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The so-called crisis perception picture is a form of expression formed by the feedback of the unique breath formed by the danger source. Its principle is actually the same as radar scanning.

And if people who have watched special operations movies basically know a tracking technology called hotspot tracking.

Hotspot tracking is a high-tech device that uses the heat emitted by the human body to locate.

This kind of equipment exists in modern high technology. If you want to avoid being locked by this tracking instrument, there is no other way except to use the most primitive method to cover your body with icy mud to cover up the heat dissipation.

If you put mud on your body, the cold mud will take away the heat from the body, which is very harmful to the body. He Chenguang in Special 2 is so strong, he is sucked away by the heat, and finally can't bear it. Finally, he fainted and almost lost his life.

Fortunately, it was an exercise, and in actual combat, he was killed long ago, and there was no chance of a comeback.

Now, the direct crisis perception of the ghost of the jungle possessed by Chen Ling is better than hot spot tracking, and it is useless to use mud.

As long as the opponent exudes murderous intent, within a certain range, it can be captured and reflected in the form of red dots.

"The ghost of the jungle really works!"

Chen Ling reacted and was overjoyed.

This is equivalent to installing a bio-radar in his brain, and tracking the target within a certain range in the future is as easy as the palm of your hand!

The more than ten red dots on the screen did not move very fast, especially the one red dot in the front, which moved relatively slowly.

They are slowing down like they are protecting someone!

"It must be them!"

A monstrous killing intent burst out from Chen Ling.

Before, Chen Ling was not sure to kill these people, but the danger perception ability of the ghost of the jungle gave him this opportunity.

The red dots represent everyone's position, and you can take advantage of this to sneak attack!

After Chen Ling locked their position, he counted the bullets he was carrying. He walked in a hurry just now and only brought 8 bullets, which was a bit small. However, he brought a tiger-tooth fighting dagger, enough!

"Squad leader, Lao Yang, Lao Jiang, if you have a spirit in the sky, open your eyes and see how I will avenge you!"

Chen Ling began to slow down his running speed, and chose a more concealed route to prevent the opponent from being alerted in advance.

Swish!

Chen Ling's figure swayed, and he flashed into the side of the big rock in front of him, just blocking his figure. When he jumped out again, he flashed into the next big tree at the fastest speed.

If someone is here, you can see that Chen Ling's whole body is strangely integrated into the jungle, and every time he moves, the position of the jungle is a dead end.

That is to say, even if the person in front wants to observe the situation behind, unless he locks a certain position in advance, and the opponent just dodges from there, he will not be able to find his trace.

This is the weirdness of the ghost of the jungle, which allows Chen Ling to find the blind spot in the jungle in the shortest time, so as to avoid the opponent's observation as much as possible.

Chen Ling approached the positions of these people at the fastest speed.

Swish!

Chen Ling flickered, lurking behind a big tree, less than 10 meters away from a red dot in front of him. With the naked eye, he could see what the other party was doing.

The other party was wearing a Geely suit, with a very burly body, holding an AK47, his face was covered, and he could not see the other party's face.

The militant stopped and shouted to his companion in front: "I'll let the water go first, hehe, the killing was too much fun just now, I've been holding it back, and now I'm leaving, leave some memory for Yan Guo, and come here for a visit."

Another militant growled lowly and said, "Come on, the special forces of the Yan Kingdom are not vegetarians! They will catch up soon, and we have to protect the boss's younger brother from leaving."

"The boss values ​​his younger brother very much. Although he is a bit of a waste, he is the boss's younger brother after all. If something goes wrong, we will suffer too!"

The militant who released the water nodded and said, "Don't worry, the strength of those in the Yan Kingdom is just average. It is too exaggerated to say that this is the tomb of mercenaries."

"The people in their post were all rookies just now. The one who was standing guard was shot in the head by me, and he didn't even react at all. They didn't have any rookies in actual combat. They were all child soldiers. Don't worry."

"As for their special forces, that's the same thing."

The militants who released the water were full of disdain.

Chen Ling's figure trembled suddenly, the other party was talking about Lao Yang!

Sure enough, it's this guy!

Chen Ling clenched his fists, and a strong killing intent flooded into his heart.

Today, he was supposed to stand guard by himself, but in order to give himself more time for physical training, he replaced himself again and again.

"Go away, go to your training, if you don't pass the test, I'll see how I deal with you, and let you stand guard every day!"

Every time Lao Yang stood guard for Chen Ling, he always had a serious look on his face, like I was the boss.

But Chen Ling knew that his heart was warm.

"These chops!" Chen Ling's fists kept clenching.

Chapter 5 Jungle Attack

Chen Ling carried the rifle on his back, pulled out the tiger tooth dagger, and approached the opponent silently.

Because it was raining heavily in the woods, the sound of raindrops was all around, and the dense trees affected people's sight.

Therefore, unless the other party is very attentive, it is impossible to detect that someone is approaching.

Chen Ling's fast-moving figure was like a ghost.

At this moment, the militant who had finished releasing the water had just put on his trousers, and a shadow rushed out from the right side, like black lightning, penetrating the rain and fog.

He didn't have time to react at all, the tiger tooth dagger in Chen Ling's hand had already stabbed into the opponent's neck fiercely.

呲!

A blood splattered from the upper wound.

The militant covered the wound on his throat with his hands, and blood poured out like a spring, covering his hands, then flowing all over his body, and then quickly washed away by the rain.

The other party's eyes were full of fear of death, struggling to call for help, but with his mouth open, he couldn't make a sound.

"My throat was cut?"

As a battle-hardened mercenary, whether fighting in the jungle or in the city, his favorite way to kill is to cut his throat!

When the blood splashed out from his throat, he couldn't help being excited, and the blood in his body seemed to boil.

I just didn't expect that I would have such a day.

puff!