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Chapter 156 Special Forces
Washington state, holiday town.

State Police Interim Command.

On the north bank of an iron bridge, dozens of military tents have been erected scatteredly, and various military and police equipment are being installed one after another.

Looking down from the sky, you can see police explosion-proof vehicles, army armored vehicles, and military trucks constantly coming in and out, and there are even police helicopters circling in the air, including two "Cobra" gunships.

While all branches of the military were busy in darkness, an inconspicuous Black Hawk helicopter landed in the open space of the military camp.

The cabin door opened, and a strong white man wearing a red T-shirt jumped out.

The strong man is tall and muscular, with a blue baseball cap covering his cold eyes.

He took a puff of the cigar carelessly, then puffed out smoke and looked around.

Immediately, five more strong men jumped out of the hatch one after another. They were both black and white, fat and thin. They were all dressed similarly to No. 5. They were all dressed in casual clothes. They didn't look like they were here to fight, but rather like they were on vacation.

A black guy walked out of a tent near the tarmac, and when he saw the big man in the red T-shirt, he immediately rushed forward.

"Dutch! I haven't seen him for a while."

"Hey! Dillon, I heard that you have retired, why are you here?"

The two reached out to hold each other's hands, and each of them stretched out their wrists to compete with each other to see who had greater strength.

The black guy quickly blushed and raised his hand to signal his surrender.

"Hey! Man, you're still so strong."

"No, it seems that retirement has made you lazy."

The black man rubbed his wrist and explained forcefully: "I didn't retire, I just changed jobs. We'll talk about it later."

Without waiting for the strong white man to ask, he immediately changed the subject: "Dutch, come with me, and I'll take you to meet someone."

The two of them went to the largest tent in the middle of the military camp one after another.

As soon as he walked into the tent, he heard the beeps of communication equipment on both sides, and on the military table in the middle, there was a detailed military map.

Four people stood around the table, and one of the old heads was the person in charge of this place.

The black man stepped forward and said, "Come here quickly! This is the supreme commander of this operation, Colonel Trautman."

Then the burly white man was introduced: "Captain Dutch, captain of the Army Ranger Special Operations Team. They are the most professional battlefield rescue team."

As for the other three, the black man did not introduce them, and it was obvious that he did not know.

"Hello, Captain!" The old man was very polite and took the initiative to shake hands.

Then he pointed at the other three people and introduced them.

"This is Captain Miller from the SEALs."

"Major Carter, Green Beret."

"The last one, Lieutenant Sean, is from the Delta Force. Maybe you haven't heard of it. It was just established."

The strong man glanced at them casually, and then asked very bluntly: "I'm not used to cooperating with strangers, besides! I received a rescue order, please find someone else for combat missions."

After saying that, he glanced at the three of them with disdain. It seemed that they were not just provocative, but a different kind of difference.

The old man smiled and didn't care. For young people, being angry means being capable.

"This is a rescue mission to save a lost lamb."

"One?"

"Only one!"

Staring at the disbelieving expression of the strong white man, the old man sighed and explained: "He is a hero of the empire just like you, but he is lost and cannot extricate himself." He took out a group photo and placed it on the table. Pointing at one of them, he said, "John Rambo was once a member of the Green Beret Baker Team. At that time, I was their direct captain."

"Their performance during a special operation in Saigon was outstanding, the best I have ever seen."

"The mission this time is to capture him, remember to capture him alive, not kill him!"

Just capture an ex-Special Forces member alive?It's not like they dispatched four top special operations teams. The strong white man was obviously a little unbelievable.

Before he could raise any questions, Lieutenant Sean, who had just become the captain of the Delta Special Forces, asked disdainfully: "Such a massive effort, just for a veteran?"

The old man was too lazy to explain. He only waited for the four of them to read the photo before carefully putting it away in his pocket. However, he warned softly: "Don't underestimate him. He is a top guerrilla warfare expert. He just defeated a company a few days ago."

"Are they those National Guard babies outside?"

"Actually, I want to say that I can do it too!"

Lieutenant Sean laughed, and the other three smiled knowingly.

The old man didn't defend himself. He walked slowly to the tent door, looked at the mountains in the distance and said leisurely: "Act as soon as possible. I hope you can come back alive."

Speaking of Heshen, the game in the woods has suffered.

He eats meaty creatures such as pheasants, wild boars, elk, black bears, mountain lions, etc. in different ways.

Not to mention, there are really many wild animals here in the United States, and the tastes are also different.

He felt comfortable eating, and Heshen was no longer in a hurry. He really wanted to take a walk in this deep mountain and old forest to cultivate his sentiments.

One day, four Black Hawk helicopters flew into the jungle, searching for treetops and deep traces left on the ground.

Soon, one of them stopped in the air, and six team members fell from the lifting rope, forming a fan shape to alert the surroundings.

The other three continued to move forward, each looking for the best landing point.

Apart from anything else, the group of strong white men chose a riverside to land. Before setting off, they had already discussed that people must have three elements if they want to survive in the cold mountainous area.

Water, shelter, and fire.

And among their group.There happens to be an Indian who is extremely good at surviving in the wild, and it feels like coming home here.

"Billy, it's all up to you!" The strong white man didn't want to waste time.

"Boss, wait until I find his traces, then don't get rid of my tracking!"

"That's best. Cheer up, everyone, and end this boring game as soon as possible."

"Boss, are you bored? I have high-quality tobacco here, which will definitely make you feel comfortable to death."

A machine gunner named Billy took out a pack of tobacco from his backpack and offered it obsequiously.

"Go away! Billy, you will die of oral cancer sooner or later. Spit out that black dirt."

Ramirez, the correspondent in the team, took out a military map to locate his position, but his mind was not on the map.

"Head, is this person really a soldier who retired from the Vietnam War? I heard that he was tortured at the local police station before he fought back angrily. Is this how the people treat the heroes of the empire?"

The strong white man was stunned for a moment, and then said coldly again: "Remember, don't think of yourself as a hero! That thing is worthless."

After that, he led the team members to go upstream.

People need to drink water, and this big river is the only clean water source here.

Their guess was correct. He Shen not only went to fetch water, but also pitched his tent directly on the hillside beside the river.

(End of this chapter)