The disposal of the corpses was a big problem, and the lurkers didn't want to spend any more effort. They drove the corpses to the northernmost corner of the station and piled them there. The Raibyanai Desert would be the best cemetery for them, and it wouldn't be long before they

Turning into mummies, it will not pollute the environment or produce corpse toxins.

The supplies in the station were looted by lurkers, who wanted to collect everything they could use before the Libyan government forces arrived. These trophies included some weapons and equipment, as well as some diamonds, jewelry and other things.

"Oh my gosh, this is good stuff!" Rifle's excited shouts came from a munitions warehouse, and he called Zhao Ziyang with a saber full of white powder: "Boss, the munitions warehouse, we found something good here."

Rifling happened when he accidentally bumped into a wall and found that the wall was hollow. Feeling that something was wrong, he removed the bricks on it and found a batch of neatly stacked oil paper packages.

The oil paper bags were all filled with heroin, and such a large pile must have weighed at least hundreds of kilograms.

Heroin is indeed a good thing. It is one of the few black market commodities in the world that is valuable and in great demand. If hundreds of kilograms of heroin are sold to the United States, Canada, and Europe, its value will far exceed the price of the same weight of gold.

Calculated based on the 600 yuan price of heroin transferred from Southeast Asia to China for primary processing, the price of one hundred kilograms of heroin is 60 million. This is only the price of primary processing. Generally, the heroin flowing into China from Southeast Asia will be purified again and transferred to the North American market.

The price per gram can be sold for 600 or 800 US dollars. This kind of heroin is called China white, which refers to the extremely pure heroin imported from China.

Due to the difference in geographical location, this batch of heroin should eventually flow to the European market. Calculated in euros, the value is only high but not low.

Zhao Ziyang and others who came to inquire could not help but be surprised when they saw the heroin piled up like a hill. These heroins were exchanged in the black market for drug dealers to increase military expenditures for their expansion. This is not heroin, but two military bases, or...

The three military satellites are another batch of the most advanced weapons and equipment.

Pandora picked up a little heroin and put it in her mouth, using her tongue to taste the purity of the heroin. Then she opened her mouth and spit out the heroin in her mouth, with a smile on her face: "The purity is very high, reaching European standards. Even if this heroin is sold at a low price

It can also be exchanged for 100 million US dollars, boss, we will make a fortune."

"Load the truck." Zhao Ziyang waved his hand, indicating that the heroin worth US$100 million should be loaded into the truck and taken away.

Generally speaking, when there is a windfall, there must be a misfortune. This seems to be an iron law. Just when the heroin was completely loaded into the car and was about to be taken back, something strange happened.

"Bang!" A dull gunshot sounded, tearing apart the long-quiet station.

Omo, who was carrying the last batch of heroin, fell heavily to the ground, screaming in pain, and blood spurted out from his thighs.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The devil who was with Omo shouted, stretched out his hand and grabbed Omo's bulletproof vest and pulled him back.

The moment they were attacked by an enemy sniper, Pandora and Flashpoint simultaneously raised their sniper rifles and fired in the direction of the sniper attack.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two sniper bullets were fired, and the two people rolled along the ground at the same time to change their sniper points, and used the corners of the warehouse to hide themselves.

At the same time, other lurker members quickly entered the fighting position and used night vision goggles to search for enemy traces.

Omo was pulled to the back of the Humvee by the devil and received emergency treatment.

"Puff! Puff!..." The blood spurting out from Omo's thigh made a popping sound, which could not be stopped at all.

"Boss, boss, the main artery in Omo's right leg was severed by a bullet. He needs emergency treatment. He needs emergency treatment!" The sweaty devil reported the situation to Zhao Ziyang.

But now it is impossible to bring Omo back to Kufra City for surgery. Firstly, time does not allow it. Secondly, there are not many enemies ambushed outside, and there is no way to break out. The night brings convenience to them, and it also brings convenience to the enemy.

Here comes the convenience.

"Listen." Zhao Ziyang said calmly into the radio: "I will count to three, and then you rush over with Omo, do you understand?"

"Huhu... understand!" The devil took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, and then opened them suddenly, waiting for Zhao Ziyang's countdown.

"Uh..." Omo's voice came from the radio. His right leg was completely unable to move due to the puncture, and his body felt cold, as if he was on the Siberian ice sheet.

"Car, car... damn, car!" A sweaty Omo pointed at the steering wheel of the car to remind the devil.

"Damn, I know this is a car! You better hold on, or I will chase you to hell and kill you." The devil, who held Omo firmly by his chest with one hand, cursed Omo with a look on his face.

The tension is not concealed.

They were a full twenty meters away from the warehouse, and there were no tactical bunkers within the twenty-meter range, which meant that he had to lead Omo across the twenty-meter distance to reach the warehouse. But the opponent

How could a sniper hidden in the darkness allow them to pass through twenty meters smoothly? The death surface is larger than the survival surface, but if they don't rush over, the death surface will be even bigger. The Humvee is very fragile under various special sniper bullets and cannot

Provide them with absolute security.

"Asshole, start the car!" Omo couldn't help but sit up to remind the devil, but his body holding the wound when he sat up made his facial muscles twitch again.

"boom……"

Realizing what Omo was trying to express, the devil reached out and turned the car key to start the car. The Hummer made a low roar and turned on its lights, shining directly towards the warehouse.

"Countdown: three, two, one!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Gunshots suddenly rang out, and the lurker mercenaries in the warehouse fired simultaneously to create conditions for Devil and Omo to cover their retreat.

At the same time, the Devil pinned the Humvee's accelerator with a half-section of steel wire, allowing the Humvee to move forward at a constant speed, dragging Omo's huge body back toward the warehouse at the speed of the Humvee.

"boom!"

An armor-piercing warhead penetrated the car body directly and flew past the devil's head.

A strong stream of air rushed towards the devil's head, making him feel dizzy.

"Lower your body!" Zhao Ziyang shouted loudly.

"boom!"

Another warhead penetrated the Humvee and shot towards the two of them. This time the shooting direction was at the height of the devil's head. Fortunately, the devil turned to crawl on the ground the moment Zhao Ziyang issued a warning sound, dodging this fatal bullet.

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"Strategic two o'clock south, wind speed northwest, 7m/s!" Blade calmly reported the location of the enemy sniper, wind direction and customs.

"Bang! Bang!"

Pandora and Flashpoint's sniper rifles project flames at the same time in the direction of the sniper, suppressing the opponent's firepower.

The sniper in the darkness was silent. Taking this opportunity, the devil pulled Omo and walked fifteen meters under the cover of the Humvee.

"Quick! Quick! Quick!" Zhao Ziyang waved vigorously at the devil.

At twelve o'clock, a very familiar light of fire shone in Zhao Ziyang's eyes, causing his pupils to shrink in an instant.

"Bang!" "Puff!..."

A stream of blood burst out from the devil's back, and he fell heavily to the ground.

"No!" Blade let out a cry of pain, clinging to the wall and looking at the fallen devil.

"Shut up!" Zhao Ziyang cursed the blade heavily and made a quick voice towards Omo: "Omo, listen, now you have to drag the devil back, the lives of both of you are in your hands!"

There was only a short distance of five meters between the two, and it was just a matter of two or three steps. However, even these two or three steps could not allow Zhao Ziyang and others in the warehouse to rush out for rescue.

"boom!"

A steel-core armor-piercing projectile hit the Humvee engine directly, forcing the Humvee to stop and control the five-meter distance.

"Bang!" "Puff!"

The gunfire rang out again, and a warhead pierced Omo's left leg again, completely cutting off Omo's ability to crawl forward with the help of his strong body.

Then there was a period of silence, and more than one sniper in the darkness quickly adjusted their sniper points, waiting for the next sniper attack.

"Son of a bitch!" Zhao Ziyang yelled angrily and punched the wall hard.

This is the most commonly used trick in fishing, and it is also one of the most classic tactics of snipers. They deliberately seriously injure the enemy without killing it, and then kill the reinforcements one by one when the opponent comes to rescue. Human hearts are fleshy, you

It is impossible to watch your comrades in danger all the time. You have to rescue them, but you will die as soon as you enter the opponent's range.

This is the most insidious trick, no less than placing the parents of enemy generals on the city wall during ancient wars to attract them to die. But you have to fall into the enemy's trap. You won't watch your comrades being seriously injured and die. You will be promoted.

Come up with a viable idea.

"Uh..." The devil groaned and raised his head in pain.

The bullet penetrated his right chest, and it was an ordinary bullet. He and Omo were used as bait, so naturally they would not die, but would only be seriously injured.

"Boss, leave us alone." Omo endured the severe pain, raised his head and shouted to Zhao Ziyang in the corner of the warehouse.

He knew that he and the devil had become a bargaining chip for each other's fishing, and he also knew that his comrades would try their best to rescue them. But it was all in vain. The enemy hiding in the dark had already completely controlled them, waiting to kill them one by one.

"Flash Point!" Zhao Ziyang turned to Flash Point with a livid face.

"The sniper's position is unknown and cannot be locked."

"identity!"

"If I guess correctly, it should be the defender." Flashpoint continued with a calm face: "The first sniper shot from the two o'clock direction destroyed Omo's thigh, and the second shot was fired at an interval of 48 seconds to confuse our judgment.

To create conditions for the sniper in the twelve o'clock direction, the third method completely takes away our thinking and focuses our attention on her position. It is in line with the bold and careful sniper style of fox hunting, especially the sniper point at a small angle of no more than 15 degrees.

Transferring is a habit of fox hunting."

The choice of sniper points is very important for snipers. Before the sniper mission, they will choose more than three points for them to snipe at. Generally, these three sniper points will present a large angle, that is, the distance between points will be different.

Enlarging it will make it easier for the enemy to figure out their position.

Choosing a small angle sniper point is usually a technique used by very confident and proud snipers. Night Rose Angel is a typical small angle sniper point choice. The advantage of a small angle is that it is fast and can end the battle as quickly as possible.

Compensate for unexpected situations that may occur when a sniper fights for a long time.

"Yes, it's a defender, it's a fox hunter." Pandora nodded and looked at the twelve o'clock position and said to Zhao Ziyang: "The Parker-Hare M85 7.62mm light sniper rifle has a 100% first shot hit at a distance of 600 meters.

My usual sniper rifle. But..."

Pandora was silent for a moment, with murderous intent exuding in her eyes, and said to Zhao Ziyang in a cold voice that was almost different in tone: "The twelve o'clock sniper is familiar to us, and he was also our former comrade - Mandala!"
Chapter completed!