Manual of Space-Time Interference

"This way!"

Richard looked at a slightly sunken mark on the mud. After a little estimation, he pointed in the direction of Dialect, then quickly got up and ran forward with the team members next to him.

"Bernig, where are you now?" Richard asked loudly into the headset.

"Location 274, there are 7 minutes to get to location 275, we have a car!"

A hearty voice came from the headset, Richard listened, took out his map, and hurriedly said to the direction the shoe prints were facing, "The current direction of the target is the junction of 274 and 275. , Mountains, Bernig, I think you should understand!"

"Okay, I'll block him first, Richard, how long do you have?"

"5 minutes!" Richard said, speeding up his pace again, chasing in the direction of the dialect, and exhorting worriedly, "Bernig, be careful, don't scatter, the means of the goal is not simple."

"Don't worry!" Bernigger's voice became serious, and he seemed to know the news that Berg's team had been wiped out. Richard listened and suppressed a little bit of unease in his heart.

……

"Ta! Ta! Ta!"

Dialect kept trampling on the rain-drenched land, and gradually, he stepped out of a rhythm. The whole person, at a steady speed, kept running towards the distance.

The vision in front of him was completely blocked by darkness and rain, but he dared not turn on the tactical flashlight on the rifle to explore the way. He could only observe the surroundings with the poor sight provided by the night vision goggles.

But at the same time, this world also provided him with the most perfect cover, if it wasn't a little cold, it might have been more comfortable.

Dialect raised his right hand, looked at the time on his watch, then slowly sat down in the jungle next to him, opened the backpack behind him, tore two packets of biscuits, mixed with rainwater, and devoured them into the into the mouth.

After his physical fitness began to strengthen, his body's demand for energy began to gradually increase, and after a month of recuperation on the island, he could not eat enough or wear warm clothes. The food received can only maintain the minimum requirements of his body.

And now, after a long period of strenuous exercise, his body is also feeling a bit of fatigue and weakness...

Two minutes later, Dialect stood up again, wiped the cookie crumbs still left on the corner of his mouth, and continued to run forward with his own steps, but he still couldn't get up to speed.

Because of that stagnant and sore feeling that came from the left calf.

"Ta! Ta! Ta!"

The familiar rhythm reappeared in the hills. Dialect gasped and walked slowly across the mud, but after running out for a few minutes, he stopped in place instantly.

"Om!"

A slight sound came from the front, and the dialect quickly lowered his body, looked at the light behind the hills in front of him, turned around silently, and ran to the side.

"G! G! G!"

A voice came faintly, and at the same time, the light behind the hills suddenly disappeared, and the whole world seemed to be slowly being left alone.

But the dialect is very clear, maybe in the next moment, he will meet someone, and now he is alone, playing hide-and-seek with a group of people. Once found, he will be dead and disabled...

……

"Bernig, I found traces of the target." A team member looked at a footprint on the ground and said into the headset, then ran a few steps along the way, and then saw the direction of the dialect turning, "At one o'clock, no How far to go!"

"All team members, prepare to fight, the target is at one o'clock, 600 meters away, snipers, can you do it?" Bernigg looked at the figure in the telescope, spat out the chewing gum in his mouth, and asked into the headset.

"Too many obstacles!" A voice came from the headset, Bernigger nodded, and followed his teammates to run forward, while picking up the communicator hanging on his chest, saying, "Richard Er, the target is now heading to the 276 direction!"

"Kill him, or drive him to the 275th direction, we will encircle you in this direction, 4 minutes!"

"clear!"

Bernigger replied, then called into the headset, "You guys, use your best skills to kill the target, or drive the target to the 275th position, and give me all the strength you usually use on women. "

"clear!"

"no problem!"……

A series of voices came over, Bernigger smiled slightly, raised the gun in his hand, and fired the first shot at the faint figure on the opposite hillside, followed by a series of gunshots...

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots sounded constantly in this area, but Dialect could only keep dodging left and right, ignoring the alarm from his left leg, and speeding up his speed again, constantly on the muddy mountain. run away.

Slowly, he involuntarily leaned towards the direction of 275 mentioned by Richard, but at the same time, he also climbed over the hillside, entered the anti-slope position, and then took his sniper rifle directly. He came out and lay on the top of the slope.

He knew that ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ if he just ran away blindly, he would definitely not be able to escape, because he couldn't escape the bullets shot from behind him. Although there were basically no bullets that could hit him at this distance, what if?

Therefore, when necessary, a shot at the opponent can effectively reduce the opponent's pursuit speed. If one can be injured, it will be more perfect.

"piu!"

Most of the sound was blocked by the silencer, and then quickly disappeared in the rain curtain. Dialect quickly got up, took off a grenade from his chest, and quickly made a simple bait with a thin thread. After Lei, run directly towards the 275 location.

……

"Bernig, that **** on the opposite side fought back, and I got a cut on my face!"

"Don't worry, trust me, Trice will definitely like the scar on your face." Bernigger replied, listening to the laughter from the headset, and continued to chase in the direction of Dialect's escape, slowly Yes, and climbed the top of that **** too.

"Boom!"

A roar sounded abruptly, and Bernig took a few steps back involuntarily, rolled down the slope, and was blocked by a tree again.

A sense of dizziness flooded his head, Bernig shook his head, and then he caught the outstretched hand of the player in front of him and stood up.

"Goering fell! Thank God, it's only a minor injury!"

A roar came from the headset, Bernigger listened, and raised the gun to his chest again, with a trace of ferocity on his face,

"The rest, keep chasing, let Goering take care of himself, I think, I'd be happy to put a grenade on him!"