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The neck in his hand was easily broken, and the soldier collapsed in Miss Watson's arms. There was still silence all around, and sporadic firelight lit up on the top of the slope above. Miss Watson recognized this scene. She had seen it many times before when patrolling the Illyrian League. It was obvious that someone was secretly smoking. After absorbing several outposts, the layout of this mountainside camp has emerged in my mind.

My ears caught the faint sound of grass stems being rubbed against the soles of my shoes.

She leaned down and saw a man walking out to the left. He peed on the ground without any sense of ethics, then shook off his trousers and walked into the tent again. This is somewhat different from Miss Watson's previous inference. God knows that at this point in the past, the entire gang was as if they were dead, and everyone was sleeping very soundly. It seems that after Lannister International's troubles, some people still suffer from insomnia.

Miss Watson gave up the idea of ​​getting into the tent and assassinating him.

Originally, she had no intention of infiltrating.

Everything on the body is prepared for frontal combat. Although the MSG90 is equipped with a suppressor, it is only to weaken the muzzle fire and heat, so as not to burst out a large group of bright lights in your night vision/red heat field of vision and affect combat observation. . If you really want a sniper rifle to be able to shoot silently, you must either move the distance a few hundred meters away and use environmental sounds such as rain; or you can find a specialized silent sniper rifle, such as the Russian VSS.

In fact, in this quiet place at night, any low-noise thermal weapons are basically useless, and cold weapons have to be relied on.

But now it seems that things are easier than I thought.

The leader of the camp...forget it, Miss Watson has no intention of remembering this person's name, just remembering his appearance. She stepped over the deflated cans on the grass, crouched up the slope, and slashed the necks of the smokers with a dagger.

The snoring in the tent next to me was still there.

After gently lowering the body, Miss Watson came to the west part of the camp. Here was the arsenal, a large and dilapidated awning with wooden stakes inserted into every fixed point. The memory fragments not only helped her avoid the traps on the road, but also gave very useful clues. Miss Watson gently opened the crate lid, and inside the large mass of weeds were Soviet-made F-1 fragmentation grenades. Looking at the pile of Russian words above, I suddenly felt a strong atmosphere of the times.

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How did you get this booby trap? Recalling the teachings of demolitionist Beltway in her mind, Miss Watson gently twisted the outer metal ring with her fingers to shorten the delay fuse time. Next, she just needed to find a thin string and a small branch. She turned around and tore off a large piece of cloth from the broken awning. Although these plastic strips are of different thicknesses, after all, it would be very confusing to fight at night. Who can see clearly what is underfoot?

However, the objects on the body have to be removed temporarily, as they are prone to collision and noise.

The sentry posts in the northeast of the entire camp were basically cleared, and Miss Watson started the journey of laying mines with her bag. With the help of the tentacles, this little project went very quickly. Twenty-three minutes later, the minelaying work was successfully completed, and several patrol teams on the road were also cleared. The few cars in the camp were not spared. She had tampered with them all. Even some corpses had booby traps stuffed under them. Miss Watson even stole a few cans of gasoline.

It's a pity that she is not very skilled in this area at the moment, and there are no suitable materials at the scene, otherwise she will definitely set all the booby traps to explode instantly.

After half a circle of tossing, Miss Watson retrieved her equipment and arrived at the final location.

The chief's residence.

This is a place composed of an external tent and a small hillside bunker. There are three exits, all of which are guarded. At this moment, there was a fire in the shooting hole on the outside of the fortress. Miss Watson slowly touched it and climbed directly along the rock wall below, perfectly avoiding all sight.

"...Then what do you want me to do?"

A man held the phone and walked around the campfire: "Sooner or later, the government will send people over. Don't talk to me about cooperation. Figueroa is dead, absolutely dead! We all saw it! The most you can do is occupy the city." East, I will take the west of the city, and from now on each will rely on his own ability. This is my bottom line! Do you hear me clearly? If we bargain again, let’s go all out and let others take away the big part happily, how about that?”

A slight amount of night wind suddenly blew across the back of my neck.

He turned back and saw a few of his men still playing cards in the corner, so he returned his attention to the call. But at this moment, a heart-stopping loud noise suddenly erupted, and everyone was shaken. A black shadow suddenly appeared in the central open space. The man could only see the figure in front of him flickering, and all his men were lying on the ground. He opened his mouth to shout, but it was too late, and his back hit the concrete floor hard.

tom!

A military boot stamped hard on her chest. This was a woman with a hot figure. From a man's perspective, her face was mostly covered by her chest. At this time, the woman was shooting out with a long gun, and her chest was shaking due to the recoil. But he had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery, because the severe pain in his chest showed that he must have broken several ribs. The man struggled to pull out his pistol and pointed it at the woman in front of him.

Miss Watson just continued to push harder.

The man beneath him screamed, as if the cracked bone in his chest had pierced his internal organs, and his entire facial features were about to twist together. Miss Watson put the MSG90 away slowly, and then took out the Saiga-12 shotgun from the left side of her body. It was like Dongguo New Year outside, with bangs and bangs, and occasionally one or two particularly heavy ones - these were gasoline bombs.

"There is a foreign woman who has been in the alliance for a long time. She speaks English and her name is Jimora. She has long light blond hair and an average figure. Where is she now?"

"I don't know what you're talking about! We arrested a lot of foreign women!"

"Jimora's body and appearance are not very good. It is difficult to sell. He can only stay in the camp. Don't think I don't know! Hurry up and tell me!"

"you……"

Pfft!

Before the man could finish speaking, several tentacles pierced his chest, and his whole body immediately dissolved into a large mass of flesh and blood and was sucked away. A burst of footsteps quickly amplified from the hole on the right. Miss Watson shook her head, shooting down several guards who rushed in, while sorting out new memory fragments.

She is getting better and better at this little skill now.

The human brain is actually a very disobedient thing, especially when it comes to lying.

Even if you say you don’t know, you will subconsciously remember the answer in your mind. Ordinary people’s bodies will usually have subconscious reactions such as blinking, shortness of breath, trembling fingertips, or constricted pupils. This is what many senior police detectives and agents The ability to tell whether a criminal is lying is also due to the observation of these small movements. Only those with special training can control the body's reactions to a certain extent.

But no matter what, for Miss Watson, as long as the target's mind can recall the clues, she can capture it faster.

But Jimora isn't here.

Another camp in the north of the city.

Gan! ! !

Mr. Watson has a deep understanding of what it feels like to drive on Albanian mountain roads - it cannot be said that it is uncomfortable, it can only be said that it has to shake off the armor. The land side of Vlora City is almost entirely mountainous. If you want to go to the north as soon as possible, you must either pass through the city, or go further and find a boat to take the sea route.

Miss Watson immediately rejected the second idea. It was still unknown whether the boat would be found, but there was a car in the camp now! Although they were all damaged, it was only a few wires that were pulled out, and they could be repaired and used!

Boom! ! !

The explosion outside had not yet subsided. Ms. Watson rearranged her equipment, picked up the MSG90 and strode out of the door with murderous intent.

The familiar smell of gunpowder smoke and a mess.

Unlike movies and games, ordinary grenade explosions don’t actually produce flames that are huge, long-lasting, or even capable of igniting people. The shock wave generated by the explosion will stir up dust, so except for a few gasoline bombs, most places in the camp are filled with smoke and dust. .

A few gangsters were shooting indiscriminately with guns, and more people were blown up in their sleep. The horrific memory of being bombarded by Lannister International a while ago came to mind, and now they were everywhere as if they had lost their minds. Running around. Someone else tried to operate a searchlight, but was blown over by a booby trap as soon as they got close. Ms. Watson didn't want to miss this opportunity. She jumped to a nearby high point in the night, fixed her body with her tentacles and legs, and then started hunting with the MSG90.

After the battle with the Lannister International group of mechanized infantry, and now facing this group of bandits, Miss Watson no longer felt any emotions in her heart. Aiming, shooting, and changing magazines mechanically, no one on the field can pose a threat to her.

The special shooting sound effect of the gun suppressor is like the whistle of death.

Every time it rang, a man fell in the camp. However, the position of this sound is not fixed yet, sometimes it is on the left and sometimes it is on the right. As more and more companions died, some finally lost their courage and ran down the hillside, then collapsed halfway and could not get up again. Some people choose to huddle behind the bunker, but the bunker can only withstand one side after all, and soon, bullets will come from another direction.

boom! ! !

Another unlucky guy trying to turn on a searchlight.

……

Two minutes later, there was no living thing in the scope.

Miss Watson hung on the cliff, looking like a puppet.

The hot muzzle remained quiet for a long time, then suddenly moved again. The bullet shot out of the barrel and penetrated a wounded man crawling on the muddy ground. After the gunshot, the entire gangster hillside camp fell silent again. A few small tents were ignited by gasoline bombs and were crackling on fire, but soon there was no movement.

Gradually, the light of dawn pierces the horizon.

A rising sun.

Miss Watson, who returned to the camp, was looking through the corpses while looking distractedly at the skyline. Against the backdrop of the corpses and gunpowder smoke, the glow was so bright red that it seemed like blood was infecting the night. The sniper rifle with empty bullets was placed across her crotch. She pulled off her face towel and took a few deep breaths. Then she stood quietly until some unidentified birds flew to the corpse and began to peck at the flesh.

How to do it?

Miss Watson turned back and looked at the women's prison, which was still intact.