The search sound of militants sounded, with at least twenty, holding guns, setting a distance between each other and entering the area where the two were.

At this time, Ge Zhen held the saber in his left hand and the sharp and small scalpel in his right hand. His back was against the back of a big tree, blending with the darkness without distinguishing each other.

His eyes narrowed gently, breathing evenly, and motionless, as if they were wooden sculptures.

Hu Hailang, who was hiding, stared at Ge Zhen through the bushes. He was very nervous. Sweat was flowing from his forehead. His intact left hand was pinched into a fist, and he tried his best to hold his breath.

It is a joke to have a health officer commit assassination here, facing more than 20 militants.

But there is no way, they have reached a dead end.

But it is not really a dead end. There has been war here, and most of these militants have not received formal and systematic militarization training.

Simply put, carrying a gun is a militant, and throwing a gun is a civilian.

No matter what, it is an unprecedented challenge to Ge Zhen. It depends on him whether it is life or death.

...

The two militants walked past the tree with guns, extremely alert, but did not find anyone who blended with the darkness and the trees.

It's beginning...it's about to start...

Hu Hailang made a sound in his heart, and his breathing became rapid. His eyes were wide open, which was even more nervous than Ge Zhen who was in the middle of the storm.

Suddenly, a small scalpel burst out from behind the tree like lightning, as if a poisonous snake was protruding, and a vicious kiss on the neck of the militant on the left.

"laugh!"

The blade easily cut the armed force's throat and neck artery, almost cutting the entire neck.

At the same time, he covered his neck with one hand and pressed the sound of blood squirting from the major artery. Then he put it down and dragged the other person's limp body with his knees, excessively reaching his toes.

Before the militant could land, Ge Zhen took action again, and the saber in his left hand pierced into the neck of the militant on the right.

"laugh!--"

The saber poked in from the side of the neck, penetrated horizontally, poked the blood vessels of the neck and the neck artery, and cut the trachea and throat. The first hand pulled it into his arms and piled it up with the militant lying on his toes.

The whole process was as fast as lightning, and there was no sound at all. Hu Hailang's heart was raised to his throat and shouted in his heart: Perfect! Perfect assassination!!!

Who is he? He is the best professional soldier in the right hand company. In his eyes, Ge Zhen’s assassination just now was flawless!

Is this a health officer? Is this an ordinary soldier? If he is, then he will destroy the confidence of many professional soldiers!

"laugh!"

The saber pierced into the lungs diagonally from the ribs, leaving only the handle outside, and suddenly rotated to release the air from the lungs.

Kill another person, silently like flowing clouds and water, causing Hu Hailang to fall into an unprecedented shock again.

At this time, Ge Zhen seemed to have completely entered a state. He used the darkness and trees to constantly change his position and touched one militant after another.

This time he approached from behind a militant, stretched out his left hand and covered the other person's mouth and nose from behind, stabbed his scalpel into his eyes and penetrated deep into his brain.

"puff!"

The brain was destroyed, and the militants' bodies twitched and spasmed, and were placed on the ground and fell into peace.

One after another, one after another, becoming more and more proficient, becoming more and more vicious and accurate, and the Hu Hailang was so excited that he could see him hidden.

Although this was a silent assassination, Hu Hailang clearly felt the endless passion.

He, a professional soldier in his right hand company, was so excited by a soldier who ran here to work as a health officer with silent assassination.

Why is this happening? I don’t know, Hu Hailang really doesn’t know. He only knows that watching Ge Zhen kill people now is a kind of enjoyment, from the most gorgeous dance in the depths of hell!

"puff!"

"laugh!"

“…”

Ge Zhen turned into a ghost and wandered silently in the dark jungle. He raised his sword and killed one by one. In just five minutes, he killed all the militants.

The two swords were still bleeding, Ge Zhen stood there frowned, his brain was trapped in thinking and memories. His father had taken him to play all the programs of killing people just now, and he had played them for more than a year or two.

The only difference is that when playing, you use your palm to pat it. Now you use a knife to truly take life.

"Ge Zhen, which army do you belong to? There are many assassination techniques you use that I am not teaching you! Brother, for the sake of our life and death, don't play with me, okay?"

Hu Hailang's nerves were almost broken. He never believed that Ge Zhen was just an ordinary soldier in the armed police force. This guy's assassination was better than himself.

No, no, no, it's not better, but the difference between the two people is one level.

"Do you believe in geniuses?" Ge Zhen opened his eyes wide and pointed at his nose: "If you don't believe it, look at me. Although I am a low-key person, I don't need to be high-key when I am low-key."

"Your uncle!" Hu Hailang swears violently.

"Hehehe..."

Ge Zhen smiled and slashed the heads of the corpse with a saber. He cut down the heads of more than 20 militants and hung them on the tree, declaring war on the armed organizations.

It is difficult to delay for two hours, but it is very simple. It cannot be avoided, and it can only scare the armed organizations to give them time.

“Change another place.”

"good!"

“…”

The two of them immediately changed another place, and Ge Zhen continued to assassinate in the dark, cutting off the heads of the militants and hanging them on the trees, creating a spread of fear that was similar to those of landmines.

...

"Da da da da da da..."

"Dadada..."

The bursting gunshots sounded and floated in the jungle and mountains. After seeing their heads hanging on trees, the militants shot aimlessly, their eyes full of fear.

"The devil, there is a devil!"

"Almighty God of Fire, please do not blame me. We are your most devout believers!"

"The God of Dogs is above, and I will serve you from beginning to end."

“…”

The corpses and heads made these militants suspect that they had come to hell, and some of them were even kneeling on the ground.

In this vast land of Africa, there are thousands of totems, either animals, positions, or tools.

Most of these militants came from tribes, they had no education, and once they encountered something terrible, they would pray to their gods.

Hu Hailang grasped this accurately.

When the mountain wind blows, the bloody head sways, making people feel creepy.

The troops suspended the search and chaos occurred. The maned dog rushed to the scene immediately. After seeing this scene, a hint of mockery appeared in his eyes.

He does not believe in gods, but only believes in strength.

"It's been a long time since no one has challenged me, very good, very good! Hahahaha..."

This is his territory, and his reputation as a mane dog spreads across most of Africa. Even international mercenaries who lick blood from the knife will not dare to challenge him like this.

Given this, there was only one consequence, and he was torn to pieces.

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Chapter completed!