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Chapter 35 Joss Flow Infiltration Method
"Although you have just crossed the ocean and arrived here, it is a pity that you have no time to rest."

The person who received Joss and the others was a person who seemed to be an officer of the place.

However, the two sides did not exchange any pleasantries. After briefly handing over the report, the officer went straight to the topic.

"You are all elites of the Mi Army, so you naturally don't need to go to the frontal battlefield as cannon fodder, but I think you should also know that your mission will only be more dangerous than this."

As a paper map was unfolded in his hands, Joss and the others saw a bright red X mark jumping in front of them.

"According to the results of the analysis of the news we received before, this place is the base camp of this group of terrorists."

The officer pointed to the position of the red cross. Although he hadn't said anything later, everyone present understood what his mission was.

"That's right, just as you've imagined, your task is to bypass the frontal battlefield and infiltrate here, and kill their leaders."

"Although their army has been dragged by us on the frontal battlefield, there are still many defenders in this base. It is impossible to attack by force with our garrison here, so we can only rely on you."

Speaking of this, the officer sighed and took out some forms and handed them to Joss and the others, saying: "In order to prevent the news from leaking, we can't provide much help, but you can write all the equipment you need, Equipment, we will prepare it in the shortest possible time.”

But what the officer said was true. Naturally, the fewer people who knew about this sneak attack mission, the better. Even this map was only known to the few people with the highest authority in the base.

It's just that it's concealment to do so, but it's a great challenge for Joss and the others.

The frontal battlefield is of course dangerous. Entering that kind of flesh and blood mill is a narrow escape, and being able to come back is entirely dependent on luck.

But Jos and his mission will only be more dangerous. The small team goes deep behind the enemy's rear... What is this going to do to the enemy?

cough cough...

All in all, compared to the frontal battlefield, Joss and the others had limited supplies, no reinforcements, and extremely difficult tasks. This would be a situation of negative population growth.

But this is the elite, with more rewards and honors than everyone else, naturally they have to do things that everyone can't do.

It was also for this reason that no one in Joss's team had any complaints, and they just silently filled in the materials they needed on the form.

……

"Sir, is this form wrong?" A soldier who manages the reserve supplies carefully looked at the form in his hand several times, and finally couldn't help but look up at the officer beside him.

The officer squinted at the words on the list, and was also moved by subtle headaches.

There are only two things written there, one is a small backpack that fits well and purified water, these are just very common supplies and are not uncommon.

But this second...

He could only shake his head when he saw the text marked with all kinds of fancy patterns, afraid that others would not see it.

That's all, they are the real elites, and when it comes to actual combat experience, people like me who sit in the rear can understand the idea.

"Do you think this wording seems to be wrong? Hurry up and get ready to go."

He dismissed the soldier with a wave of his hand, but the officer looked into the distance, feeling melancholy for no reason.

"Although it was my fault for concealing their strength, it is impossible for you to come back no matter what, so you won't blame me, right?"

He didn't tell Jos and them from the beginning to the end that the defense force of that barracks was almost five times that of this base!
……

After all, when the war was at stake, the efficiency of the barracks was astonishingly fast, and various supplies were delivered one after another in just about 10 minutes.

"What do you want?" A big man with a scarred face asked the people around him while playing with the Gatling machine gun in his hand.

After all, they are partners who will fight side by side and even die together, and they want to get to know their teammates as much as possible during this time.

Although this group of people has a certain level of basics, such as physical combat skills and the use of firearms, each of them naturally has their own specialization.

"Sniper rifle bullets, drinking water, grenades..." A short man with a sniper rifle on his back also knew this truth, so he simply ended the conversation.

"Assault rifles, daggers, and pistols are all common things." A bald black man with two eyes raised his gun as a gesture.

There are a total of 22 people in this team including Joss, and it didn't take too much time to introduce each other.

In addition, there have been more or less conversations on the plane before, and most of them are familiar.

"Strange, where is that kid named Joss?" Someone said something, and everyone realized that Joss was not there.

"I just heard that he asked for too many supplies and couldn't move them for a while, so he ran over by himself after hearing it."

The burly man with the scar frowned and said: "Although he has good fighting ability, I heard that he is a new recruit who just joined the barracks, and now it seems that he is really the case."

"Tsk, recruits, no wonder, did he think we were going camping?"

It's no wonder these people are so indignant. Bringing too many things will naturally affect the speed of action. If a group of people are slowed down because of one person, this person will naturally become a public enemy.

"Wait? He's coming!"

When everyone was dissatisfied, someone saw someone approaching in the distance with sharp eyes.

Or there is a moving hill approaching.

I saw Joss slowly appearing in front of everyone with an image that seemed to appear in a Disney cartoon, carrying a huge package on his back.

For a moment, they didn't even know whether they should be surprised by Joss' strength or the exaggerated package.

"Joss... what exactly did you apply for?" the scarred man swallowed and asked in a murmur.

Hearing this, Joss showed a slightly shy and embarrassed expression, and said with a smile, "It's nothing, just click C4."

Just click C4, you are shy!

Everyone present couldn't help complaining loudly in their hearts, but the bald black man's eyes froze and he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Wait? You mean this pack is all C4?"

"That's right, 340 kilograms." Joss smiled proudly.

A great assassin said it well, as long as you kill everyone, no one will find you sneaking.

The same reason can be proved, as long as the base is blown up, the sneak attack will not fail!

(End of this chapter)