Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 381 The End of the Ghost Mercenary Team

"Cough cough cough...Fuck..."

A violent cough came from the overturned pickup truck. The door was pushed open with great effort. A strong arm grabbed the edge of the door and the monitor lizard crawled out with difficulty. His face was covered in blood and his head was dizzy.

“Bah bah bah… Damn it…”

He spat out the dirt from the corner of his mouth and looked around carefully.

Pong...

"Shet..."

The car door behind him was pushed open and a muffled voice was heard. The monitor lizard turned his head and saw that it was Nighthawk, so he quickly dragged him out.

"Damn it, we have to get out of here..."

The two men observed their surroundings for a while, and heard the roar of a car in the distance. They hurriedly looked for a place to hide. Fortunately, this was not a flat area, but many small hills behind. They did not dare to delay and hid in the hills.

As for the other teammates, the three in the rear car were all 100% dead, and the bald guy in the front car must have fainted, and he asked because there was no time to wake him up.

squeak--!
Two Hummers stopped beside the car that was blown away. Several sturdy and well-equipped men got out of the cars. They had a clear division of labor. Two of them searched the inside of the vehicle, and the other four quickly guarded the surroundings.

The first one was the car that was blasted into the sky by the rocket head-on and was still burning. There was no one alive inside, so the search was relatively simple. The two men just shot each person in the head with a pistol and that was it.

"Boss, there is one survivor, but two are missing."

One of the people responsible for searching the vehicle turned around to report. This person looked a little thinner than the others.

"Send him to God, we don't need any prisoners."

Another strong man who was also in charge of the search nodded, then turned to the others and said, "Gentlemen, two mice have escaped. It seems we have to play a game of hide-and-seek."

"Damn it, Christmas doesn't like hide and seek."

A sturdy man shook his head and complained while vigilantly observing his direction.

"Is it because playing hide-and-seek requires wasting brain cells that causes hair to fall out?"

The other strong man next to him was also observing his direction vigilantly, but he did not forget to tease him.

"Okay, the target is most likely on the hill, and is probably watching us, looking for a place to hide."

Ross gave an order, interrupting everyone's joking conversation. They all found a suitable shelter to hide. They had just searched but had not found the opponent's sniper Nighthawk. If the opponent was watching them, then when they were about to start searching, there was a high probability that they would be sniped and killed. However, because they were currently at the bottom, they could not find where the opponent was. The weak terrain and the fact that the enemy was in the dark while they were in the light was not a good thing.

……

High on the hill, Monitor Lizard and Nighthawk quietly observed several well-equipped strong men below, their faces looking extremely ugly.

"Fak, it's not the Seleka militia!"

The monitor lizard immediately denied the possibility that they were pursuers. The Seleka armed forces did not have such elite troops. They had a clear division of labor, strong vigilance, clean and neat movements, and excellent weapons and equipment. They would not have any doubt that these people were US special forces, especially their weapons and equipment, which were almost complete replicas of the equipment of SEAL Team Six. It just seemed that US special forces should not be here now, which made the monitor lizard a little confused.

"They should know we are missing two people. These people seem to be very familiar with us."

The sniper Nighthawk, who was very frugal with words, also frowned. They were just a mercenary team with a little strength. Such teams were not uncommon in Africa and should not have attracted the attention of the US special forces. But now it was obvious that the other party was coming for them.

"Damn it, whoever these guys are, we have to find a way to get out of here."

The monitor lizard was a little anxious. There was only a small hill here, and it was only a matter of time before they were found by the other side.

"Then we can only stop them."

Nighthawk put his finger on the trigger and pulled the bolt. As a sniper, occupying an advantageous terrain, he was confident that he could stop a team of a hundred people as long as the opponent did not have sufficient fire support. Even if the opponent was also elite, with only a few people, it would not be difficult to stop the opponent's pace if he made a deliberate move.

But just when he locked onto the burly man who looked like the captain and was about to pull the trigger, the other party suddenly moved quickly and disappeared from his sniper scope. The same happened to several other people, completely entering his shooting and visual blind spots, which made it impossible for him to start.

"Shet!"

The monitor lizard also saw this scene, and after cursing under his breath, he could do nothing.

"Looks like we have to leave quickly."

Nighthawk put away the sniper rifle and started to move cautiously. They had lost the opponent's sight. If they continued to lie there motionless, they would really be waiting for death, because no one knew what means the opponent would use to search for them, especially when they guessed that the opponent was a US special forces unit. Drones were almost a standard feature of the opponent. They had to find a blind spot that could avoid the drone search and hide there first.

Facts have proved that although they guessed wrong about the origins of Ross and others, there was really no difference in their equipment. Below the hill, a black object only the size of a thumb rose slowly and flew over the hill. The centimeter-level search made everything visible. No matter how hard the two living people tried, they could not escape the search of the "Black Bee" drone. Yin and Yang controlled the drone and soon found one of them above the hill.

"Found one, boss, halfway back, at one o'clock, and the other one at... found it, at 11 o'clock, not far from each other."

Through the feedback from the "Black Bee" drone, Yin Yang saw on the terminal a muscular man with a beard, who was moving to the side with a gun in his hand, and to the side of him, there was another guy of average build moving. It was obvious that these two were the fish that had escaped the net that they were looking for, the sniper Nighthawk and the opponent's captain Monitor Lizard.

"Chase after them, gentlemen. The prey has appeared. Next is - hunting time!" Ross held down the headset, and after giving the order, the team spread out in a specific position and began to search on the top of the hill. Although there are only two people on the other side now, and their position has been locked by them, but as the saying goes, it is better to be safe than sorry. This is more applicable to the situation where it is either you die or I die. No one dares to take it lightly, which is extremely irresponsible to their own lives and the lives of their teammates. They are all experienced people, so naturally they would not make such a mistake.

In other industries, perhaps the more experienced people are, the more likely they are to make all kinds of low-level mistakes, because they feel they are very familiar with it and can do it casually, just like most of the people who have car accidents are experienced drivers, and most of the people who drown are good at swimming, because the situations they face are not that stimulating. However, the soldiers fighting on the battlefield will never make that kind of mistake, and they must always remain highly vigilant, because they know better that they are just mortals, and a bullet can put them to sleep forever.

Faced with the pursuit and blockade of a six-man team, this small hilly area was not very large, and coupled with the drone's lock, no matter how the two monitor lizards tried to escape, it was of no avail and they were soon bitten.

Da da da……

The monitor lizard hid behind the cover and fired a short burst of shots at the pursuers behind it, scaring them into the cover. Just as he was about to continue running away, a series of bullets were fired from the other direction. Fortunately, he had a strong sense of crisis and changed his position to hide behind the cover, thus avoiding being shot back on the spot.

"Damn American troops!"

Although he was once a US soldier, this did not stop him from cursing at the critical moment of life and death. After hiding behind the bunker and changing the magazine, he chose to just extend the muzzle of the gun and pull the trigger by feeling in the direction where the bullet had just come from. The opponent had already locked onto the bunker where he was, and he did not dare to gamble on whether the opponent's reaction ability was fast enough. At this time, faith shooting was definitely the only choice.

Da da da………

Facts have proved that although it is difficult to really hit the enemy with faith shooting, no one dares to ignore the bullets, and the pursuers behind are naturally the same, so they have to hide behind the cover first.

Nighthawk on the other side held his breath and was about to pull the trigger of the sniper rifle, but he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Without time to think, he quickly shot his head back as quickly as possible.

state!
Bang!
With a loud gunshot, a .338-inch Lapu-Magnum bullet hit the spot where he had just been, causing gravel to fly and giving him a palpitation. His sense of crisis saved his life!
If he had been just a little bit slower, the bullet would have hit his skull, and his head would have been torn into pieces like a watermelon, with red and white stuff splattering all over the ground!
"Well, that's a pity..."

In the distance, Gunnar curled his lips, pulled the bolt again, and waited for the prey to appear. What snipers never lack is patience. Although he usually has a hot temper, which seems different from most snipers, it does not mean that he will be equally hot-tempered during the mission.

"Little baby, come out quickly..."

Gunnar muttered softly, waiting, and observing all the bunkers around the target. The opponent was also a sniper. If he did not change position when he knew that he was locked by another sniper, he would not be a qualified sniper, or even a qualified soldier.

Situations like two snipers sniping against each other in movies or TV dramas are basically impossible to happen in reality, and situations like two people fighting for several rounds at the same sniping point during the confrontation are even more impossible.

First of all, the best way to deal with snipers in modern warfare is fire coverage. After discovering the sniper's position, call for fire support. Under the condition of artillery fire, the opponent has almost no chance of survival. This is the most conventional way to deal with snipers. In certain circumstances, there is no fire support and fire coverage cannot be achieved. It is just that two snipers meet on a narrow road. It is definitely not about who is more skilled, but who gets the upper hand first. As long as I lock your position, you can either find my blind spot and leave, or you can only wait to die. As for suddenly coming out to shoot me, it depends on whether I am faster because I am well prepared and only need to pull the trigger, or you are faster because you need to find my position before aiming and shooting after you come out. This is an impossible task at all.

No one dares to challenge a sniper's scope unless he is tired of living.

Obviously, Nighthawk was not tired of living. At this moment, he was halfway up the hill, while Gunnar occupied a favorable position on a high ground. The advantage of a wide field of vision allowed Gunnar to determine that the other party was behind the cover and had not moved at all. Since the other party did not come out, his task was to lock onto the other party.

If Nighthawk does not come out, he will not be able to help his teammate the monitor lizard. The isolated and helpless monitor lizard is simply unable to resist the enemies that are attacking from multiple directions from above.

Da da da……

After hiding behind the cover and firing a burst of shots, the monitor lizard had just retreated back into the cover when a bullet flew from the side and bit his shoulder!
"Fake!"

The sudden heavy blow on the shoulder caused him to lose his balance instantly, and his body fell out of the shelter, which also announced his death.

Da da da……

A series of bullets hit his tilted body, causing blood to splatter and he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

Ross and others quickly stepped forward and shot him again, ending his life completely.

The only remaining Nighthawk was locked by Gunnar. After realizing that his captain was dead, he knew that there was nothing he could do and that they were all doomed to die today.

"Can I have a cigarette?"

Leaning on the cover behind him, Nighthawk put down his weapon and let Ross and others surround him. He made a request to Ross and others. As a sniper, he usually does not smoke, but chews gum, because the smell of smoke will expose people.

"of course."

Ross and the others looked at each other, took out their half-smoked pack of Marlboro and threw it over.

"Who the hell are you?"

After lighting the cigarette and taking a deep breath, Nighthawk slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth. He was still very confused. The opponent's attack was obviously planned in advance, and it was specifically aimed at them. However, they did not know each other, nor did they offend any big bosses, nor did they have any conflicts with the US military. This made him a little confused. Until now, he was actually inclined to believe that Ross and others were from SEAL Team Six, because their weapons and equipment were almost a one-to-one replica.

"You fired a shot in Caracas and the boss was mad, so we came here."

Ross shrugged, still letting the other party know what was going on.

"Sean? Okay, I think I understand. It looks like my shot caused him a lot of damage."

Hearing this answer, Nighthawk was somewhat surprised and relieved at the same time. He really didn't expect that even though he and his companions had returned to Central Africa, they were still found by the other party. He was afraid that the other party had spent a lot of effort.

"Yes, if it weren't for Boss's good luck, maybe we wouldn't have come. Of course, maybe someone else would have come."

Ross spread his hands without comment, then took out a pistol, pointed it at the man's head, and pulled the trigger.

boom!
(End of this chapter)