"Huh~ Sergeant, there are still two people left, you can complete ten kills, right?"

Looking at the militants falling from the window in the distance, Mogaro was full of envy...

Although there are not many ten kill records, the reality is not to play games. There are 29 enemies in a game, but in reality, most soldiers may not have killed anyone at all, or in other words, they cannot confirm that they are the enemies they killed.

As early as World War II, European and American troops had a statistical data that an average of 25,000 bullets could kill an enemy. With more and more guided weapons and high-tech weapons, the biggest casualties caused to the enemy are no longer the guns in the hands of infantry.

For example, Mogaro, who arrived in the war zone at the same time, didn't know whether this guy should be lucky or unfortunate. So far, he has not even fired a single shot...

Soldiers like Mogaro are the most numerous in the war zone. Chen Bin's current eight kill records confirmed by the Navy Department, not to mention the Fallujah US military base, they are at least among the top three in terms of record.

"Hey, no matter how many kills you now, it's useless..."

Chen Bin smiled slightly and did not take Mogaro's words to heart.

What I said was useless. In addition to being able to get promoted and raise money in this mission world, more importantly, Chen Bin felt more and more that such a kill had no room for improvement for him...

The armed helicopter was flying, the friendly tanks on the ground were running, and a large number of infantry rushed in front. He lay on a fixed sniper point, shooting the enemy like a target...

Although I understand that this is the norm for most snipers on the battlefield, and it is as exciting as in the movies that I almost die and die... Ninety-nine percent of snipers can't meet, but Chen Bin always feels that it seems to be something short of it.

Although the system that sent me to this world has not issued any tasks, since it is teaching, there will inevitably be exams! Only students who pass the exam can graduate smoothly, and now they shoot and kill ordinary militants like this have no progress for me, and they have not finished this task for a long time and the world has returned to reality.

There is only one reason, I have not achieved the goals set by the system!

It’s like a senior high school student. No matter how good you do the questions in your second year of high school, you won’t be effective. You still have to take the content of the senior high school entrance examination! But what are you missing now?

"Hey, Chen! We caught a big fish, Mark and I will go back to the camp first, you can take a look here!"

"good!"

Absent-mindedly replied with excitement, Chen Bin said, "Chen Bin packed up his mood and continued his work." At the same time, he couldn't help but be curious about who the big fish Chris caught...

Could it be that what I want is coming true?! Zhaqawi's whereabouts were found so quickly? This seems a bit inconsistent with the style of al-Qaeda...

You know, it's been a long time since I found a light pull...

Just as Chen Bin resumed his repetitive work of aiming, pulling the trigger and pulling the bolt, Chris and Mark drove straight to the barracks with a little excitement.

"What? Have you found Zachavi's deputy?"

"Yes, we think that butcher is Zachavi's second-in-command!"

In the camp where the agents of the National Defense Intelligence Agency worked, hearing the report from Chris and the others, an agent stood up and then walked to the intelligence board...

"Is this the person?"

The agent asked, pointing to a photo on the intelligence board.

Under that photo, the words "the                                                                                                                           �

"Yes, it's him! According to the chief, his name is Fonush. But he wants a hundred thousand dollars!"

"If Fonush was his real name and he could tell the whereabouts of this man, it would be easy to say about money!"

One hundred thousand dollars is really not a small amount in this era. With Chen Bin's current salary, he may not be able to earn so much money in a war zone for a year. However, in the hearts of the agents of the National Defense Intelligence Agency, a hundred thousand dollars can be exchanged for the information they want, which is simply a huge profit...

"I am Agent Snyder of the Defense Intelligence Agency, please help me check the name Emil Harav Fernush!"

Sitting on the seat, legs raised to the table. After Agent Snyder said this to the satellite phone, he no longer paid attention to Chris and the others, but just waited quietly...

After a while, the phone rang...

"Let's go and meet the chief!"

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The sun gradually rises, and when the shadows of the buildings are almost vertical, lunch time is also up.

"Sergeant, who did Sergeant Chris and others catch? Or, if you find someone's clue, it's been more than two hours, and the person hasn't come back yet..."

Mogaro asked while distributing the food.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't! If you can say it, Chris told us before..."

Putting the sniper rifle aside, Chen Bin took off his helmet. While feeling the heat from his forehead soaring into the sky, he reached out to grab a bottle of mineral water beside him and opened it. It was a burst of water.

It’s comfortable to be able to lay out a position on the roof!

Although the sun shines on the ground a little hot, the wind is much stronger than the ground... The lunch time, which is like an outing, is the greatest relaxation in this boring work.

Drink half a bottle of mineral water in one breath, pour the remaining half into a heating bag to heat the main meal bag. Taking advantage of this, Chen Bin tore a box of jam, then open a pack of biscuits, dip the sauce and eat it first.

It's a pity that there is no hot water in the war zone, so you can't drink a cup of juice or coffee...

"Sergeant, why do you want to dip the jam? Don't you think this cookie with hot sauce is delicious?"

"I don't think you'll eat happily..."

Seeing Mogaro holding Lao Ganma and eating biscuits, Chen Bin's eyes twitched. What kind of devil's way of eating this?!

"Hiss...a...a...a...a...da...da..."

"Wait, do you hear any sound?!"

Halfway through the words of Mogaro who was laughing and scolding him, Chen Bin immediately shut up, and then hurriedly brought his headphones. The sound in the headset seemed to be not very good, and there were many noises intermittently...

Military radio intercoms have much greater power than civilians, but in an environment where there are a large number of buildings blocking signals in cities, the effective transmission distance will be greatly shortened.

But you can also receive radio signals, and the distance should not exceed three kilometers!

"What happened? Hello?"

"Hiss...request...agent got shot..."

The sound on the radio was still intermittent, but Chen Bin heard the core information. Requesting support and agents were shot?!

The only agents in the Fallujah military camp were the old men from the National Defense Intelligence Agency. Those who usually did not go out of the gate, how could they be attacked in the war zone?!

Chris?!

Perhaps it was intuition, Chen Bin subconsciously thought of Chris excitedly saying that he caught a big fish in the morning...
Chapter completed!