The equipment sent by Ramage was very complete, and Nighthawk asked Ramage to equip it according to each person's habits.

All submachine guns are the standard M4 rifles of the US Army. Each rifle is equipped with a grenade launcher, which adds a lot of firepower to them in battle.

Black Bear's weapons are the scariest. Nighthawk said he wanted a high-power gun, so Ramage probably saw how big he was and got him an M163.

The m163 is commonly known as the Vulcan Cannon. It has a high rate of fire and a high firepower density of 3,000 rounds per minute. It can form a dense killing area and can hit multiple batches of targets. The shooting method is also flexible, with several burst firing methods. It has strong maneuverability and armor protection.

The performance is very good.

Although its shooting range is relatively short, it is a nightmare for the guards in the bunker. Any non-heavy armored object within a hundred meters will be penetrated in front of it, which is much more powerful than the previous Black Bear's m240.

Black Bear couldn't put it down holding this big thing. He had played with so many weapons, but he had only heard of it but never seen it. For a soldier, it was really too tempting.

Here the black bear is caressing his weapons, and the others are not idle either. They are all arranging their weapons. Monroe does not have a rifle, but two Uzi submachine guns. Matched with her body shape, she looks like a sexy girl in the movie.

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Like his brother, they all had several pistols embedded in their bodies.

The military assassin couldn't help but ask, "Why are you bringing so many pistols? Wouldn't everything be solved with a submachine gun?"

Monroe gave him a rare smile, which immediately made Jun Ci standing in front of her forget what she had just asked.

Monroe said, "We have received special agent training and are more accustomed to using pistols. It's not our style to hold that big thing, but this mission is special." After speaking, she raised her chin and waved the Uzi submachine gun in her hand.

, patted Mengfei's M4 rifle again and said, "We will make an exception."

Ramage was always in such a hurry, dropped his weapon, said a few words and left. He was going to monitor Carson's every move. At this juncture, he was afraid that something would happen again.

After seeing off Ramich, Nighthawk called everyone and told them to carry their existing equipment starting tomorrow, bring all they could carry, and then conduct training. Amid everyone's sighs, Nighthawk ordered to disband.

It was a quiet night. After a day of crawling, the team members all lay down on the bed and fell asleep. Even Monroe snored lightly.

Nighthawk and Lao Zhou smoked cigarettes, looked around the room, and then walked to the door to chat.

"Old Zhou, are your two apprentices reliable?" Nighthawk asked him doubtfully.

Lao Zhou frowned and smiled, "At least it's more reliable than Jun Ci." Thinking of Jun Ci's behavior during the day, both of them laughed.

"Do you have a home?" Nighthawk suddenly asked.

"Why not? No one is a grandson who jumped out of a rock. I am a man who has grown up and fallen down. My son is about to take the college entrance examination. He is very proud of me and has always done well in his studies."

The two chatted very late, occasionally letting out one or two laughs. This may be the most relaxing and comfortable chat since the two met. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. They don't want to talk about it, and they don't want to know. Cherish what they have now.

every moment.

In the next few days, the ultra-intense training continued, including room entry, search, climbing, tunnel climbing, and blocking. All kinds of training were repeated boringly and tastelessly until it became the memory of each of their bodies.

But Nighthawk needs more than this, every movement he wants to train is their instinct.

On the last day of the mission, he succeeded. Every corner of the room had already been deeply engraved in the bodies of the exhausted team members. Training made all actions become their instinct.

Now. The only thing to do is wait.

On the last day, Nighthawk stopped training. He wanted the tired team members to have a good rest and wait for the mission to arrive.

That night, Ramage came to the barracks late at night. He hurriedly called everyone, and told everyone slightly nervously but excitedly that Carson had arrived in the bunker in advance.

Although they already knew that they would take action tomorrow, hearing the news still made everyone's nerves tense.

"When will we do this?" Nighthawk asked in a deep voice as he put his face almost close to Ramage's.

"In an hour, I will be responsible for transporting you into the adjacent mountainous area. It's up to you to do the next thing. Just get ready. I'll see you at the door in an hour."

There were no unnecessary words and no one was directing them. Everyone turned around silently to pack up their equipment. They had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

An hour later, a neat low-pitched voice sounded at the door of the barracks, decisively ending.

Lao Zhou and Ramage stood at the front of the team. Lamich had nothing more to say. He had already finished what needed to be said. He turned his head and looked at Lao Zhou.

Lao Zhou adjusted his glasses and said to everyone in a meaningful and sincere tone, "I only want to say one thing, be careful and come back safely."

Everyone, including Nighthawk, felt warm in their hearts. Looking at Lao Zhou's concerned expression, they didn't need to say anything. This was the best parting gift for people like them who live on the edge of a knife before setting off.

"Get on the bus" Seeing that Lao Zhou had finished speaking, Lamic waved to everyone, and everyone quickly got into the two jeeps waiting at the door.

After the roar, only Lao Zhou standing there and the dust rising in the sky were left.

Looking at the jeep driving away in the dark night, Lao Zhou's eyes never left for a long time.

It's still the bumpy road, it's still the boundless jungle, it's just that in the dark night, I can't see the distance clearly.

No one spoke, everyone was silent for the upcoming task. After many days of heavy training, they were about to go to the scene to perform it themselves. What unexpected things would happen?

No one knows, no one wants to discuss the unseen future, and that's meaningless.

The military commander quietly polished a saber on the bumpy car. The cold light contrasted with the moonlight, and a cold light shot out, which stung the person's eyes. The military commander handed the polished saber to Monroe.

Monroe was a little surprised and said, "Don't you use it?" Military assassin was rare for a serious moment. He smiled, took it up his trousers, and a bright knife appeared in his hand. "I still have one more, this one."

Here you go, a knife can save lives in close combat."

Monroe looked around at Junying's knife, then handed it to Mengfei, and said to Mengfei tenderly, "Put it away, and remember to protect yourself."

The emotion was beyond words. The deep family affection shrouded the jeep, instantly adding a touch of brilliance.

It turns out that Jun Ci is quite handsome when he is serious. Monroe thought to herself, turned to Jun Ci and gave her the most beautiful smile since they met, as bright as the pear blossoms blooming in spring, "Thank you, but it's a pity that it's too big.

It’s not suitable for me, it’s more suitable for Mengfei. Give me a smaller one next time.”

Under everyone's attention, Jun Ci did not show any obscene look, but nodded with a very firm expression and said, "I will do it for you, thousands of times."

Monroe's smile became even brighter, and her favorable impression of Jun Ci increased a lot.

"Quiet" was whispered by Lamich, and the car slowly stopped after jolting for nearly 3 hours.

He looked at his watch and said, "It will be daylight in one hour. From here," he pointed to Nighthawk at the mountain with no road in front of him, "over this mountain, the mountain in front is where Carson's bunker is located.

Already.

The vent you need to enter requires you to climb over the mountain and be on the mountainside of the first half of the mountain. Okay, it's up to you from now on. I can only send it here."

Nighthawk greeted his people and got out of the car and said to Ramage, "That's enough. Also, your actions must not be delayed. Don't cause problems when they shouldn't happen." His eyes were sharp and murderous.

Ordinary people would shudder.

Ramich faced him with the same sharp eyes without showing any signs of weakness. "Don't worry, I'm more nervous than any of you. Take this, use it to contact me when the mission is completed."

Ramage gave Nighthawk a satellite phone and Nighthawk put it in his bag.

"Goodbye" Ramich waved and followed the car back along the way they came.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Nighthawk shouted to everyone, "Gather towards me in battle formation."

The sound of brisk footsteps sounded.

Nighthawk nodded with satisfaction and said, "Old rules, Black Bear takes the lead, and the rest of the group keep their positions. The two newcomers, follow me, and pay attention to the fighting gestures."

In the past few days, Nighthawk has not forgotten to teach these two people the sign language used in special operations, in order to prevent combat errors caused by unclear reasons during the battle, resulting in the failure of the operation.

After briefly explaining the combat mission, the team set off immediately without stopping. Nighthawk's idea was to rush to the entrance as quickly as possible. If it was late, an accident might happen.

Under the leadership of Black Bear, everyone climbed over the mountain in front of them. Looking from the bottom of the mountain, the whole head had to be raised, and it was even more difficult to climb up. The slope in many places was very steep, and everyone spent almost half of the time.

I was using my hands and feet together, and I basically didn't even stand up straight the whole way.

Going down the mountain wasn't that easy either. As the old saying goes, it's easier to go up the mountain than it is to go down. This time they really experienced it.

I didn't pay much attention when climbing. The hillside was too steep. If I forced myself down, I would probably roll down if I didn't pay attention.

And look at the nearby vegetation. It's wet and slippery under the dew. Who knows if you'll miss it with one step.

If you roll down from such a height, even if you don't die, you will still be injured. Nighthawk doesn't want to risk someone being injured before completing the task.

He asked everyone to tie each other with climbing ropes, widen the distance, use the gun as a crutch, and use the trees along the way to block the body's progress. The group of people moved forward slowly and cautiously, and the military assassin thoughtfully blocked Monroe.

He turned behind him and walked in front. Monroe smiled gratefully at his back.

It wasn't until almost noon that they descended the mountain. Everyone was almost dead from exhaustion. Monroe felt a chill behind her, and it turned out that the sweat had soaked her underwear. Nighthawk looked at the mountain in front of him, with a look of relief on his lips.
Chapter completed!