Chapter 11: Borrow the camouflage paint on your face!

(Kneeling for flowers and comments!)

Because the Blue Army command headquarters is heavily guarded, making it impossible to sneak in secretly,

Lin Feng has to overturn his original plan and prepare to implement a risky move.

As for whether it will work?

If you don't try, how can you know the result?

Making up his mind, Lin Feng secretly remembers the location of a brightly lit tent,

and quickly retreats, retreating to a position about a thousand meters away.

"You're the one!"

Finding a tree with a relatively open view, Lin Feng climbs up.

Setting up the Type 88 sniper, even though the light has dimmed, there is no problem at all.

"Bang, bang!"

The gun fires, he pulls the bolt; Lin Feng does it in one go, firing two shots extremely quickly.

The next second, the two sentries guarding the gate railing of the station have yellow smoke rising from their bodies.

At the same time, a sharp alarm sounds.

Immediately after, all the lights in the station disappear!

In view of this, Lin Feng is very glad to have had the foresight,

otherwise, in the pitch-black darkness, even if he successfully mixed into the station,

would he be able to find the tent where the Blue Army Commander is located?

"Hehe, they should have come out, right?"

While muttering, the scope also captures teams of soldiers and special forces pouring out of the camp.

They are seen dispersing in a fan shape, searching by 'squad'.

No problem, this is what I was waiting for!

When the search main force penetrates about a hundred meters into the woods,

Lin Feng's muzzle aims at the person at the very front—Miao Lang.

That's right, this person's sense of smell is super sensitive,

and he poses a considerable threat to Lin Feng at the moment, so he must be cleared!

"Bang!"

The gun fires; Lin Feng doesn't even look at the result, quickly slides down from the tree, and then runs sideways.

At this moment, Lin Feng explodes with maximum speed,

because he wants to run out of the fan-shaped search range in the shortest time.

As for the purpose? You savor it, you savor it carefully...

Taking seven or eight minutes, Lin Feng makes a big circle and successfully gets behind the search main force.

Determining that the search is still continuing and will not turn back for the time being,

Lin Feng begins to look for Miao Lang, who was just shot dead.

Setting aside all miscellaneous matters,

at this moment, Miao Lang is biting a withered grass in his mouth, lying on the ground playing dead in frustration.

Suddenly, he hears a sound approaching, so he quickly sits up.

In the dim vision, he sees a person wearing a Langya combat uniform, holding a Type 88 sniper with both hands, walking towards him.

"What's the situation?"

"Hi, hello there, old soldier."

Looking at Lin Feng, who is approaching and has a 'white-to-glowing' cheek,

Miao Lang frowns deeply: "Kid, you aren't from Langya, are you?"

"Hehe, does this even need to be asked?"

While speaking, Lin Feng pats the Type 88 sniper in his hand, as if saying: I'm the one who headshot you, understand?

Fine, even if Miao Lang were stupid, he could think of it now!

"Kid, you have quite some guts."

"Just ask, you played this 'crossing the sea in secret' trick, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Could it be that you want to whip the corpse?"

Hearing this, Lin Feng almost laughed until he peed!

His imagination is simply too rich, isn't it? ===== CHAPTER 13 =====