Everyone's hearts were in their throats. If the rebels find out that the car has been deliberately shot through the tires, then the next step is to attack, and a fierce battle is inevitable.

If you are unfortunate enough to kill everyone in the car in time, as long as the gun goes off, all your hard work tonight will be in vain.

A rebel soldier carrying an AK47 jumped out of the parked truck, walked around the back of the car, kicked the completely deflated tire a few times, touched his head, and blew off two tires at once, making him a little confused.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and jumped to chase after the convoy in front of him. While chasing, he danced and danced his hands, as if he wanted to stop the convoy in front.

Did he find something!?

Everyone's hearts hung in the air.

"Can't shoot!?" The crosshair was aimed at the rebel driver's head, and if the situation was slightly wrong, he was sent to God.

The roar of the engines and the potholes of the road made the convoy in front of them unaware of the accident of the last car, and the rebel driver jumped to his feet and screamed as the convoy disappeared into the darkness.

He turned around and shouted into the car as he walked back to the car.

"We're lucky to be on our way today!" The man's wife breathed a sigh of relief and said to Long Yun: "This guy didn't find a problem, I thought it was a flat tire." ”

Long Yunqi said: "Can you understand him?" ”

The man gave him a blank look and said, "This man is a Somali and speaks the Somali dialect, of course I can understand it." ”

Hearing the driver's shout, five rebel soldiers in strange costumes came down from the co-pilot and the carriage, with fancy turbans wrapped around their heads, and a large string of silver ornaments hanging around their necks.

Some people stretched their waists as soon as they landed, obviously staying in the car for a lot of time, and it is estimated that the road has already been bumpy and has back pain.

Two people ran to shake the spare tire rack, and the other four stood on the side of the road and took out cigarettes, lit each other, and laughed loudly.

Suddenly a head poked out of the carriage, and another rebel who was in charge of guarding the carriage reached out and asked the people below for cigarettes, took the cigarettes, and retracted into the carriage.

Obviously, there are very important things in the carriage, which must be guarded for a moment.

"Kill them!" Long Yun said: "Leave only one alive and see what is going on with these British vehicles." ”

Long Yunchao crouched nearby the king and the poet did a few tactical sign languages, except for the front sight to stay in place to support, the other four slowly touched from the hiding place towards the side of the road.

One of the advantages of the grass on the side of the highway in Africa is that it grows very tall, and the four of Long Yun easily touched the side of the road with almost no effort.

The four rebel soldiers were still smoking and chatting, unaware that death was approaching.

Everyone abandoned their pistols and replaced them with pistols with silencers.

Long Yun pointed at himself and the man's wife, made an offensive gesture to the left, and then crossed his two fingers and nodded to the right, nodding at the king and the poet.

The king immediately understood that the two on the left were in charge of himself and the poet, and Long Yun and the man's wife were in charge of the two on the right.

Long Yun stretched out his finger and lightly tapped it twice on the throat vibrator.

Puff –

Two muffled sniper shots rang out, and the two rebels crouching on the ground with a spare tire collapsed, one of them still holding the winch in his hand.

The four rebel soldiers, who were smoking and laughing, turned around and looked at their companions in surprise. The military quality of these African rebels is not very good, and they hardly have time to react to the suddenness of the incident, and they cannot understand what is going on.

By the time they reacted, it was already a second later, four black shadows burst out of the grass on the side of the road, four pistols firing almost simultaneously, and all four heads burst into a cloud of blood at the same time.

No missing shots!

At the moment when the rebel soldiers fell, Long Yun and the other three rushed out together, reached out and grabbed their clothes, and slowly put the people down, so as not to make a noise when the weapon touched the ground when they fell, and even went off and alarmed the rebels in the car.

Gently laying the dead body down on the ground, Long Yun threw a look at the king, who bent his waist and gently pounced under the carriage like a cheetah, half-crouching on the ground.

Long Yun began to accelerate his sprint, ran to the side of the carriage, stepped on the king's back, and jumped over the tailgate of the nearly two-meter-high carriage like a tiger, and at the same time, he had already pulled out the "Mad Dog" tactical assault knife inserted in his waist.

The rebel soldiers in the carriage sat on the floor near the rear of the car, still wandering in the clouds, ignorant of what was going on outside the car. Long Yun jumped into the carriage like a ghost, startling him a lot, his hand shook, and the cigarette butt fell into the crotch of his pants. He couldn't bother to slap the sparks, and reached for the AK47 that was leaning against the board of the car next to him.

As soon as he touched the handguard of AK47, there was a sharp pain in his forearm, and a cold feeling invaded his bone marrow.

The rebel soldier subconsciously turned his head, and saw a ghostly blade stuck in his right forearm, which had passed through his arm, and the huge impact even nailed his entire hand to the wooden compartment.

Hurt! Heart-rending pain! He opened his mouth and was about to scream, when the black shadow that jumped into the carriage rushed into the carriage like a wind, and a large strong hand sealed his mouth tightly, and his chest was pressed against the other man's knee on the carriage.

Smack-

The rebel soldier heard a slight crunch in his body, and a sharp pain came from the lower part of his chest on the left, as if a rib had been crushed.

"Uh-huh—" He shook his head in horror as tears and snot flowed from his eyes.

An icy Beretta 92 pressed his eyebrows, and the rebel soldiers finally saw the devilish man in front of them. The jungle oil paint on his face completely blurred the other party's face, but a pair of eyes full of murderous intent made him almost pee out in fright.

Throwing the rebel soldiers out of the car, Long Yun said to the man's mother-in-law, "Gather information as soon as possible." ”

Turning around, Long Yun saw three white men in jungle camouflage uniforms lying on the floor of the carriage, their hands were tied behind their backs, and their mouths were stuffed with rags, and they could be seen to be professional soldiers.

Seeing someone raiding the rebels, these people were obviously very excited, and although they were tied, they still twisted their bodies desperately, and shouted at themselves without hesitation, obviously asking them to hurry up and untie them.

Long Yun took a closer look at their military uniforms, and on their arms hung a dark green four-squared shield armband, on which was an eagle with wings outstretched.

16th Air Assault Brigade ?! It appears to be a British soldier. Long Yun somewhat understood why the rebels had three taels of land rover patrol cars, which were originally captured from these British paratroopers.

He crouched on the ground, made a silent gesture, and then used his Mad Dog assault knife to cut the ropes that bound several British paratroopers.

"Thank you!" One of the officer-like paratroopers said in a thick Welsh accent: "God, I thought I was going to die!" ”

Looking at the Brit who was about to come forward to hug him, Long Yun hurriedly flashed his knife and asked, "You are from the 16th Air Assault Brigade?" ”

The British straightened his clothes, finally regained some of the dignity of a British gentleman, saluted and said, "Jack, platoon commander of the pathfinder platoon of the 16th Air Assault Brigade of the British Army." Dawson. ”

Sure enough, it's the British! Long Yun returned the salute and said lightly: "I'm not a regular army, my name is Long Yun, a professional mercenary." ”

Several British elite paratroopers blushed and looked a little embarrassed, the Pathfinder Platoon is a special forces in the eyes of the British, although it is not as famous as SAS and SBS, but it is also the elite of the elite.

Now that he has been reduced to relying on professional mercenaries to rescue, his face is somewhat unbearable.