Chapter 249

Ye Feng raised his head and looked around. In order to ensure safety and cleanliness around the reservoir, most of the time, it was cleaned up, and even some slippery and deep places were plastered with cement.

After careful observation along Jingniang lake, Ye Feng soon found traces of human footprints in a corner. Ye Feng slightly measured the direction and depth of the footprints, and almost got the information he wanted.

The length of the footprints can generally calculate the height of the person, and the depth of the footprints should be able to calculate his weight and walking state.

This should be a strong man of about 1.9 meters, weighing about 130 kg, with leg injury. Ye Feng walked a few steps. After looking at the broken twig nearby, he seemed to cross in front of his eyes. He watched the man who left his footprints walking in the woods in a hurry.

"It's Cao Bao!" Ye Feng frowned slightly, which should be the footprints left by Cao Bao a few days ago. The broken branch showed that the boy was in a hurry.

"Cao Bao said," the dragon's stick is hidden under a big tree by Jingniang lake! " Ye Feng along the traces left by Cao Bao, along the Jingniang lake around the careful inspection.

In front of him, he seemed to be able to see that Cao Bao, who was seriously injured, was struggling with the wound of his body and was staggering forward. Behind him, someone should be tracking him.

Ye Feng looked at the other side of the footprints, bent down a little bit forward quietly.

Ye Feng is wearing a dark green assault suit. In this green mountain forest, he stealthily hides his figure. Soon a big tree appears in front of him.

In Ye Feng's eyes, Cao Bao, who was seriously injured a few days ago, fell under the big tree. From the soil and residual leaves under the root of the tree, it seems that something has been stuffed in.

"Dragon head staff!"

Ye Feng sneered, just about to walk past, suddenly ear move, turned to hide.

Then, a sound of footwork came, and several armed foreigners came slowly. After looking around, two of them nodded and said a few words, and went to the nearby lake to get water.

The remaining two looked around warily, then squatted under the tree to smoke.

"Albert, what's the origin of the guy that king asked us to kill today?" They talked lazily while smoking.

"I don't know," another man shook his head and said, "but I heard that boy is very powerful. He killed more than 100 ordinary people with a knife."

"More than a hundred?" The first man who spoke began to laugh.

"China loves to boast. If a hundred people stand there and let him chop, their arms will be sore. I think at most a few people are knocked down. Then those who escape boast that there are more than 100 people!"

"Ha ha, I think so too. The number of more than 100 is very lucky."

Another white man named Albert said, "but the Chinese are still very powerful. For example, the two old men we are searching for have killed group B almost."

"It's bad luck for them. They don't think much of the old man. The Chinese Kung Fu is very good!"

"Yes, Kung Fu!"

With that, Albert made a classic Bruce Lee Jeet kune do pose: "Wow!" He screamed and then stepped back. He stepped on something and almost fell down.

He turned his head and a brown stick appeared in front of him. They were surprised to pick up the stick. Looking at the fine carving of the dragon head, they called, "isn't this the dragon head stick that the boss has been looking for?"

"Yes, yes! It's said that the gold owners are looking for this thing. " The man yelled, "Falk, that's what China says about pie!"

"Pie from the sky or something?" The man named Albert said happily, "we'll send you..."

"Whoosh!"

The man's words haven't finished, a black arrow is like a black line, directly through the jungle, nailing him to the tree behind.

"Albert!" The man yelled and subconsciously raised his gun. But before he made a conscious move, another arrow went straight through his head.

Later, Ye Feng walked slowly to the two corpses, took off their guns and put them behind the warehouse. Then he took down the dragon's stick called Albert's and weighed it in his hand.

"As an old saying goes in China, there should be no pie in the sky, because all that falls are traps." Ye Feng found a place to put the guns in the hands of these mercenaries, because these things have no effect on him. After all, everyone has the habit of keeping their own guns. In order to prevent their guns from being used by others, most mercenaries will adjust their guns to be different from others.

On the battlefield, it's very dangerous to use guns that you are not very proficient in.

Ye Feng wiped the two bloody daggers on the corpse and then put them back on the tactical vest. The two guys who went to fetch water had been sleeping forever. He was not used to the attack from behind when he was fighting.Ye Feng takes the dragon head stick back to his backpack. Then, in the footsteps of the four people, he touched the other side.

Soon, a small gathering area appeared in front of Ye Feng's eyes, surrounded by birch fences, tents, campfires and military equipment.

Ye Feng lies in the soil layer and leaves on the surface of the earth, and then turns the night vision into optical thermal mode, looking at the small gathering area.

"I look lucky!"

Ye Feng looks at the thermal imaging in his eyes. In this small gathering place, there are only a few infrared thermal optical imaging human bodies. It seems that most people are not here.

As the sky darkened, Ye Feng directly took out a few arrows and slowly touched them under the hill.

In terms of assassination, this is a routine that Ye Feng is familiar with and can't be familiar with any more. It's different from the long-range support provided by pigeons behind him in the past. However, it's not a problem to just assassinate a few careless third rate mercenaries.

"Falk, Albert, they went out to fetch water. Why don't they come back now?"

Looking at the hot food on the campfire glowing, three people gathered together and scolded: "is it difficult to use grenades to fry fish again?"

"The fish blasted by hand grenades are full of iron flakes, so there's no way to eat them. Is Albert crazy? This is still China's territory!"

"It's not the first time to be afraid of anything! Besides, you haven't eaten the fish that Albert fried! "

A bearded man, laughing, picked up his lunch box and walked towards the tent beside him, saying with a smile,

"what's China afraid of? I wonder why the world's top mercenary Blackwater company is so afraid. In my opinion, most of the Chinese are incompetent broilers who don't even have guns Yes, how can there be... "

Then the man just picked up a new can of luncheon meat, and suddenly a smiling Chinese appeared in front of him.

"You...!" As soon as the sound of mumbling nonsense fell, the cold light in Ye Feng's hand flashed, and the blood splashed out. The man covers throat Wu Wu Wu of just want to say what, the leaf maple quickly stretches out a hand to cover the mouth of the beard, drag directly to a tent.