The Super Special Forces King

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"There must be risks! What can be risk-free? Drinking water may choke, sneezing may trigger an asthma attack, eating may also block the esophagus, shouldn't we stop eating or drinking?"

When the team leader talked about risks, Waltz was obviously very displeased, and directly choked in a deep voice.

Faced with Waltz's argument, the team leader couldn't accept it in his heart, and was slandered, but the officer at the senior level crushed people to death, and he could only say in a deep voice, "Yes, Mr. Waltz, I know what to do."

After cutting off the communication with the Waltz, the team leader issued an order: "Now I lead three people around to the front of the target. The rest of the people continue to track the target and keep communicating at any time, so that we can enclose the target."

"Yes!"

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The team leader's judgment, Waltz's inference was not wrong, Zhang Feng deliberately allowed them to continue to follow his ass.

In such a vast jungle, if he wants to escape completely, it is not too difficult. He only needs to be careful to wipe away the remaining traces as much as possible, so that the chasing soldiers behind him can become headless. The flies can only crash aimlessly in the jungle.

But he didn't do this, naturally he had his plan.

Creeping in the weeds, wearing a weed-made auspicious suit, although it looks very crude, it allows him to integrate with the surrounding environment.

Looking through the binoculars, I saw the Mi Army's pursuit and division of troops in my sight, and the corners of his mouth sneered and sneered.

He had calculated that the chasing troops had to divide the troops, and even the opponent was going up much faster than he expected.

"This is where you are killing yourself? Don't blame me." Zhang Feng stuffed the binoculars into the backpack, picked up a wooden stick from the ground, and tapped the trunk several times, not heavy or light, with a rhythm, making a bang. There was a bang.

At a distance of hundreds of meters, the sound of percussion reached Mi Jun's ears, and it had become like nothing, mixed with the sound of the wind rolling over the leaves.

But this kind of sound is the simplest signal, similar to Morse code, but simpler.

This method is not unique to Zhang Feng, but the primitive tribes of Africa. They use this kind of percussion to transmit information. Although the distance is not far, it is more labor-saving and more effective than shouting with their voices. Concealment.

Zhang Feng saw this method from Johnson and the Yagu tribe, and then contacted the Morse Code, and immediately thought of using this method as a means for special forces to communicate in the jungle and special environments.

Different tapping frequencies represent immovable commands!

So, who on earth did Zhang Feng make such a sound?

Naturally the Huangquan Special Operations Squad!

The two special forces of black and white impermanence have been sent by Zhang Feng to the hinterland originally occupied by the reactionary forces.

Since the Mi Army chose to support Horsley's reactionary army, or even secretly support its establishment of political power, it must be a plot.

But Zhang Feng doesn't know what the specific scheme is, but he wants to know!

So dispatch these two special forces in casual clothes to see if you can find anything in the hinterland of the reactionary army.

As for the Huangquan Special Operations Squad, before discarding the communication equipment, Zhang Feng sent the coordinate points to all the members of the Huangquan Squad after talking with the dancing boy.

Jackal Chai Chong was injured and had already withdrawn with the dancer's blood squad. Several other people, Tyrannosaurus Li Jian, Monkey, and student Wen Kaiqi all rushed to the designated coordinate point.

The Mi Army special forces behind Zhang Feng's ass thought that he changed the course from left to right to get rid of them.

In fact, Zhang Feng started to rush to the meeting point to meet with Tyrannosaurus Li Jian and others. After the meeting, after making the corresponding arrangements, he continued to turn left and right, just to cover up his intentions.

After Zhang Feng knocked on the tree trunk, in the bushes about 100 meters apart around him, clumps of weeds swayed constantly and quickly got into the jungle.

Another clump of weeds quickly moved to Zhang Feng's side, raised his head, his face was covered with oil, it was a monkey.

"Mad, what's the situation?"

Zhang Feng said in a low voice, "Monkey, the two of us are the closest in shape. From now on, instead of me, you will start walking around with a few people behind your ass."

"What do you want to do? Mad, Tyrannosaurus and the students have all gone to clean up the people. What's the point of you letting me take such a few gangsters around? If you want me to say, just kill them, it's all over? "The monkey was surprised.

Zhang Feng slapped his head and whispered, "Why are you so much nonsense? Have you seen that every time they stop, the leader must mumble and say something," I suspect that there must be someone behind them, and it must be a big fish. Those little fish and shrimps will be dealt with by Tyrannosaurus and the students. The two of us have done a lot of work. How about? "

Hearing what he said, the monkey pursed his mouth and nodded, "What you said makes sense, but you are so crazy, how come I always feel that you are going to sell me?"

"Fuck off, you are like a bear. Killing and selling meat is not as expensive as pork. Can I commit it?" Zhang Feng cursed with a smile, then lowered his body and dived into the grass barley.

The monkey's eyelids twitched twice, and he muttered to himself: "What a damn, why is Lao Tzu the same price as beef, which is a few dollars more expensive than pork, grass."

Although the monkey and Zhang Feng's speaking styles are not marginal, and they are joking with each other, they are really just the way they communicate with each other.

Facing the upcoming action, neither of them slackened in the slightest.

Any negligence may cause the mission to fail. This is what the instructor said when he became a special soldier on the first day.

For special forces, negligence brings failure, and failure means loss of life.

After the squad followed by Mi Jun moved in groups, after a short stay and correction, the original eight-person squad has now become four people, following the trail left by Zhang Feng, and began to move.

The team leader has already clarified the situation, so they are not in a hurry now, expecting that Zhang Feng will definitely leave traces to them, so they become more vigilant and slow down a little.

This also makes the monkeys in front more relaxed, taking them around in the jungle without any hassle.

Zhang Feng, dressed in self-made auspicious clothes, shrank into the weeds, motionless, his whole body seemed to be integrated with the surrounding environment.

When the soldiers of the Mi Army left far away, he came out.

If he wanted to kill the four soldiers of the US Army, he just pulled the trigger directly and attacked from behind.

But he didn't. Just as he and the monkey said, he always felt that there must be a big fish behind this group of teams!

Only by putting a long line can you catch a big fish!