The search of the militants sounded, and at least twenty of them, armed with guns, distanced themselves from each other and entered the area where the two men were.

At this time, Ge Zhen held a saber in his left hand and a sharp and small scalpel in his right hand, and his back was attached to the back of a big tree, blending with the darkness and indistinguishing each other.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his breathing was even, and he remained motionless, like a wood carving.

Hu Hailang, who was hiding, stared at Ge Zhen through the bushes, he was very nervous, sweat was already flowing from his forehead, and his intact left hand was clenched into a fist, trying to hold his breath.

It's a joke to have a hygienist assassinate here, in front of more than twenty militants.

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

But it's not really a dead end, there is a lot of war here, and the vast majority of these militants have not been trained in the formal system of militarization.

To put it simply, if you carry a gun, you are a militant, and if you throw a gun, you are a civilian.

In any case, it is an unprecedented challenge to Ge Zhen, whether he lives or dies, it depends on him.

……

The two militants walked past the tree with guns in hand, wary, but found no one who blended with the darkness and the trees.

Here we go...... It's time to begin......

Hu Hailang made a sound in his heart, his breathing became short, and his eyes were round, even more nervous than Ge Zhen who was in the middle of the wind and waves.

Suddenly, a small scalpel sprang out from behind the tree, like a poisonous snake probe, and kissed the militant on the left on the neck.

"Whew!"

The blade of the knife sliced through the militant's throat and major artery in the neck with great ease, almost severing the entire neck.

At the same time, a hand covered his neck, suppressed the sound of blood spurting from the major arteries, and then put it down, dragging the other party's limp body with his knees, passing to the tiptoes.

At the moment when the militant had not yet landed, Ge Zhen struck again, and the saber in his left hand stabbed into the neck of the militant on the right.

"Whew! ——”

The saber pierced from the side of the neck, penetrated horizontally, pierced the major artery in the neck, and cut the trachea and throat together, and pulled it into his arms with one hand, stacking it on top of the militant lying on his toes.

The whole process was as fast as lightning, and there was no sound at all, Hu Hailang, who was watching, raised his heart to his throat, and shouted in his heart: perfect! The perfect assassination !!

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

Is this a hygienist? Is this an ordinary soldier? If he is, then how many professional soldiers will he have to destroy the self-confidence of professional soldiers!

"Whew!"

The saber poked diagonally upwards from the ribs into the lungs, leaving only the handle out, and spun violently to release air from the lungs.

Kill one more person, and the clouds and water are silent, making Hu Hailang fall into an unprecedented shock again.

At this time, Ge Zhen seemed to be completely in a state, he used the darkness and the help of trees to constantly change his position, and touched one militant after another.

This time, he approached behind one of the militants in a grand manner, stretched out his left hand directly to cover the opponent's mouth and nose from behind, and pierced his eyeball with a scalpel and deep into his brain.

"Poof!"

The brains were destroyed, the bodies of the militants convulsed and spasmed, and after being placed on the ground, they fell into calm.

One after another, one after another, more and more sophisticated, more and more vicious and precise, and Hu Hailang, who was hiding from it, was excited.

Although this was a silent assassination, Hu Hailang clearly felt the boundless blood surging.

He, a professional soldier of the right hand company, was irritated by a soldier who ran here to work as a hygienist, and he couldn't help himself with a 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!

"Poof!"

"Whew!"

“……”

Ge Zhen turned into a ghost, silently wandering in the dark jungle, killing one after another with a knife in his hand, and it only took five minutes to kill this wave of militants.

The twin knives were still dripping blood, Ge Zhen stood there frowning, his brain fell into thinking and recalling, all the procedures of the murder just now, his father had taken him to play in the form of a game, and he had played for more than a year or two.

The only difference is that when you play, you use the palm of your hand to shoot, but now you use a knife, which really takes people's lives.

"Ge Zhen, which unit are you from? There are many assassination techniques you use, which I didn't teach you! Brother, for the sake of our life and death, don't play with me, okay? ”

Hu Hailang's nerves were about to be broken, he never believed that Ge Zhen was just an ordinary soldier of the armed police force, and this guy's assassination was better than his own play.

No, no, no, it's not better, but it's a notch difference between the two people.

"Do you believe in genius?" Ge Zhen opened his eyes wide and pointed to his nose: "If you don't believe it, look at me, although I am usually low-key, but I don't need to be low-key when I am always high-key." ”

"Your uncle!" Hu Hailang was foul-mouthed.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

Ge Zhen smiled, carrying a saber to chop the head of the corpse, he cut off all the heads of more than two dozen militants and hung them on trees, declaring war on the armed group.

It is difficult to delay for two hours, but it is simple, it is not something that can be avoided, it can only scare the armed groups into giving them time.

"Change places."

"Good!"

“……”

The two of them immediately changed places, and Ge Zhen continued to assassinate them in the dark, cutting off the heads of the militants and hanging them on trees, creating the same fear as landmines.

……

"Dada......"

"Da Da Da ......"

Bursting gunfire wafted through the jungle and mountains, and the militants shot aimlessly with fear in their eyes when they saw their heads hanging from trees.

"Devil, there is a devil!"

"Almighty Vulcan, please don't blame me, we are your most devout believers!"

"The dog god is above, and I will serve you from beginning to end."

“……”

The corpses, the heads, made the 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, duties, or utensils.

Most of these militants are from the tribe, they are uneducated, and when something terrible happens, they pray to their gods.

Hu Hailang accurately grasped this point.

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

The troops suspended the search, and there was chaos, and the maned dog immediately rushed to the scene of the incident, and after seeing this scene, there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

He doesn't believe in gods, only in strength.

"It's been a long time since anyone challenged me, and it's good, it's good! Hahahaha......"

This is his territory, and his reputation as a maned dog spreads across most of Africa, and even the international mercenaries who lick the blood would not dare to challenge him in such a way.

In view of this, there is only one consequence, tearing his body to pieces.

……