The Super Special Forces King

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"Catch your mouth!" Waltz issued an order: "What's the goal now? I'll rush to meet you now!"

"The target has been stopped at the location locked by radio signals. The specific situation is uncertain."

Hearing that, Waltz, who had just gotten in the car, frowned slightly, and he was even more suspicious.

Zhang Feng was the strongest special force of China, and he joined the mysterious organization of China. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the king of soldiers.

The trajectory of his previous actions showed that he had discovered that his people were following, why would he suddenly stop at this time.

Do you know that you have nowhere to escape, ready to catch it?

Such thoughts flashed through Waltz's mind, because he thought it was a little absurd.

Even in the face of real desperation, special forces will fight to the death, how can they easily give up.

"Maybe the other party did it deliberately, or he has determined that the radio signal was exposed, so he discarded the radio equipment. Now you speed up to the position where the signal stays to determine the situation. If you find anything, report it to me immediately, anyway. Can't let the target escape!" Waltz said solemnly.

His judgment was not wrong. Zhang Feng did discover that the problem was on the radio communication equipment and abandoned it, but is this really the only thing?

According to his order, the chasing soldiers who were biting behind Zhang Feng immediately rushed to the position where the signal stayed.

When there was one kilometer away from the signal, the team leader in charge of tracking made a fist with one hand and stretched out, and the team immediately stopped moving forward.

His painted cheeks were gloomy, and his perception told him that there was danger ahead.

There is nothing to discover, just a perception.

The perception of danger is not only for Zhang Feng. The veterans who have experienced life and death and can crawl out of the sea of ​​blood in the corpse mountain have more or less such feelings.

"Something is wrong! From now on, the team will be divided into three groups, scattered as arrows, coordinate and support each other!"

"Yes!" The action team immediately dispersed, and the team leader led the team with three people in the forefront.

The remaining six people are divided into two groups on either side of the pilot team, separated by a distance of half a kilometer.

The continuous pulling in and the position of the radio signal did not happen by accident, which caused the team leader's heart to fall back a little far away.

When there was still a distance of 100 meters from the radio signal, he was completely relaxed. It seemed that he was too cautious.

Beckoned behind him, and immediately two heavily armed American soldiers approached the signal vigilantly.

The other members of the lead team dispersed, with their guns pointed at the lush jungle, they were in charge of vigilance and guarding against enemies that might emerge at any time.

The two teams on both sides are also vigilant around.

The two special soldiers of the US Army finally saw the radio equipment abandoned by Zhang Feng in the barley, and immediately reported through the contact equipment report: "Found the communication equipment abandoned by the target!"

"Damn it!" the team leader cursed in a low voice.

When the target discards the communication device, they can no longer lock the other party through the signal, and can only track it in the most primitive way.

It is not easy to track down the best soldier in the reckless jungle.

Just as he was about to report to the Waltz, the news from the front came back from the headset.

"Report, Captain, Goal left us a note."

"Make sure there are no other questions, if not, look at what he wrote on the note." The team leader said.

A special soldier in front threw his assault rifle to his back, and slowly fell to the ground on one knee.

He didn't move fast, he was very careful, because he didn't know if the other party had left behind some yin man's method.

Squatting on the ground and checking carefully, there was no fishing line or anything like triggering a mine.

Slowly pick up the folded paper, open it, and write four letters with black charcoal on the top.

Both those who understand English or those who do not understand English recognize these four letters: FUCK!

The corners of the Mi Army special forces' mouths twitched twice, and they didn't expect that the target they were tracking was so nasty and interesting. They left a note just to curse.

Below the four letters, there are a few other words written in Chinese, but they can't understand them, just as ghost symbols.

If you were replaced by a Chinese person, your face might become stiff, because it says: Even the king of heaven can't save you!

"What's on it?" the team leader asked.

The Mi Army Special Forces replied with some embarrassment: "It's just cursing."

"Return to the team! By the way, bring the target's radio equipment and paper back to collect his handwriting and fingerprints!" said the team leader.

"Yes!"

The special forces of the Mi Army reached out and grabbed the communication equipment on the ground. When he grasped the equipment, he was about to pick it up.

Another special soldier standing behind him shouted with a cold voice: "Don't move!"

The body of the special soldier holding the radio communication equipment froze immediately. He knew that the other party would have found something, otherwise he would yell at it.

"what happened?"

The special soldiers behind did not speak, and slowly placed the assault rifle on the ground, pulled out the fighting dagger from the knife bag, and slowly squatted on the ground.

Use your fingers to gently brush away the floating soil and weeds of the radio device. A seemingly normal weed is wrapped with a very thin fishing line, and you can't find it unless you look closely.

The mercenary holding the radio equipment, cold sweat came out from his forehead.

Fortunately, my comrades-in-arms found out, otherwise I am afraid I will be here to explain.

"Let go of your hand, withdraw, I will get rid of this booby trap."

Slowly let go of the hand holding the radio device, stepped back, and reached the safe area, his forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and he let out a long breath.

The Mi Army special forces who found the fishing line slowly swept away the surrounding floating soil with the back of the dagger along the weeds entangled with the fishing line, looking for it below.

Sure enough, I found a dark grenade hanging on the other end of the fishing line. If I didn't find it just now, just lifting the communication device would affect the fishing line and pull off the grip of the grenade. I am afraid that my comrade-in-arms must be a dead end.

The sharp dagger cut the fishing line tangled in the weeds, and then completely relaxed, reaching out and taking the grenade in the pit.

But the moment he stood up, the whole person was stunned, because he heard a slight creak.

He was familiar with this sound, it was the sound of the grenade being removed from the steel pin pull ring!

Looking at the grenade in his hand, it was intact, but his face was ashamed.

The gaze fell on the comrade-in-arms standing in the distance, his mouth was big, his eyes staring and roaring: "Run..."