Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Good boy!" Yan Zhendong clapped his hands in the conference room and shouted.

"It seems to have some effect!" Zhou Quan narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure that was running fast on the screen.

"If you want me to say, it's obviously because these soldiers are so idle." Ge Jun shouted, "Yan Luo, to be honest, these soldiers should be back to work."

Yan Zhendong nodded, tore off a piece of paper from the side, and wrote down the four of them.

"It looks like someone is going to be unlucky!" Ge Jun laughed, looking up at the screen.

…

"Huh!"

Dialect breathed a sigh of relief, hid his body in the jungle, looked around for a long time, and then sat down.

If you don't move, you will kill, if you move, you will kill. If you hit or not, you will immediately escape thousands of miles away. This is what Zhou Quan taught him.

And now, he is moving deeply, took out a pack of compressed biscuits, opened the dialect, ate two slices, and put them back again.

After all, there is no comparison between people. Longya has logistical support, but I don't have it. If you don't want to eat insects raw and tear mice with your hands like Lord Bei, you can only save it.

Picking up the rifle next to him, Dialect smiled bitterly. It wasn't a sniper rifle, which was a pity.

However, there is not much to complain about. Having a gun can be regarded as some comfort, at least a little bit of resistance.

God knows what Yan Zhendong thought. He threw himself into this forest where birds don't shit, and also attached a dozen dragon-tooth warriors, chasing him behind his ass.

Looking around again, Dialect threw the headset on the ground, covered it with dirt, covered some dead leaves on it, and ran away.

"Every team pay attention, the target disappears in A5, the target disappears in A5, immediately close the circle, repeat, immediately close the circle!" Cobra looked at the small dot that was not moving on the light screen, picked up the headset and said to each team.

"Received on the 1st!"

"Received on the 2nd!"

"…"

"This kid can really run, but, after all, he is young!" The squadron leader sat on the chair, picked up the water glass next to him and took a sip.

"Haha, I guess I've watched too many TV series." The political commissar next to him said.

"Also, how long do you think this child can last? It's been 4 hours now, right?" The squadron leader put his legs on the table and asked the political commissar.

"I can't guess, didn't you say at first that it would be solved in 2 hours?" The political commissar replied with a smile.

The squadron leader smiled awkwardly, "I can't figure it out!"

…

If there are words to describe the mood of the dialect at this time, the dialect will also be more civilized.

I really hold a big grass...

Dialect thought, lying in a grass, the tattered camouflage uniform was hidden with the surrounding environment, and there was a light footsteps in his ears.

This is the third time he has met the search team. Judging by the momentum, it seems that he wants to search this forest upside down.

Dialect also realized the reason for all this, and it must be the problem with the headset.

I am inexperienced...

He sighed, raised his head slightly, and watched the five-person team in front slowly disappear into the jungle. Dialect also stood up, hunched over, and ran to the side.

His eyes were constantly wandering around. The mountains and forests gave him a hidden environment, but also gave Longya's people a chance to hide.

"Found the target!" On a hillside, a dragon-tooth warrior said softly, raising the telescope in his hand again.

"Direction at 13 o'clock, distance, 750 meters, wind speed of 4 meters, wind direction southeast." The soldier kept reporting the location of the dialect, and then fell silent.

"Huh..." The sniper next to him took a deep breath, looked at the dialect in the scope, held his breath, and gently moved his right finger.

With a little cold light on his back, his sixth sense, which has become more and more sensitive since crossing, made him feel a different breath, and Dialect instantly rushed towards the trees next to him.

"boom!"

A small dent was left on the ground where he was standing. Dialect hid behind a tree and breathed a sigh of relief. In his mind, he began to draw a map of this area and where the sniper was.

Hillside in the distance!

Dialect instantly realized where the sniper was, and then took out the compressed biscuits on his body.

"Huh..."

He threw the compressed biscuits to the side, and immediately turned around and ran to the other side, constantly making the tactical moves that Yan Zhendong had taught him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Wandering above the tip of the knife, dancing with the sound of gunfire, bullets chased the shadow of Dialect, but none of them hit.

"I'll go..." The observer exclaimed, "Damn, he really knows how to run!"

"boom!"

With the last shot, the sniper also stopped, looked at the dialect running into the distance in the scope, and cursed in a low voice, "Fuck!"

"The target runs to the B2 area, and the target runs to the B2 area." Seeing this, the observer immediately said towards the headset.

He turned his head to look at the sniper next to him and shouted, "I can't do it? Too much masturbation?"

"What's wrong with me, this kid..." The sniper scolded and suddenly turned off the fire, but he couldn't think of any words to describe it.

"Haha!" The observer laughed.

In the distant mountains and forests, the tactical group of the entire squadron began to move in the direction of B2, and the group originally in B2 also began to divide areas and snip on the spot.

The mountains and the rain are about to come and the wind is filling the building...

Fortunately, it wasn't Zhou Quan.

Dialect thought, leaning against a tree to breathe continuously, and then slowly calmed down.

He once had a simple confrontation with Zhou Quan, but every time it ended in his defeat, but now he can hide for a little longer...

Thinking about it, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com dialect looked around, but there was no movement.

But he knew that now that the specific location has been exposed, the people of Longya must have begun to shrink the encirclement, and this is just the tranquility before the storm.

Just die, you can't escape anyway...

Dialect tightened the rifle in his hand and ran forward.

…

In the dense forest, five-person tactical teams were scattered around, holding guns, constantly observing the movements around them.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three gunshots rang out, and three green smoke scattered in the sky at will. A figure jumped down from the tree and rode on a soldier. He raised the pistol in his hand and fired another shot. .

"boom!"

Between the lightning and flint, there was another green smoke floating in the sky, and Dialect quickly slammed the pistol on the head of the soldier who was still a little confused on the ground.

"You're dead too!" said the dialect, standing up from the warrior and extending his hand.

"Brother, you are amazing!" The warrior shook his head, stood up with the help of the dialect, and praised.

"Haha! That's it, if it weren't for the suddenness, you wouldn't be like this!" Fang Yan laughed twice, turned his head and walked to the sniper's position, he needed a sniper rifle.

"Let's not say anything else, just your marksmanship, we will lie down three times when we meet!" The commander of the tactical team is an assaulter, he laughed.

"Don't brag, don't brag!" Dialect smiled even more brilliantly. Although he said no, his expression was still very honest.

"That does not…"

"Bang!" Green smoke emerged from Diaoyan's body, and Diaoyan's smile instantly froze.

I…

Sure enough, if you talk too much, you must die...