Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 494 What Year Are You Still Fighting? !

They are all experts, and they can tell if there is a gunshot or not.

Those who dare to shoot with two guns on the battlefield are definitely masters.

"hidden!"

Ben's reminder was still too late.

People are faster than bullets.

The companion who ran for his life with him fell to the ground.

Ben didn't have time to check his teammates' injuries. He was trained to protect himself first and complete the task.

After dragging the VIP with the towing frame into the big rock on the side of the road, Ben quickly checked his weapons.

Then, someone shouted in English: "If you don't want to die, put down the gun and raise your hand!"

Ben felt a pang of sadness.

My dignified veteran of the top special forces, at this very moment, has actually fallen into a predicament, being shouted to surrender his guns and not kill him...

The VIP was still screaming at this moment.

Ben was restless and said in a blunt tone: "SIR, if you keep shouting like this, wait until you tell them our exact location. You are a man, can you shut your mouth!"

VIP is a middle-aged man, slightly fat, his face has already turned white, and his body begins to tremble like chaff.

He didn't answer Ben's words, but said inexplicably: "It's so warm...the waves here are so beautiful...Sanny, I'll go on vacation with you tomorrow after I finish my work..."

Seeing this, Ben's heart skipped a beat.

He hastily lowered his head and tore off the bandage on the VIP's thigh. When he saw it, his heart sank.

The metal rod on the tourniquet was loosened by the collision just now, and although the upper body of the VIP was entangled by the seat belt, the violent impact still caused the thigh to hit the front seat and the wound burst open.

The place penetrated by the bullet had already begun to bleed profusely again, but Ben and his companions were so focused on dragging him to escape that they didn't notice that his injury had worsened.

If VIP told him now that he was in pain and started complaining, Ben would feel relieved.

Once he starts talking nonsense, it means that he has entered a state of confusion due to excessive blood loss, and the next step is to slowly die, unless someone here can transfuse him now.

Maybe……

The thought of surrender just flashed through my mind and disappeared.

Before leaving for the mission, he received a secret order from his superiors - if something happens, the VIP must not fall into the hands of the enemy.

Absolutely not!

This is a dead order.

As a veteran, Ben knows what this means. This model is no stranger to Langley. Even in the eyes of their murderous veterans, the people who work in this industry are despicable and shameless cold-blooded animals. Sacrificing anyone, or killing anyone, no matter who they are.

Ben subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.

Fortunately, there is another stone behind this stone. They hide in the crevice of the stone, and the rear will not be attacked.

Just because you don't get attacked doesn't mean you can escape.

I looked at my watch, only ten minutes had passed since the attack.

Even if the other "Scorpion" team at the pick-up location tried their best, they might not be able to get here so quickly.

Unless they can mobilize the helicopter, they just want to mobilize this kind of air transportation here, and the day lily will be cold by the time Langley negotiates.

Ben was desperate.

He thought of his last order.

He slowly pulled out the pistol from the holster, gritted his teeth and put it on the VIP's head.

Maybe doing so is also helping him to free himself.

"Sorry, Sir!"

Ben's eyebrows became a little more rigid, and his finger pressed the trigger.

bah—

The bullet went directly into VIP's left temple and exited the other side, knocking off a large chunk of skull and spattering Ben's face with blood.

"Put down the gun! Come out and throw it, or I'll give you a grenade!"

The English speaking voice continued.

Judging by the tone of voice, it seems to be a young man.

Ben's heart was dead.

The hunting dog must be mourned on the mountain, and the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead.

This is how he feels now.

After many years of fighting on the battlefield, he returned to the battlefield for money after all, and finally died on it.

He was suddenly outraged.

Because I thought of those brothers who were killed.

sneak attack!

At this moment, this thing he has done countless times before is so worthy of resentment in his eyes.

Ben lowered his gun and yelled, "I'm out!"

Not far away, Li Zheng and Hou Jun saw Ben coming out from behind the stone, holding their own pistol and automatic rifle in their hands respectively, both in non-firing state.

Li Zheng gave up his 85 sniper at this time and chose to take out the pistol.

At this close range, the sniper rifle equipped with a high-magnification scope is not as flexible and easy to use as a pistol.

"Make him drop the gun!"

"Throw away your gun! Lie on the ground with your head in your arms!" Li Zheng shouted in English: "Spread your legs so I can see!"

How to deal with prisoners of war?

The best thing is to let him drop his weapon and lie down with his head in his arms.

Horizontal capture is the most scientific way. If the opponent wants to resist, he has to jump up from the ground, and the whole process will take more time.

Another point is to kneel down with your head in your arms.

The most stupid thing is to let the other party stand up and search. This is not a nightclub, not those guys who come to talk to you for a few hundred, but specially trained killing machines. Let them stand. These guys have no less than a dozen ways to attack suddenly And reverse the situation.

"I'll watch later, you search." Hou Jun began to assign tasks.

He had an automatic rifle in his hand, and it was more appropriate for him to be the controller.

Ben dropped the gun and literally kicked the two meters away.

Li Zheng and Hou Jun came out of the hiding place, one left and one right, one in front and one behind, and began to approach Ben in a double formation.

"Get down! Get down!"

Li Zheng kept repeating this sentence.

Ben suddenly pulled out the fighting knife.

"I am a warrior, warriors cannot surrender, come on, let's have a battle between men!"

That's all, put on a fighting pose.

Li Zheng thought to himself, hey!Really bullying, isn't it?You know how to fight?
He subconsciously wanted to draw the knife, but suddenly heard two gunshots.

Ben on the opposite side suddenly turned into a rolling gourd, rolling on the ground hugging his legs.

A wisp of smoke slowly drifted out of Hou Jun's gun, he frowned and looked at Ben, then at Li Zheng.

"You say this idiot... How the hell am I still fighting with you! Do you think I'm stupid? Want to delay time! No way!"

After speaking, he told Li Zheng: "Hurry up, put him in a pig bag and leave, and join the captain and the others as soon as possible."

The two quickly stepped forward. Li Zheng stepped on Ben's fallen fighting knife and kicked it away. Then he went up and put plastic handcuffs on Ben's hands and feet. He untied it from the back, took out a huge bag, and shook it on the ground.

This thing is what Li Zheng and the others commonly call "pig bag".

The pig bag is actually a bag, made of wear-resistant military fabric, with a restraint belt on it, which can bind a person into a silkworm-like shape, and then it can be carried away on the back by a single person.

Of course, this is physical work.

Li Zheng is young and has good physical strength, which is just right for him.

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