【Double Dragon】Super Extreme Hunting

Chapter 5 *

It's not cool at night either.Huang lazily leaned on the passenger seat, blowing the wind, taking on the function of a human navigator.If possible, he would of course prefer to sit upright, but the effect of the medicine has not fully passed, with one arm resting on the car window, Huang's appearance is very much like the idle sports car boy in the billboard.

The difference is that his car is not an Aston Martin, but a black Hummer.

The bomber jacket was thrown on the backseat, and the cotton vest fit snugly against his muscles. The wind blew away the heat of sweat and cooled his overheated body a bit.His palms were also sweaty, but he wasn't about to take off his gloves.

"...The identities of the four victims of the shooting that happened in front of the Charney Opera House in this city an hour ago have been investigated. They are..."

"...The Federation will never surrender to terrorism, the Security Bureau has put pressure on the White Tower..."

No matter which frequency it was tuned to, the car radio was broadcasting reports of a new sniping case.The case happened shortly before Huang went to the underground garage to look for Yimulian.

"Among those four people, there are your contacts, right?"

Huang asked suddenly.Seeing that Yimulian didn't answer, he continued to analyze on his own.

"There must be. Otherwise, how would the group of sentries know that you went to the parking lot? The mastermind who wanted to kill you got your address from the contact person, and planned to divide his troops into two groups and kill him and you. How? The Sentinels didn't complete their mission."

Yimulian remained indifferent.Huang could only see his bangs from the co-pilot's seat.

"You have been betrayed, Yimulian." Huang said softly.

"He's a good guy." Yimulian still looked straight ahead and focused on driving, and responded with a hoarse voice that didn't make sense.

"The secretary betrayed the contact, and the contact betrayed you. I don't quite understand your federation's definition of 'good guy'."

"After my accident, he took good care of me. That's enough. If he didn't use more important things to force him, he would definitely not make such a bad move. "

Huang frowned, there was no smell of freshener or perfume in the car, only a vague guide element floating there.

— Wet.

"...are you crying?"

Yimulian didn't answer him, but let the right wheel hit the shoulder of the road and bumped for a while as if in revenge.

"What are you doing with me? I have already tasted the feeling of being betrayed. It's just that, unlike you, I don't think any of them can be called 'good'. I don't regret it even today. doing."

"I don't want people to understand me."

"You're stubborn. Go left, change lanes."

Huang has always thought that he is not a talkative person.Thinking about it now, it was probably because the protagonists in all the previous missions had been turned into corpses by his hands.Yimulian is very interesting, they have similar encounters, but their moods are completely different, and they are still living people, which made Huang think of communicating for the first time.

"Tell me about Operation WM. In return, I'll tell you my story."

For about 5 minutes, neither of them spoke again, and then, as if they had made an appointment, Huang withdrew his arms and Yimulian raised the electric window.

"If the information you have obtained is complete enough, you should know that the operation was not originally called by this name."

Huang pouted. "Widowmaker, Widowmaker."

"Twelve sentries, one guide. We entered San Pedro in September and were tasked with destroying a military deployment document held by rebels. Things were no safer then, and we lost five lives , and finally sneaked into their so-called 'Presidential Palace'. I was responsible for opening the lockbox."

Having said that, Yimulian paused.

"Because you can use 'nianzi', yes."

He nodded, then bit his lower lip.

——The probability of an ordinary person becoming a guide is about one in a thousand.And among these one-in-a-thousand guides, there is an extremely rare few who can have "Nianzi".Within the scope of spiritual perception, they can use this ethereal thing to slightly affect the inorganic matter in reality.For example, secretly close the safety of the gun pointed at your heart; another example, push the combination lock equipped with anti-tapping infrared device from the inside to the correct position.If the Dark Sentinel is the king of Sentinels, Nianzi Guide represents the highest level of guide.

"I got that document. However, it is not a military deployment document, but evidence that the Federation has provided weapons to the anti-government elements in San Pedro for several years. The 'Presidential Palace' wanted to use this to blackmail the Federation into dumping arms, but the Federation decided to withdraw Therefore, we need to destroy the handle. Only the captain and deputy captain know the whole thing, and the rest of the people, including me, are kept in the dark."

"The document was destroyed on the spot."

"That's right. From this level, the WM operation was completely successful. However, when we retreated, we encountered a child. I couldn't do anything to the child. She screamed. It should be written in your follow-up information .”

"'All the sentinels were killed. The guide's right eye was embedded with shrapnel, and he was shot in the forehead. He was thrown into the sea and floated for three hours and was rescued by fishermen.' I'm curious how you survived. Is it because of 'Nianzi'?"

"Well. I corrected the trajectory of the bullet. If it passes through the center of the brain, there is still a chance to survive."

——Really tenacious.

Huang didn't ask any more questions, but just quietly sketched the rest of the picture in his mind: Yimu Lian hovered on the death line several times, struggled to get over it, and then retired due to loss of sense; He is a close and warm friend, and his contacts take good care of him; he was deceived by the country, and he had to face the betrayal of his contacts, and was hunted and killed across the country.It is completely understandable for Yimulian not to believe himself - he is also a person who has been forgotten by the motherland.

The traffic outside the window is getting denser, and the Hummer is about to drive into the city.Huang sat up a little bit, crossed his fingers on his stomach, and occasionally issued a few instructions.The internal circulation was turned on in the car, the temperature was neither high nor low, and the guide elements accumulated in the closed space along with the driving, the air conditioner blowing this quiet and soft breath to his face, lifting his forehead hair .Four years ago, this gentle and tough wind also blew through the Twelve Sentinels in San Pedro.

The speed is fast, but it is very smooth.There was a quick and orderly "click" noise from somewhere.At first, I thought it was the fan blades of the air conditioner that were faulty. After a minute, Huang realized that the sound insulation effect of this modified Hummer was greatly improved due to the addition of several layers of bulletproof glass. The noise heard from inside the car was actually Should be louder.

—It’s a helicopter.

Huang glanced at the night sky of the city through the car window.

"Just to be on the safe side, you didn't participate in any reality show, did you?"

"what?"

Yimu didn't even expect the conversation to change abruptly, and his tone was full of disbelief.

"I think that's right, the TV station will not follow the shooting at night. Then this hunting is still a handover."

Before the words fell, Huang grabbed the steering wheel and slammed it half a circle to the left. At the same time, he also held down Yimulian's right leg. The Humvee was full of power, and it rushed across the yellow line into the reverse traffic. A truck Turning the steering wheel quickly to avoid it, the following vehicles dodged one after another, with the sound of brakes and horns.The Humvee didn't care about it, chasing and dodging snakes wildly like in a video game, roaring and shuttle.

"Be careful of the car on the opposite side!" Yimulian yelled, stiffening his body and holding onto the handrail beside the car.He seemed panicked, watching a sports car at the same high speed turn sharply away from the front of the car, "Did you see the sniper?"

"I also recognized his L115A3." Huang almost killed the direction and turned to the ramp, and echoed coldly—doubt what is wrong, doubt the eyesight of the sentinel?

Finally, Yimulian couldn't help but asked in surprise, "Do you really have a driver's license?"

Huang's stern face finally revealed a smile: "I'm sorry, I've been revoked a long time ago."

The Humvee rushed to the urban area full of high-rise buildings, and the sniper was forced to manually control the helicopter to pull up and deflect the direction, which seemed beyond reach.