The best perspective expert

Chapter 596
Wangshan ran a dead horse, and it was the same on the vast Gobi Desert. It looked very close to the naked eye, but in fact the distance during the period was calculated in kilometers.

Thinking about it this way, Han Zhenyang's perspective distance of about 500 meters is nothing.

Because of this, after the three mice jumped out of the car, they quickly disappeared from Han Zhenyang's sight, and the telescope also lost its function. He could only point Bai Bing in a direction based on his general impression, "Go there Let's go, let's see how lucky we are, if we are lucky, we can catch them directly, if we are unlucky, we have to give up the vehicle."

It is safe to drive, and they are not afraid of being trapped. The bright headlights can at least ensure that they drive the car into a deep ditch in this dark night.

But in the same way, the sharp headlights will allow the three mice to accurately observe their positions, so that they can choose their absconding route calmly. As long as they don't enter Han Zhenyang's perspective range, they don't have to worry about being caught. Don't worry until dawn.

Therefore, to catch the three mice, Han Zhenyang and Bai Bing can only try their luck first, then throw away the car and blend themselves into the night, and then use his special ability to catch them.

Although his perspective distance is only about 500 meters, it is impossible to directly find the hiding place of the three mice, but he can accurately find the footprints left by the three mice in the dark, and he does not believe that the three mice are here. In this case, it is still possible to erase the whereabouts.

In other words, when both sides are in the dark, his advantage will be very obvious. As long as he has patience and a little bit of luck, he will catch three mice sooner or later.

Unless he was so unlucky that he wandered around all night and didn't even find the footprints left by the three mice, then he had nothing to say.

But that possibility is slightly equal to zero. Does he remember the place where the three mice jumped out of the car? If it's impossible, he can go back to the spot and start searching from the beginning. Isn't it easy to find so many footprints with his ability?

Of course, even if footprints are found, it is quite difficult to track them down. The Gobi is not a desert. When the wind blows, even the more obvious footprints will be swept away.

Therefore, they must act quickly, and if they are late, they may really get nothing.

He took a mission with great difficulty, but he was unwilling to return empty-handed.

Bai Bing is not a fool either. Hearing Han Zhenyang's words, he understood that today's arrest operation will be a hard fight, not only a hard fight, but also a Gobi chase that will cause headaches for all combat units.

Chasing mountain mice who are good at hiding and familiar with the terrain on the Gobi is a hard job, not to mention it is night.

The most important thing is that they have no logistics and no night combat equipment. The only set of thermal imaging cameras is the one with a relatively short detection range, which is only suitable for street fighting and has little effect on chasing in the Gobi.

Even, they don't even have the most basic cotton coat.

Of course, he is not afraid of the cold, but Bai Bing's clothes are not very thick. Apart from the camouflage uniform on the outside, there is only an ordinary thermal suit inside. This kind of clothing can ensure the flexibility of the body, but the degree of warmth is average. It was okay when I was in the car, but I couldn't last long after chasing the murderer on foot on the vast Gobi Desert.

It is already very cold in the Northwest in October, especially at night, when the temperature has reached minus ten degrees.The temperature is not high at all, not to mention the night wind. There is a flat river on the Gobi, but there is no terrain to block the wind and sand. The cold wind blowing from the northwest can be as cold as it wants.

But Bai Bing only hesitated for a moment, and then drove towards the front, where the three mice stayed for the last time.

Although Bai Bing didn't speak, his attitude was already very obvious - he wouldn't give up until he caught the three mice.

Seeing this, Han Zhenyang just shrugged his shoulders, and continued to pretend to observe with a telescope.

Ten minutes later, Bai Bing stopped the car angrily. They had already circled around twice, but they didn't even find a mouse hair. ?”

"Abandon the car, look for their footprints, there should be some left," he answered while taking Bai Bing's flashlight and jumped out of the car, started searching decently, snapped his fingers and shouted softly after a few minutes: "Found again."

Bai Bing, who was searching in another direction, hurried over, "What?"

"Footprints, look, three people ran towards the north," he squatted on the ground, pointing to the row of messy but very faint footprints on the ground and said, "Three people, one of them was wearing shoes similar to military boots, from Judging from the depth of the footprints, the weight should be quite large, or there should be relatively heavy utensils on the body."

The footprints are very faint, but they exist after all. Although the geology on the Gobi Desert is hard, most places are covered with a layer of fine sand. Not to mention people, even a hare running past will leave a string of footprints.

Analyzing the target's detailed data based on footprints is an entry-level skill for criminal policemen, and it's not particularly complicated. Of course, he hasn't learned it before, but after staying in the [-]th Bureau for such a long time, he has listened enough. What's more, he didn't really intend to play a guest role as a criminal police officer, but just wanted to disclose the general information of the three mice to Bai Bing in this way.

The reason why he mentioned that one of the targets was quite heavy was mainly because the mouse was really strong, like a black bear from Siberia, it was estimated to be about two meters tall, and the muscles on its body were as powerful as those carved out of plaster. And the figure is still very flexible, obviously not only tall and strong, but also has received professional gymnastics training, if not, ordinary people are so tall and strong, they will only grow more stupid.

Such a tall and strong person who has practiced gymnastics will have terrifying fighting ability. "One force can reduce ten times", this sentence is not just for fun.It is estimated that the current Bai Bing is no match for that burly mouse.

Although Bai Bing is also a veteran with rich experience in actual combat, the opponent is obviously not bad, and the difference in stature and strength is so large, unless it is a trick, it is almost impossible for Bai Bing to win.

So he made a special point, hoping that when Bai Bing really meets the opponent, he can quickly become alert, at least have a defense, so that he won't lose his head in seconds.

Of course, with him by his side, generally speaking, such accidents would not happen.

Bai Bing didn't know if he heard it, so he also squatted down to carefully observe the messy footprints, moved forward slowly along the footprints for a certain distance, and then nodded, "Basically, it can be confirmed that this is what the target left behind. , It's just that if you want to just follow the footprints, you have to turn on the flashlight, but turning on the flashlight is a living target, ambush to shoot our black guns, basically one shot at one shot, it's too dangerous..."

The danger that Bai Bing can think of, of course he can't think of it, he wants to say that he is not afraid of black guns at all, but it is better not to say such shocking things, even if he attributes everything to the effect of qigong, he still cannot be trusted people.If the black gun is just a pistol, that's all. What if it's another gun?What if an armor-piercing projectile fired by Barrett came and he blocked it lightly with a wave of his hand, how would he explain it afterwards?

But he didn't want to give up halfway, so he could only pretend to be mysterious and whispered: "I'll tell you a secret, don't let it out."

"What secret?" Bai Bing asked suspiciously.

"My eyesight is very strong, very strong," he said in a low voice.

Bai Bing's eyes lit up, "How strong is it? Can you have night vision?"

"Hey, that's right, otherwise I wouldn't have said it now," he nodded, then turned off the flashlight, bent over and walked forward, staring at the ground like a kangaroo, "but we still need light, that is, on the Gobi The terrain is relatively open, the surrounding environment is relatively reflective, and there are many stars in the sky, otherwise it is useless."

"It's amazing, if you go to infiltrate, wouldn't you be sure of it?" Bai Bing said excitedly when he saw this.

"Don't you think it's a waste to let someone like me do the infiltration?"

"It's a bit wasteful," Bai Bing nodded, but asked excitedly, "Is this really the effect of Qigong?"

"I don't know if other people's qigong has such an effect, but my qigong does have a similar effect," he said in a low voice. For example, the metabolic rate of the human body will also increase, even including the speed of wound healing..."

"Hiss..." Bai Bing took a breath, "Wound healing speed? Wolverine?"

He chuckled lightly, "What are you thinking, what about Wolverine, why didn't you say Deadpool?" After laughing, he said, "It's not that exaggerated, it's just a little bit improved."

"That's pretty amazing, it's almost like a supernatural power."

"Supernatural ability? Does breaking a big stone in the chest count as a supernatural power? Does a flying needle count as a supernatural power? Breaking a brick with a palm, breaking a stone with a single finger, or breaking a blue tile with your head counts as a supernatural power?" He laughed and said, "What do you mean? How can it be that they are not all the result of hard and professional training?"

"This..." Bai Bing hesitated, "That's true, but those little tricks are too insignificant compared to your ability, right?"

"Rare is more strange," he said pretending to be mysterious: "There are not many people like me in China, but there are a few, but they are unknown."

Bai Bing asked in surprise: "No way? Why have I never heard of or even seen a similar character? Shouldn't there be no rumors about such a powerful character?"

He snorted twice, and said with disdain: "My ability sounds exaggerated, but it's actually not very useful. Let alone a large-scale team battle, even a small-scale battle, what can my little ability decide? In the cold In the age of weapons, I may be a fierce general with one rider, but what is it in front of hot weapons? Don’t talk about big killers like nuclear bombs and thermobaric bombs, let alone anti-infantry mines like broadswords. The sweet potato mine is enough to blow me into a sieve."

(End of this chapter)