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Ye Zheng carefully avoided the two infantry mines, sneaking into the vicinity of a small hill not far from Song Cai's camp.

There was a high sentry post there. The drug dealers had built a wooden tower nearly ten meters tall out of thick wood. The tower was covered with dense leaves. A sentry with a telescope was sitting on it.

From his point of view, anyone who tried to approach the camp would be found.

The jungle infiltration and concealment was a type of exquisite art, but Ye Zheng could be considered this "art".

The Great Master.

He crawled on the ground at a leisurely pace, using various plants to hide his tracks until he reached the bottom of the watchtower.

The soldiers on the watchtower, headphones on, were listening to the music, unaware of the impending danger.

Ye Zheng nimbly climbed up the tower like a leopard, and restrained the sentry's neck from behind. With a twist of his body, the sentry's neck broke and let out a "Kacha".

With a dull thud, he lay still.

Song Cai's campsite was a messy pile of shacks. The smoke from the cooking was faint, it seemed that someone was preparing breakfast.

Ye Zheng quickly found a few rooms, determining which one was the armory, and which was Song Cai's own house.

According to experience, the armory and the chief's residence would be on high alert.

There was a hut located in the middle of a hut on a larger scale than the others, and there were five to six fully armed guards standing guard nearby. If they guessed correctly, this was Song Cai's living quarters.

As for the armory, Ye Zheng was after all, not a deity, and he did not have an accurate map or intelligence so he was unable to identify them within a short period of time.

How many people were in this camp?

Sixty or so?

Or eighty?

According to the information, Song Cai had more than two hundred people under her command, or even more.

He would not concentrate his troops in one camp. Not far from the main camp, there must be two or three smaller camps.

Song Cai was very cunning, she would not put all the eggs into one basket.

However, to Ye Zheng, this information was enough.

If Ye Zheng had a few "Scarlet Flames"

It would be easy to deal with this situation: everyone would have a clear division of labor, everything would be settled within five minutes, and everyone would have to leave safely.

However, there was only one person … No good tactics could be used. The only way to succeed was to launch a fierce attack with lightning speed and directly attack the opponent without waiting for the opponent to react.

Ye Zheng made the corpse of the watchtower sit down and easily slipped down.

At this time, a big guy carrying an AK on his shoulder impatiently walked towards the watchtower, constantly complaining, "Tawang, it's time to change shifts, hurry up and get off here and enjoy life in the house."

Just as he walked to the bottom of the watchtower and was about to climb a rope ladder, Ye Zheng grabbed him from behind and broke his neck, dragging him behind a bush.

Ye Zheng pulled the safety catch on the M-16 in his hand and prepared to fight.

At this time, from Ye Zheng's hiding spot to Song Cai's residence, was about a hundred meters, separated by three to four sheds.

Ye Zheng planned to continue hiding. When Song Cai appeared again, he would use the weapon in his hands to kill him, and then retreat.

However, time was of the essence.

As the sky brightened, the movements and patrols of the armed men would become more frequent, and the difficulty of the surprise attack would become greater.

In addition, sooner or later, they would discover what had happened to the two missing patrols and increase their vigilance.

Ye Zheng laughed at himself: You don't need complicated tactics, how about it?

He took out two grenades, pulled out the lead, and threw them dozens of meters away on the left and right side of the shack.

The moment he threw out the thunder, Ye Zheng picked up the M-16 and leaped into the air. Like a ferocious hungry wolf and like a swift leopard, he charged straight towards his target.

At the same time of the explosion, he had already closed the distance to thirty meters.

A few miserable cries came from the two huts.

"Come on, come on, let's have a good fight!"

Ye Zheng thought.

The sudden explosion stunned everyone in the camp.

While they were panicking, someone tried to find a weapon in panic. Someone stumbled and fell to the ground. Someone shouted loudly. They couldn't organize a proper counterattack.

To Ye Zheng, this was extremely important for over ten seconds!

In front of the huge wooden house, two men in camouflage clothes were frantically pulling on the safety of their weapons. Ye Zheng shot accurately, causing the two of them to be struck in the face and fall to the ground as if they had been electrocuted.

The bullet flew past Ye Zheng's head, coming from the left.

A few armed men with AKs were squatting on the ground, aiming and firing at Ye Zheng.

They pressed the "full automatic" button.

The button for that shot came pouring down like water.

Ye Zheng was familiar with AK's performance: Automatic shooting, violently jumping weapons, bullets flying in the sky.

An experienced user would use a burst of fire instead of a volley of shots. These few people were obviously frightened by the sudden attack and started shooting crazily.

Within a few seconds, Ye Zheng shot accurately, ending the lives of these few armed men.

Some of the people nearby had already come back to their senses, loudly calling out to their companions, as they bent down to move towards the place where the attack took place.

They couldn't figure out the identity and number of the attackers so they didn't dare to recklessly shoot to avoid accidentally injuring their companions.

This gave Ye Zheng a huge advantage, his body definitely would not stay in one spot for more than two seconds. After killing one target, he immediately moved and aimed at the next victim.

The AK-47's voice gradually became more intense.

The AK's voice was loud, sounding like a pack of wild animals howling.

Amidst the deafening sounds of the AK Strikes, there were occasionally mixed in with the low roar of the M-16, the firepower of Ye Zheng's counterattack.

"Tenth?" Or the eleventh? "

As Ye Zheng thought, he quickly changed into a new magazine and started to attack.

Song Cai's hut was only less than twenty meters away from Ye Zheng's.

Two men rushed out of the shed, one with a shiny machete and the other with a shortened AK-47.

With a short series of consecutive shots from Ye Zheng, two of them were shot in the chest and head, falling straight to the ground.

"Is Song Cai dead?"

Ye Zheng thought as he changed his weapon, shooting to the left to suppress the person who was helping him.

Very quickly, he emptied another magazine. As he changed bullets, he turned his head to look at the two dead people who had rushed out of the hut. Their faces were smashed, but they were not Song Cai's.

Ye Zheng had seen Song Cai's picture before.

"Bang!"

Ye Zheng kicked open the door of the big wooden house, causing a few bullets to fly towards him, but they did not hit him.

Inside the hut, a man wearing a vest was burning up his documents, while another man was holding an old-fashioned 1911 hand rod, shouting and shooting at Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng pulled the trigger, and the two of them fell to the ground, twitching.

"Song Cai is not here?"

Ye Zheng's heart went cold.

The roars of the automatic weapons became more concentrated as they got closer.

Ye Zheng knew that he was surrounded.