine enemies until the moment of life and death.
The number of three-nine is twenty-seven people.
He has killed twenty-five consecutively, and is only two away from the number twenty-seven. He can no longer challenge his psychological limit.
He can no longer continue to carry out the beheading mission. Next, he will retreat and let another group of people secretly guard the border. No outsiders will be allowed to have illegal and dangerous actions on the border under any pretext.
Yan Xing let out a breath, slowly raised his head, and covered his eyes with his hands. His eyes seemed to be covered with a thin red gauze, and his vision was not clear. This was also caused by the strong murderous aura, which is commonly known as red eyes.
After blinking his sore and sore eyes several times, he took out a pair of gloves from his backpack, replaced the pair in his hands, took out a strong flashlight, and walked over to check on the five short-lived ghosts. All five of them had bulging eyes. He looked like he would die with his eyes closed.
Yan Xing did not sympathize with them. A soldier who died for his country deserved his death. It was an honor to give his life for the faith he was loyal to. Just as a dead soldier from another country met him, he would not be merciful and would not sympathize with him if he killed him. .
He dragged the nearest person to the place next to their tent and threw them away. He also moved the night watchman to a pile, then dragged the three people out of the tent, put them all in a row, searched them, and took them away. He took away some important things that could prove their identity, and extracted the hair and blood of five people as specimens. He left the guns and ammunition, threw all the unnecessary things on them, and burned them with his own strange fire.
A ball of strange fire flew out, only as big as a bowl. When it met the wind, it grew and burned the corpse.
Because he often used strange fire, and he was often in the deep mountains and old forests, he did not get any rest. He could not use fire to cook food for up to half a month, and could only eat dry food or raw food. His mental and physical strength was challenged, and he was not strong. The mental power supports the strange fire, and the flame is also affected, and its strength is insufficient.
Fortunately, he brought the pills given by the little Loli and distributed them to the team members who were performing the beheading operation. He also took one of them himself. Whenever he couldn't hold on anymore, he would take one to replenish himself with energy and barely maintain the flame. And fighting ability.
The five people burned for more than four minutes. When dawn came and there was light in the woods, they were finally burned to ashes, leaving a piece of scorched earth and some white powder on the ground.
Yan Xing did not dismantle the tent, but only put out the fire in the simple stove to avoid a wildfire. He took nothing else and walked into the woods without looking back, carrying a bundle of guns. He had also seized trophies before. The guns and bullets were all used up, and it was troublesome to carry them around. They were all destroyed. As a result, he didn't even have any guns last night and could only snatch others' with bare hands.
He walked over mountains and ridges for most of the day, finally bypassing the peaks and cliffs that even apes and animals could not climb, and returned to his own country. After walking for another half a day, he arrived at a sentry point for border guards to observe in the afternoon. It is also the place where the members of the beheading operation change teams.
Correcting the code word, Mr. Yan, who looked like someone else, entered the sentry point, recorded the things seized, handed them over to the sentry point personnel and did not stay long. He only took a shower, changed clothes, and left immediately. A few miles away, villagers in border villages were asked to use motorcycles to take them to larger towns to rent cars.
When Yan Shao kept changing modes of transportation all the way, it was already evening when he arrived in Saskatchewan, Province Z. There were no direct flights to the capital from the airport, so he stayed temporarily in the city.
Even if he had a place to live, he did not dare to sleep peacefully and kept alert. When he woke up on the morning of the 27th, his eyes were still bloodshot. He wore sunglasses to cover his eyes. He rushed to the airport and took the 9:30 flight to Beijing.
When the plane landed safely at the Capital Airport at 1:30 in the afternoon, Yan Xing finally took a breath. Only when he returns to the capital alive can he truly be alive. In other places, even if he does not fall down during the mission, accidents may happen on the way. , not considered alive.
Returning to the place where he grew up, he felt that the pressure in his heart was slightly relieved. He walked out of the emergency exit and took a secret taxi outside the terminal to pick him up. He changed several times along the way and spent more than three days to get there. After returning to the garrison, I first took off my human skin mask, then washed my makeup, changed into light casual clothes, and reported to the brigade commander before going to the base office to report.
Liu Zhengyi only listened to the most important points of the mission, and drove Yan Xiaozi away with a straight face to let him have a good rest. The kid's eyes were full of red mist, and there was murderous and bloody smell on his body. If he didn't get well, he would be fine, and the rest People are inevitably affected by his murderous intent.
The leader asked him to leave, and Yan Xing returned to the team, picked up his personal belongings, and sent them to He's house. He felt a little violent in his heart and should not drive, otherwise he might lose patience when he was stuck in a traffic jam.
Heijiu and Shenliu, who were left behind, rushed to drive. In the end, Shenliu got the task of being the driver and drove the captain's special seat to see him off. On the way, they listed the "unscrupulous" behavior of a certain little lolita to divert the captain's attention. Strength, calm down the violent aura he vaguely revealed.
Yan Xing heard that it was as easy for little Lolita to dig Cordyceps as digging radishes in the ground. A charming smile appeared on her pale and tired face from wearing a human skin mask for a long time, as if the powerful person was herself, proud. Strike team member: "Little Lolita is so powerful. Even someone as handsome as me can't beat her. You can only watch her sweep away the cordyceps, and then be jealous and secretly resentful." Shenliu almost used the accelerator
. The brakes were stepped on. Captain, what does the sullen expression on your face mean? Also, being handsome has nothing to do with digging up Cordyceps, right?
The captain's thinking is getting more and more... out of touch. Shenliu feels that he is a little behind the times, so he can only pretend that he has not heard the captain criticizing others and praising his own bad behavior. Who knows that the captain is full of blood now, so let him go first Captain, please be narcissistic. Anyway, there is a little loli who can easily crush the captain.
There was a sixteen-god god who was chattering about little Lolita. Yan Xing felt happy in his heart, and his aura of violence was not that strong.
Walking and talking all the way, we arrived at our destination unknowingly. Shen Liu sent the captain into the compound where Mr. He San lived and sent him to the gate of the courtyard. He was relieved when he saw that the captain was carrying a backpack and his movements were not much different from usual. Return to the station.
(End of chapter)