Chapter 585: Night Killing (

When the night was dark and there were not many night owls staying up late in the capital, Little Le’s classmate stayed in the pharmaceutical furnace and added medicinal materials to the furnace in high spirits. , in a dense forest at the junction of the distant Z Province and the ancient Indian country and adjacent to Myanmar, there is a person who is also awake. He is staring at a tree more than ten meters away with his eyes open. A camouflaged tent.

The person following the tent has an ordinary Chinese character face, wearing green camouflage clothes and pants that are very close to the color of the leaves. His hair is messy and his eyes are bloodshot. , looking extremely tired, and carrying a flat green backpack.

He crouched behind a tree, using grass and low branches as shields to cover himself, pressing against the ground, letting his heart beat loudly. The vegetation decomposes and becomes tiny as it breathes.

The tent in the distance is made of trees forming a "herringbone" shape. The tent is covered with green vines, and there is a fire on one side. There were four people sleeping in the tent. They were all lying undressed and holding guns in their arms. Another person was standing under a tree next to the tent on watch, alert to the surroundings.

The five people inside and outside the tent are all Southeast Asian-looking, male, all wearing olive green clothes that are the color closest to the mountain vegetation. There is a stainless steel pot on the stove for cooking, stewing food.
< br />The night was getting thicker and thicker. At midnight, one of the people in the tent got up and replaced the man who had been watching for half the night. But after midnight, there was fog in the mountains and forests, and it became more and more humid.

When dewdrops condensed on the leaves, they were probably too tired. The people resting in the tent snored slightly, and the night watchman also felt sleepy. He leaned against the tree with his head hanging down. He drooped for a moment, looked up again, and after a while nodded little by little, repeated dozens of times. He felt sleepy and nodded more and more frequently.

Hiding in the tree The man behind was like a lurking cheetah, always monitoring the man on night watch beside the tent. His clothes and hair were wet, and his face was dewy, but he remained motionless and as firm as a stone.

Staring at the man on duty at the tent. The night watchman on duty watched the other person go from awake to drowsy, and figured out the pattern of his nodding. When the night watchman lowered his head more and more and raised his head, the gap became longer and longer. He quietly got up and nodded. Waist, he touched the man on night watch as lightly as a lion hunting.

He moved very lightly, every step was as subtle as a cat's steps, and occasionally he made the slightest sound like a rat scurrying in the night. Or the dewdrops would make the grass blades sway, and such a slight sound would hardly wake up the night watchman.

Slowly, the man with bloodshot eyes got closer and closer to the night watchman, and he was only three feet away. When he was four meters away, he paused and used the faint light from the embers in the stove to observe that the night watchman and the people in the tent showed no signs of waking up before sneaking again, approaching the night watchman bit by bit.

He was very careful, getting closer and closer to the night watchman. Finally, when the night watchman raised his eyes to look around and then lowered his head, the man with bloodshot eyes touched the back of the tree where the night watchman was leaning, and quietly He quietly took out a scimitar and dagger, leaned out from behind the tree, and with lightning speed, covered the night watchman's mouth and nose with one hand, wiped the dagger towards the night watchman's neck, and gave him a fierce blow across the throat.

That slash was clean and decisive, severing the night watchman's throat and aorta. The blood spurted out several meters away like a line of water that had just emerged from the mouth of a fountain.

The night watchman’s mouth and nose were covered, and he didn’t even make a whine. His legs twitched a few times and then went limp. He was still holding the gun tightly in his hand. He was so silent. He went to see God without a breath, and the people in the tent less than two meters away were completely unaware.

After killing a target, the man behind the tree gently lowered the night watchman whose neck was still spurting blood, laid the man on the ground, opened the dead man's still stiff hand, and took off the gun. , the night watchman was holding a sniper rifle. He checked the bullets slightly and carefully and found that there were enough. He checked the gun with dazzling gestures and checked the performance of the silencer.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, the man with red eyes sneaked again, changed his position, pointed the gun at the people in the tent in a direction where he could directly face the tent, and shot decisively.

As soon as the first muffled sound sounded, there was a second and third sound.

Each bullet flew diagonally downward, shooting at an irresistible speed towards a sleeping person lying in the tent. The bullet hit the person's heart, and the person let out a cry. A short cry and blood splattered.

The blood of the first person and the second bullet fell on the second person almost at the same time. Every second bullet still hit the center of the body, and the sudden screams were heard in just a short moment. Stopping, the person who was shot opened his eyes, but couldn't see anything, and blood kept coming from the wound on his chest.

Two screams woke up the other two people. The one on the edge rolled to one side, and the person sandwiched in the middle lifted up. Just as he raised his body, he was hit by a cold stone. The bullet of light hit his chest, missing the vital point. He convulsed, and after a brief moment of hesitation, another bullet arrived, hitting the vital point of his heart.

The third person fell down. At the same time, he fired at the person rolling on the ground and fired towards the area facing the tent. He only vaguely saw someone when he fired. The shadow rolled towards the grass and woods.

He fired several more shots in the direction of the black shadow rolling away. The gun was not equipped with a silencer. The sound of the gunshots broke the silence of the night and spread far away, frightening the birds roosting nearby. Jumping towards the sky, there was also the sound of animals running.

In the moment of chaos, the sound was enough to affect people's judgment. The man in the tent fell out of the tent like a cat and hid in the woods next to the tent, covered by trees.It's safer than being in a tent.

As soon as he rolled to the weeds and vines beside the tent, before he could hide in the hidden vegetation, a bullet came in the darkness with a hissing sound that cut through the air. , when he heard the familiar sound of bullets, he had no time to roll or jump and run. He was hit on the shoulder. The pain made him involuntarily turn towards the direction of the shot shoulder. The next moment, something red hit him. On the forehead, he first felt blood flowing from his forehead, then there was burning pain, and then his mind was disconnected.

His head drooped downwards, and before his face hit the ground, the back of his head was cut open, white and red splattered. After a moment, the person behind him also had his face on the ground, and his head tilted to one side.

Four sleeping people and one night watchman died within just a few minutes of each other.

The man who rolled into the woods got out of the grass, still holding the weapon seized from the enemy. He leaned out half of his body to observe, and only stood up after confirming that the four people were dead. The red in a pair of eyes is thicker, as thick as blood, and full of violence.

"Twenty-five in total." Holding the black guy in his hand, Yan Xing twitched the corners of his mouth and murmured, full of endless regret and sadness.

There are unwritten rules in the organization. A blood-threading machine usually kills at most ten people in a beheading mission and must be replaced. Generally, it must be withdrawn after killing five or seven people because it kills too many enemies. It will pose a great challenge to people's psychological endurance. If the murderous intention is too strong, they may be influenced by negative emotions and have a mental breakdown.

His psychological endurance far exceeds that of the same type of meat grinder. Even if he kills ten times in a row, his murderous intention and negative emotions will not shake his mind. However, the maximum is usually seventeen kills. No matter how many more, the murderous intention is too strong. Even if there is no blood on the body, there is still the shadow of blood. Even dogs will be scared of that kind of smell. It will take at least a month of rest to gradually eliminate the murderous aura subconsciously emanating from the body and the bloody smell that appears invisibly.

This time, it exceeded the previous limit and reached twenty-five consecutive kills.

This number is also the limit that he can persist. His master has trained him to do so. Even if he is the guardian of the country, his own cultivation is not enough, so he should not kill too hard. He cannot kill more than three enemies before his life or death is at stake. The number of nine.

The number of three-nine is twenty-seven people.

Has killed twenty-five consecutively, and is only two away from the number twenty-seven. He can no longer challenge his psychological limit.

Can no longer continue to carry out the beheading mission. Next, he will retreat and let another group of people secretly guard the border. No outsiders will be allowed to have illegal and dangerous actions on the border under any pretext.

Yan Xing exhaled, slowly raised his head, and covered his eyes with his hands. His eyes seemed to be covered with a thin red gauze, and his vision was not clear. This was also due to the strong murderous aura. Also known as killing redBlinded.

Blinking his sore and sore eyes several times, he took out a pair of gloves from the backpack on his back, replaced the pair in his hands, took out a strong flashlight, and walked over to check on the five short-lived ghosts. The five people's eyes were all bulging, as if they were dead.

Yan Xing did not sympathize with them. A soldier who died for his country deserved his death. It was an honor to pay his life for his loyal beliefs. Just like dead soldiers from other countries who met him, they would not be merciful. There will be no sympathy for him if you kill him.

He dragged the nearest person to the place next to their tent and threw them away, then moved the night watchman to a pile, and then dragged the three people out of the tent and put them all away. A platoon searched their bodies and took away some important things that could prove their identities. They also took the hair and blood of five people as specimens, left the guns and ammunition, and threw all the unnecessary things on them to recruit themselves. of strange fire.

A ball of strange fire flew out, only as big as a bowl. When it met the wind, it grew and burned the corpse.

Because he often used strange fires, and he often lived in deep mountains and old forests, without getting any rest, he could not use fire to cook food for up to half a month, and could only eat dry food or raw food. Both physical and mental strength are challenged. Without strong mental power to support the strange fire, the flames are also affected and the strength is insufficient.

Fortunately, he brought the pills given by the little Lolita and distributed them to the team members who were performing the beheading operation. He also took one of his own and took one whenever he couldn't hold on any longer. He replenished his own energy, barely keeping the flames alive and still fighting.

Five people burned for more than four minutes. When dawn came and there was light in the woods, they were finally incinerated into ashes, leaving a piece of scorched earth and some white powder on the ground.

Yan Xing did not dismantle the tent, but only put out the fire in the simple stove to avoid a mountain fire. He took nothing else and walked in without looking back, carrying a bundle of guns. In the woods, trophies had been seized before. The guns and bullets were all used up, which made it troublesome to carry them around. They were all destroyed. As a result, he didn't even have guns last night, so he could only rob others with bare hands.

He walked over mountains and ridges for most of the day, finally bypassing the peaks and cliffs that even apes and animals could not climb, and returned to his own country. He walked for another half a day and arrived in the afternoon. A sentry point for border defense observation, and also a place where members of the beheading operation change teams.

Correcting the code word, Mr. Yan, who looked like someone else, entered the sentry point, recorded what he had seized, and handed it over to the sentry point personnel. He did not stay long, only took a shower and changed. As soon as I put on my clothes, I left immediately and went to a border village more than ten miles away to find villagers who could take them to a larger town on a motorcycle to rent a car.

When Mr. Yan kept changing modes of transportation all the way, it was already evening when he arrived in Saskatchewan, Province Z. There were no direct flights to the capital from the airport, so he stayed in the city temporarily.

Even if he had a place to live, he didn’t dare to sleep peacefully and kept alert., I woke up on the morning of the 27th. My eyes were still bloodshot. I wore sunglasses to cover my eyes. I rushed to the airport and took the 9:30 flight to Beijing.

When the plane landed safely at the Capital Airport at 1:30 in the afternoon, Yan Xing really took a breath. Only when he returned to the capital alive could he truly be alive. In other places, even if he did not fail during the mission, If you go down, accidents may happen on the way, and you are not alive.

Returning to the place where he grew up as a child, he felt that the pressure in his heart was slightly relieved. He walked out of the emergency exit and took a secret taxi outside the terminal to pick him up, changing several times along the way. It took more than three days to get back to the garrison. First, I took off my human skin mask, then washed my makeup, changed into light casual clothes, went to the brigade commander to report, and then reported to the base office.

Liu Zhengyi only listened to the most important points of the mission, and drove away Yan Xiaozi with a straight face and asked him to have a good rest. The boy's eyes were full of red mist, and there was murderous and bloody smell on his body. If he didn't take a good rest, His body is intact, he himself is fine, others will inevitably be affected by his murderous aura.

The leader asked him to leave. Yan Xing returned to the team, picked up his personal belongings, and sent them to He's house. He felt a little angry and should not drive, otherwise he might lose patience when he was stuck in a traffic jam.

Heijiu and Shenliu, who were left behind, competed to drive. In the end, Shenliu got the task of being the driver and drove the captain's special seat to see him off. On the way, they counted the "nothing" of a certain little lolita. "Good" behavior to divert the captain's attention and calm down his vaguely violent aura.

Yan Xing heard that it was as easy for little Lolita to dig Cordyceps as digging radishes in the ground. A charming smile appeared on her face that was pale and tired from wearing a human skin mask for a long time, as if she was so powerful. As if she is herself, the proud strike team member said: "Little Lolita is so powerful, even someone as handsome as me can't beat her. You can only watch her sweep away the cordyceps, and then be jealous and secretly hate her. "

Shenliu almost stepped on the accelerator instead of the brake. Captain, what do you mean by the sullen expression on your face? Also, being handsome has nothing to do with digging up Cordyceps, right?

The captain's thinking is getting more and more... out of the ordinary. Shenliu feels that he is a bit behind the times, so he has no choice but to pretend that he doesn't hear the captain criticizing others for praising his own bad behavior. Who is called captain? Now that his eyes are full of blood, let's let the captain be narcissistic first. Anyway, there is a little loli who can easily crush the captain.

There was a sixteen god who was talking about little Lolita's details. Yan Xing felt happy in his heart, and his aura of violence was not that strong.

Walking and talking all the way, we arrived at our destination before we knew it. Shenliu sent the captain into the compound where Mr. He San lived, and sent him to the gate of the courtyard. He saw the captain carrying a backpack and moving as usual. The difference was not big, so he returned to the station with confidence.