Chapter 682 Run...
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"Capture them alive!" Waltz ordered: "What's the situation with the target now? I'll rush over to meet you right now!"
"The target has now stopped at the position locked by radio signals, the specific situation is uncertain."
Hearing this, Waltz, who had just got into the car, frowned slightly and felt even more suspicious.
Zhang Feng was a member of the most powerful special forces of the Huaxia Kingdom, and later joined the mysterious organization of the Huaxia Kingdom. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the king of soldiers.
His previous movement trajectory showed that he had discovered that his people were following him, so why did he suddenly stop at this time.
Could it be that he knew he had no way to escape and was ready to be captured
Such thoughts flashed through Waltz's mind, because he felt a little ridiculous.
Even if the special forces are faced with a real desperate situation, they will fight to the death. How can they give up so easily
"It may be that the other party did it deliberately, or that he has determined that the radio signal is exposed, so he discarded the radio equipment. You should immediately rush to the location where the signal stayed to determine the situation. If you find anything, report it to me immediately. In any case, The target cannot be allowed to escape!" Waltz said solemnly.
His judgment was not wrong. Zhang Feng indeed discovered that the problem occurred in the radio communication equipment and abandoned it, but was that really the only thing
Following his order, the pursuers who were clinging behind Zhang Feng immediately rushed to the location where the signal stopped.
When they were still one kilometer away from the signal, the team leader responsible for tracking made a fist with one hand and stretched it out, and the team immediately stopped moving forward.
The painted cheeks were gloomy, and his senses told him that there was danger ahead.
There is no discovery, just a perception.
The perception of danger is not unique to Zhang Feng. Veterans who have experienced life and death and are able to crawl out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood all have this feeling to a greater or lesser extent.
"Something is wrong! From now on, the team will be divided into three groups, spread out in arrows, and coordinate with each other to support each other!"
"Yes!" The action team immediately dispersed, with the team leader leading the team with three people at the front.
The remaining six people were divided into two groups on both sides of the leading team, half a kilometer apart.
He kept pulling in the location of the radio signal, but nothing unexpected happened. This made the team leader's heart, which had always been on his mind, slightly fall back to the distance.
When he was still a hundred meters away from the radio signal, he breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was too cautious.
He waved behind him, and immediately two heavily armed Mi** people approached the signal vigilantly.
The rest of the leading team spread out, pointing their guns at the lush jungle, on guard against enemies that might appear at any time.
The two groups on both sides were also alert to their surroundings.
Two US military special forces finally saw the radio equipment abandoned by Zhang Feng in the grassland, and immediately reported through the communication device: "The target's abandoned communication equipment was found!"
"Damn it!" the squad leader cursed in a low voice.
Once the target discards the communication equipment, they can no longer lock each other through signals and can only track them through the most primitive methods.
It's not easy to track down the best soldier in the wild jungle.
Just as he was about to report to Waltz, news from the front came back through the headset.
"Report, Captain, the target left us a note."
"Make sure there are no other problems. If not, take a look at what is written on the note he left." The team leader said.
A special soldier in front threw the assault rifle on his back and slowly knelt on one knee on the ground.
His movements were not fast, and he was very careful, because he didn't know if the other party was leaving behind some sinister tricks.
Squatting on the ground, I checked carefully and found no fishing lines or anything that triggered mines.
Slowly pick up the folded paper and open it. Four letters are written on it in black charcoal.
Both those who understand English and those who do not understand English recognize these four letters: fuck!
The corner of the mouth of the American special forces soldier twitched twice. He had no idea that the target he was tracking had such a bad taste. He left a note just to curse.
There were several other words written in Chinese below the four letters, but they couldn't understand them, and they just regarded them as ghost symbols.
If it were a Chinese person present, his face might freeze, because it says: Even the King of Heaven can't save you!
"What's written on it?" the team leader asked.
The American special forces soldier replied with some embarrassment: "It's just a curse word."
"Return to the team! By the way, take back the target's radio equipment and paper to collect his handwriting and fingerprints!" said the squad leader.
"yes!"
The special forces soldier of the US Army reached out to grab the communication equipment on the ground. When his hand grabbed the equipment, he was about to pick it up.
Another special soldier standing behind him shouted coldly: "Don't move!"
The special soldier holding the radio communication equipment froze immediately. He knew that the other party would definitely find something, otherwise he would not yell like this.
"What's wrong?"
The special forces soldier behind him did not speak. He slowly placed the assault rifle on the ground, took out the fighting dagger from the knife bag, and slowly squatted on the ground.
Use your fingers to gently brush away the loose soil and weeds from the radio equipment. A seemingly normal weed is wrapped with extremely thin fishing line. You can't find it if you don't look carefully.
The mercenary holding the radio equipment broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.
Fortunately, his comrades discovered it, otherwise I might have confessed here.
"Release your hands and get out, I will eliminate this booby trap."
He slowly loosened his grip on the radio equipment and took a few steps back. When he reached the safe area, his forehead was covered with cold sweat and he let out a long breath.
The US Army special forces who discovered the fishing line used the back of the dagger to slowly clear away the surrounding floating soil along the weeds wrapped with the fishing line, and looked downwards.
Sure enough, he found a dark grenade hanging on the other end of the fishing line. If he hadn't noticed it just now, as long as he lifted up the communication device, the fishing line would pull off the grenade's ring. I'm afraid his comrades would definitely be dead.
The sharp dagger cut off the fishing line entangled with weeds, and then he relaxed completely and reached out to pick up the grenade in the pit.
But the moment he stood up, his whole body froze in place because he heard a slight click.
He was familiar with this sound. It was the sound of the steel pin pull ring being removed from the grenade!
Looking at the grenade in his hand, it was intact, but his face was ashen.
His eyes fell on his comrade standing in the distance. He had a big mouth and glaring eyes and shouted: "Run..."
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