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Volume 8 The Sword Unsheathed Chapter 130

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    The road in the Gobi was very bumpy. Jin Hui drove the car and carefully searched for the two car marks.  However, after chasing for more than two hours, there was still no trace of the car, only two curved ruts extending infinitely on the vast Gobi desert.

    Fugui is thinking seriously at this moment. He has no way of knowing who his opponent is, nor can he foresee what kind of scene he will face. Ever since he saw the corpse, Fugui has been secretly worried in his heart.  An excellent sniper must not underestimate the enemy at all when he clearly sees that the opponent is also an extremely powerful shooter.  But he didn't want to make his comrades who were participating in the war lose their courage by telling him how powerful this sniper was, so when Jiao Ji asked, he just smiled and said, "It's nothing powerful, leave it to me."

    Although he said that, he was thinking about another question: Is that group of people just a sniper?  How many of them are there?  And the most terrible thing is that this is a field training, each person is only given one bullet, and Jin Hui comes to rescue them with his bare hands.  Having a gun but no bullets was what worried him the most.

    Jin Hui, who was driving, glanced back at Jiao Ji and the others, continued to adjust the steering wheel and asked, "Are you three guys nervous?"

    Fugui turned around and saw Jiao Ji looking eager to try, his eyes shining with excitement, while Cao Minghua and Hou Yanfeng had forced smiles on their faces (it's normal to be a little nervous when participating in a battle for the first time).

    Fugui loaded the only bullet into the gun chamber and said with a relaxed smile: "Don't be nervous. We will definitely kill them when we catch them. However," Fugui looked at the three young faces and said seriously:  "Judging from the quality of their snipers, this is not an ordinary mob, it may be a group of powerful enemies. Everyone must be careful and use the daily training tactics of the special forces team to avoid unnecessary casualties. You must remember  , no matter what the situation, you must protect yourself first, understand?"

    Jiao Ji also picked up the gun, adjusted the accuracy and said, "Don't worry, we will protect ourselves."

    After passing the Gobi, and then passing through a desert, I could faintly see two vehicles dragging a long line of smoke and turning into the low and uneven mountains ahead.

    Jin Hui obviously speeded up the car, but when they reached the fork in the mountain pass, the two cars had disappeared.  Jin Hui stopped the car and jumped down, squatting on the ground and carefully checking the traces of passing cars.

    Fugui also jumped down quickly. The mountain roads here are different from those in the Gobi. They are paved with solid gravel, making it difficult to leave traces.  Although there are few people here, there are obviously many passing vehicles, and the ground is full of car marks.

    Fugui stood up and looked at the mountains not far away. The climate here is similar to that of the Gobi, so except for some weeds and shrubs, there are almost no tall trees.

    ¡°Hide the car, let¡¯s climb up to the mountain and take a look.¡± Jin Hui ordered.

    Jiao Ji drove the car to a shady place and found some branches to put on the car.  Jin Hui asked Hou Yanfeng for the locator, looked at the coordinates and asked, "Look at your march map. Can you find this place?"

    Cao Minghua took out the map from his backpack, quickly shook his head and said: "There is only our marching route, this place is not on the map."

    Fugui took out the rope and dagger from his backpack, and took out the food Jin Hui brought and distributed it to everyone: "Now let's throw away all the virtual equipment except the gun, rope and dagger."

    They climbed up the mountainside panting, and the sun was almost setting.

    Looking back, the blood-red sunset tore a hole in the sky, dyeing the floating clouds orange-red.  The low mounds and sparse trees on the Gobi stand darkly in the wilderness. The vast Gobi seems solemn and tragic at the moment.

    Cao Minghua looked at the vast Gobi desert and exclaimed: "It's so beautiful. I've been here for several months and this is the first time I've seen such a beautiful scenery."

    "Shh." Jin Hui, who was walking in front, suddenly lay down in the grass, made a silent gesture, and then pointed to a mountain col opposite.

    Fugui knelt down behind him and saw a corner of the courtyard peeking out from the mountain col, with several figures faintly moving outside the closed door.

    Jin Hui inspected it carefully for a while, then turned around and said to Fugui: "It's strange, this looks like a factory. What are those people doing here? Are we chasing the wrong target?"

    Fugui checked the surrounding situation. It was almost dusk, and the entire mountainous area was immersed in a twilight atmosphere, hazy.

    Jiao Ji climbed up, looked at it carefully and asked, "Should I go to do some reconnaissance?"

    Jin Hui pondered for a while and said: "In this way, we are divided into two groups. Fugui, you take Jiao Ji to the left wing, and we will go around the right wing. If there is an emergency, we can take care of each other."

    Fugui nodded and said, "Okay, be careful."

    ?.  Jiao Ji nodded with a knowing thumbs up and disappeared into the dark night.

    After waiting for about ten minutes, a hand stretched out from the corner and waved towards Fugui. Knowing that Jiao Ji was ready, Fugui put down the gun, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and quietly touched forward.

    The hand in the corner stretched out three fingers, and followed his rhythmic bending. When he bent the third finger, Fugui rushed over like lightning, pressed down a person with his body, and dug the sharp dagger deeply into his body.  Stab the other person's throat, then turn around, pick up the head of the person underneath him and twist it hard, and the person lies on the ground without making a sound.

    When he stood up, he saw that Jiao Ji had dragged the man's body to the darkness, holding a gun and smiling at Fugui.

    Fugui raised his thumbs at him as an encouragement, and then searched the two men. Apart from two grenades, there were only two poorly made daggers.

    Fugui dragged their bodies to the dark place. Jiao Ji was already waiting for him at the gate. When he saw Fugui coming, he handed the gun to him and said quietly: "Use it, you are the best shooter. Leave it to you."  I¡¯m relieved.¡±

    The situation was urgent, and Fugui had no time to be polite to him. He took the gun from his hand and opened the magazine, which was filled with Huang Jingjing's bullets.

    The two of them quietly slipped into the ajar door and followed the corner to the lighted room. Suddenly the door opened and a figure walked out of the room, stood in the corner and unbuttoned his pants to urinate.  Fugui hurriedly took Jiao Ji and hid behind an old machine.

    The door was not closed, and Fugui saw a table in the center of the room. People were sitting around the table, making noises, as if they were arguing about something.

    Half of a head was exposed in the west corner, and Fugui knew it was Jin Hui and the others.

    Suddenly, a small sound came from the quiet night. Fugui listened to the sound and judged that it might have been from Jin Hui and the others who were hiding in the corner and stepped on something on the ground.

    The person who was urinating may have heard it. He looked back and took a few steps forward while holding up his pants.  Fugui couldn't help but become nervous, because the direction that person was going was exactly where Jin Hui and the others were hiding!

    The man walked a few steps and stopped, paused for a moment, muttered something and walked back slowly. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he suddenly rushed out again, holding a gun and shouting into the corner: "Who is that person? Get out of here."  !¡±

    Seeing that the situation was not good, Fugui hurriedly raised his gun and calmly aimed at the man's head. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the man fell to the ground with the sound of a gunshot.

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