Chapter 7 006. Blood Skeleton (02)

"It may be possible that there is no time to reply, or it is also possible to turn off the radio directly. You should know that it is very troublesome for one person to deal with so many enemies." The giant put the tree demon on his back up, "But I believe the guerrilla boy, he is the jungle."

Although the ghost led the enemy away, they still made a big circle in order to be safe. After more than two hours of trekking, the three of them finally arrived at the assembly place. This was a camp of the rebels. To be precise, it was just a small village guarded by the militia. After contacting the machete, they waited in place. In order to avoid rebellion There was an unnecessary conflict between the army's secret posts. They could not walk around casually. They could only wait for the machete to send someone to meet them.

Only some half-aged children stood guard at the entrance of the village, but what was revealed in these children's eyes was not naive, but bloodthirsty and killing. The AK47 bayonets in their hands were shining, all of which were loaded and could be shot at any time.

In the distance, you can see the gentleman and the empty horsemen appear at the entrance of the village.

"Hi, guys." Fear greeted them.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that the tree demon was injured, he couldn't help frowning. The tree demon was his brother's good friend, and the relationship between the two was extraordinary.

"Unexpected, unexpected." The tree demon waved his hand. His face was slightly pale, but it was much better than just now.

Seeing that his life was not in danger, he was relieved.

"Why did it take so long?" The gentleman frowned and asked about fear.

"If you encounter some trouble, talk slowly later." After saying that, fear patted the giant on the back, "Go and treat your wound."

"Shit, half an ear is missing." The giant touched the remaining half of the ear and said, "This time I lost the most."

"Where is the guerrilla boy?" The gentleman looked behind them and saw no ghosts.

Fear's face darkened: "In order to get rid of the enemy, I can't get in touch with him."

"Let's talk about it first." The gentleman frowned.

Most of the people in the village are anti-government militias. The number of villagers is small. The rebel leaders brought back by them are talking "cordially" to Machete and Griffin. This is his territory, and there is no need to worry about the siege of the government army.

Hearing that the ghost did not come back, the griffin got up and left without saying a word. He was going to pick up the ghost, and the machete did not stop him. In his opinion, this kind of brotherhood was understandable, but fear did not think so. He grabbed the griffin and said, "The guerrilla boy is in the jungle. You can't find him. I believe he can come back by himself.

Griffin said while tidying up the equipment, "Don't worry, I have my own way." After saying that, he picked up the gun and went straight out.

"Shouldn't we go and help?" The gentleman looked at the griffin's back and said.

"Don't worry, the three swordsmen have their own tacit understanding and their own way of communication. I believe they can easily get out of the enemy's tracking." Sergei, the ripper, said while wiping his huge black crocodile sword. He is Ukrainian, with hill-like muscles, as strong as a small polar bear. His silver-white Moxican hairstyle looks slightly different. He has been in the black blood for more than ten years, which is the qualification of those people except for the team formation. The oldest one got the nickname "Ripper" because he had some abusive tendencies and liked to disembowel enemies or prisoners. He couldn't even remember how many people he had killed with this large black crocodile sword in his hand.

The three swordsmen he mentioned are the griffin, the ghost and the heavy fist. All three of them are Asian and have good skill. They are known as the black-blooded three swordsmen of the East, and they go hand in hand with the four assassins led by the phantom.

"Three Swordsmen..." Fear shook his head, "I really can't understand the behavior of these Orientals. Can they do magic?"

"I don't know if they can do magic, but I know they are all the incarnations of the devil." The ripper tried the blade of the black crocodile sword. "Three ghosts, no one is easy to deal with."

Not to mention other people's discussion, just talking about the griffin to meet the ghosts. After entering the jungle, he quickly arrived at the place where they once fought with the blood skeleton according to the information provided by fear. He did not circle like fear them, but walked in a straight line according to the GPS guidance, so he saved a lot of time. The battle site was only one Some residual blood, the body has disappeared, should have been collected by the blood skeleton man.

From here on, the clues are cut off. The ghost will leave almost no trace in the jungle that can be noticed. The jungle is his home, but this time the difference is that he wants to attract the enemy's attention, so he will deliberately leave some clues for the enemy to track. But the problem is that these clues have been trampled on by a large number of government troops. It's falling.

The Griffin turned around and went straight to the place where the government army passed. His idea was very simple. Since the ghost could not be tracked, he just followed the government army to find the right direction.

The jungle was full of traces left by the government army when it passed by. It was messy. In terms of scale, there were no less than 300 people. Among them, he also found some different footprints. They were jungle boots of different brands, some made in the United States and some made in Russia. Such expensive military boots could not be equipped by the local government army, so it was very likely to be left by blood skeletons. At the time of departure, he had asked Fear and others in detail about the enemy's situation through communication equipment, including the conflict with the blood skeleton.

It was completely dark, and the Griffin continued to move forward with a night vision device. He was born as a sniper in the special reconnaissance forces and often carried out secret combat missions alone. He was used to this kind of jungle tracking at night.

Griffin's original name was Li Si. Later, he changed his name to Tos Li in order to adapt to the name of foreigners. He came to Black Blood for five years. He has a calm personality and is an excellent sniper. He once served in the Chinese Army Special Forces. After retiring, he had a stable job. Although his wife had died in a car accident, he also had a lovely daughter. Son, this is all of his life, but unfortunately, his three-year-old daughter has leukemia. He wants money and a lot of money to treat his daughter.

He could only ruthlessly entrust his daughter to his parents and went to France alone. He planned to join the foreign corps because he had no other way to earn more money in a short period of time. He met Ben Allen at the registration office in Marseille. After learning about his situation, Ben Allen took him to the training camp for assessment, and then directly 200,000 US dollars was paid as an early employment fee, provided that he joined the black blood.

Griffin agreed to the deal without hesitation. He became a mercenary. He needed money, and his daughter was his only hope. He would rather lose his life than lose his daughter.

The daughter was saved. Griffin is a man. He knows how to repay the kindness. He made money to pay off the debt in the black blood. He paid off the debt after only two missions, but he did not leave. He needed to repay Ben Allen's favor. In addition, the brothers here were not bad to him. Here he more or less found some of the time that had passed, but in this time There is a little more copper smell, but there is no way. Life is forced. He needs money. He needs to make his daughter live a better life. He has to pay off debts and repay kindness. He is a man. He doesn't owe anything to others, so he chose to continue to be a mercenary. Two years later, he saved money for his daughter that his daughter couldn't spend all her life. When he was about to return When he was at home, he found that he was used to everything here. He suddenly felt that he could not give up many things here, because there were his brothers who were born and died, the battlefield that called him day and night, and the fate of a soldier. After a long ideological struggle, he stayed, but this stay was five years.

He contacted his companions who stayed in the village once an hour to confirm whether the ghost had returned to the team, but the news he got was denied. The most troublesome thing this time was that the ghost did not carry remote communication equipment, and he could not contact him beyond a certain distance.

The machete ordered him to return to the team immediately after finding the ghost. The mountain wolf had just taken on a new task and had rushed to Monibia first. They must rush there as soon as possible.

Suddenly, a corpse appeared in the grass in front of him. It was the corpse of the government army. The griffin squatted down and found that these people were all dead under the sharp blade. Judging from the direction and depth of the knife, it should be the ghost's fault. After so many years together, he was too familiar with this kid. The ghost's habit was that he was less than in the jungle. He can't use firearms. A knife can do a lot of things, but it will bring endless death in his hands.

Judging from the degree of dry blood from the wound, the death did not exceed three hours. It should have been killed soon after they were separated from fear. The griffin stood up and continued to track along the trace. Soon he found that the ghost led the government army on a very tortuous and time-consuming road, and the direction was very different from that of the rebel garrison. Big, it seems that he intends to buy more time for fear, but he doesn't understand why the ghost hasn't returned until now. There are only a few possibilities, either being killed by the enemy, or being entangled by the enemy and unable to get out, or the ghost is playing hide-and-seek with the enemy tirelessly. He doesn't believe that the ghost will be If he kills him, the enemy may not be able to keep up with his rhythm, so he can't entangle him. Then there is the last possibility. He is playing hide-and-seek with the enemy.

The griffin searched his memory and did not find a master who could go hand in hand with ghosts in the jungle. He had a thorough understanding of the blood skeleton in the years when he entered the black blood. At least half of the people knew it. Although he had not really competed, he still knew more or less about their strengths.

Not long after, the griffin caught up with the government army. At night, these soldiers who lacked night vision equipment could only stop and camp on the spot. The government army without night vision equipment could not compete with ghosts in the dark at all. Instead of sending them to death, it was better to stop and rest. From their conversation, the griffin learned that the blood skeleton had been dispatched. Another team entered the jungle to track ghosts. It seemed that the blood skeleton had been carried away by hatred.

The griffin got up and bypassed the camp of the government army and continued to go deep into the jungle...