September 2001, Sierra Leone, West Africa, about 300 km east of Liberty City.

It's the rainy season in Africa.

As far as the eye can see, the torrential rain from the sky envelops everything in the white expanse, and large drops of rain crackle on the leaves.

Da Da Da –

The silence was shattered by the rapid sound of gunfire.

"Ahh

Terrible screams echoed through the air.

As if sensing the danger, several gray storks fluttered their wings and flew out of the woods, fleeing into the distance as if they were desperate.

Under the plantain forest on the mountainside, a pile of grass moved slightly, and a German-made MSG90 sniper rifle sprayed with jungle camouflage stretched out, pointing in the direction where the screams had just come from.

This is clearly a sniper lurking nearby.

In the scope, everything was as calm as ever, but the screams were so real that the killing was clearly out of view.

He made a slight discernment of direction. From the direction, the direction from which the screams came was Tovama Village, a small primitive village with 200 villagers, nearly a kilometer away.

The sniper took off the hood of the gilly suit, reached out and gently pressed the communicator, and whispered: "Boss, there is a situation in Towama Village, I want to go over and take a look." ”

A clear response soon came from the laryngeal shock headphones: "Crosshair, enter the observation position when you are in place, stand by in place, and we will move closer to you immediately." ”

Crosshair, is the sniper's nickname.

He pressed the communicator again: "Understood, chief. ”

Raising his tattooed arm, the crosshair checked the GPS positioning device strapped to his wrist, adjusted the predetermined orientation, selected send, and pressed the communicator again: "The coordinates have been sent, I will enter the C3 area west of the village and meet there." ”

The answer came from there: "Clear, coordinates received." ”

The crosshair stood up, put the GSM90 sniper rifle behind his back, and moved his feet slightly, he had been lurking here for ten hours.

The numbness in his feet gradually subsided, and he pulled out a German-made MP5 submachine gun from under his Geely suit, checked the chamber, and opened the safe.

For a sniper on a solo mission, without the fire support of an observer, it is necessary to carry a spare submachine gun for close-quarters combat. However, a GSM90 sniper rifle has a combat weight of 6. 4 kg, an MP5 submachine gun weighs almost 3 kg, plus carrying equipment, this outfit weighs 25 kg, and requires excellent physical support.

With the dots in place, the crosshair swept its surroundings and disappeared into the jungle with agility like a leopard.

Area C3 is located in the west of the village, more than 500 meters from the entrance of the village, a dense forest with a mess of shrubs, which is a natural lurking spot.

Arriving here with a crosshair, his breathing was a little rapid, and he crouched down and took a deep breath to calm his heart rate. Now the first task is to hide yourself, without good hiding it will be easy to expose the target, let alone sneak observation, so every good sniper is a top camouflage expert.

Gently putting the camouflage hood of the gilly suit back on his head, the crosshair carefully inspected the surrounding grass, where villagers often set traps around the bushes to catch wild beasts, including rope lassing, nail pits, and even animal traps, which could easily throw away their lives if they were careless.

After making sure that there was no danger around, he climbed a large tree lightly, carefully hid in the dense foliage like a leopard carrying food up the tree, and then took out the observation scope from his tactical satchel and looked into the village.

At ten times the magnification of the observation glass, the outline of the entire village of Towama is clearly visible, and the distance value in red beats on the upper right corner of the screen.

Towama is a typical small African village, with houses built without any technical content, just a layer of mud on the outside of the branches.

The houses of the whole village are arranged in an O-shape, enclosing a large flat land in the village, and several wooden pillars about two meters high are erected in the center of the flat land, and every time the hunters in the village hunt a large wild beast, the whole village will tie up the prey here, light a bonfire, and sing and dance to celebrate.

The normally bustling village was now shrouded in the shadow of death, with soldiers armed with R4 automatic rifles and bullet chains around their necks roaming through the exits, and a dozen heavily armed men gathered in the open space in the middle of the village.

The soldiers wore strips of red cloth on their heads, and their uniforms were disorganized, some with long sleeves and some with short sleeves, and the insignia on which they wore was definitely not Sierra Leonean government troops.

Rebels! The crosshair's heart tightened.

Sierra Leone has been in the limelight in recent years with the rebels of the Revolutionary Alliance Front, who are bloodthirsty and cruel and will not show the slightest mercy to ordinary villagers.

"Boss, I'm already in place." He pressed the communicator again: "Rebels were found in the village of Tovama, and the strength of nearly a platoon was visually measured, and it was estimated that there were more than thirty people. ”

Letting go of the communicator, the crosshair thought for a while and added: "In terms of equipment, it is the elite troops of the rebel army, all R4 and AK automatic rifles, individual soldiers are equipped with RPG rocket launchers, mortars and SS-77 heavy machine guns, and there is a bulletproof jeep and two trucks parked at the entrance of the village. ”

"For the strength of a platoon of the rebels, the firepower is not bad! Only Sankoh's 'Skeleton Regiment' would have such strong firepower, it is estimated that this is only a detachment of spearheads, and the brigade is still behind. The voice in the communicator sounded again: "Crosshair, don't startle the snake, wait for us to come." ”

Three kilometers away, in a simple tent made of banana leaves, a middle-aged Chinese man wearing jungle camouflage walked out, he let go of the communicator, irritably took off the Penny hat on his head, wiped the rain from his face, frowned and said to himself: "Strange thing! How did Sankoh's people come to this place of the hell? ”

A German with a G36 assault rifle next to him said in a mouth full of German-flavored English: "Boss, although Sanko signed a peace agreement with the government army a while ago, his brother has not yet surrendered his arms, and recently I heard that the rebels of the RUF are even more crazy, and there have been incidents of storming towns and looting diamonds in many places, and it is estimated that Sankoh's brother wants to make the last bargaining chip before the peace agreement takes effect." ”

ANOTHER BIG MAN WEARING SHORT-SLEEVED CAMOUFLAGE AND FULL OF MUSCLES SLAMMED THE SIX-BARRELED MINIGUN MACHINE GUN IN HIS HAND TO THE GROUND, TOOK OUT A ZIPPO LIGHTER FROM HIS POCKET, LIT THE CIGAR ON THE CORNER OF HIS MOUTH, TOOK A PUFF OF CIGARETTE, AND COMPLAINED IN A THICK RUSSIAN ACCENT: "BOSS, I'VE ALWAYS FELT THAT SOMETHING IS WRONG LATELY, AND MY EYELIDS HAVE BEEN JUMPING EVERY DAY SINCE I TOOK OVER THE FAT PIG BUSINESS OF KEBI." You said that this kid offered us such a high price, but he came to a poor mining area like Bocheng to dig diamonds, it was simply impossible to get along with the money, and others said he was crazy! ”

"Hey, hey!" The little black man sitting on the ground patted his ass and stood up, changed the M249 paratrooper-type light machine gun in his hand, and said with a grin: "Polar bear, didn't you always laugh in the past, saying that eyelid jumping is their superstitious statement of the Chinese, don't you Russians believe it?" Why did you suddenly believe it again today? ”

The polar bear listened to the words of the little black man, looked very unhappy, and waved his fist at the black man: "Damn duke, how many times have I told you, I am not Russian!" I'm a Chechen! You talk nonsense again, be careful I tear your mouth apart! ”

The black woman standing on the side skillfully opened the safety of the M4A1 in her hand, loaded the bullet, and said to the middle-aged man: "Boss, let's kill the past and kill those bastards!" ”

The black woman has a shiny dark complexion and a toned body, and is as raw and wild sexy as the jungles of Africa. Her name is Julia, a native of Somalia, a grenadier and medic in the squad, nicknamed Lady Man.

Two years ago, Somali tribal militia stormed the village where she had lived for 20 years, killing almost the entire village, leaving only one of Julia's 13 family alive.

Julia especially hated the rebels who entered the village to slaughter innocent villagers, this was her death hole, and when she heard that the rebels had entered the village, her face covered with camouflage oil paint suddenly became murderous, and she immediately entered a violent state.

As the commander of the team, the middle-aged man certainly knows this. By the time Julia was found in the pile of dead, rebel soldiers had already invaded her village, setting fire to all the houses and setting up machine guns to point at everything that could move, including Julia's family, young and old.

Julia was shot in the chest during the massacre, and an earthmade AK47 bullet grazed her heart, causing massive blood loss and pneumothorax, but miraculously survived.

In her own words, too many people have died in Africa in recent years, and hell has long been crowded, and there is no place for her. Since even the devil doesn't take care of himself, then he should live well.

"Wife man, don't grind your teeth at the mention of rebels!" He glanced around, frowned and asked, "What about Long Yun?" ”

At this point, everyone realized that there was one less person in the team.

"Hey! Boss, if you don't say it, I really haven't paid attention. The polar bear scratched his head and said, "It was still there half an hour ago, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye." ”

"What kind of plane!?" The middle-aged Chinese was stunned for a moment and said: "The enemy is now, people are gone, this kid Long Yun just likes to make trouble for me!" Get him quickly, we're going to the village of Tovama in a hurry. ”

He was so anxious that he jumped to his feet.

Everyone scattered in a hurry, going to find the teammate named Long Yun.

"Don't look for it, I'm here!" There was a sound of Suo Suo from the trees, and then a young man in a jungle camouflage uniform jumped down with a thud.

Like the captain of the squad, this is also a yellow-skinned and black-haired Chinese.

"Damn!" The young man who fell to the ground spat on the ground, and turned white at the middle-aged captain, as if he was begging and complaining: "Old fish, I said can you let me sleep peacefully?" Last night, I was in charge of the second half of the night guard, and early in the morning I was sent by you to protect the fat pig of Kebby, and I ran to Bo City, and just climbed to the tree to squint, I heard you shouting here to disturb people's dreams, and let people not live! ”