Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 192: Wufu 29

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In the Hummer, Zhang Long was driving the vehicle at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour on a pothole in the Dana Rainforest. The virgin forests on both sides went backwards, and even chimpanzees with cubs came out to make troubles, and Zhang Long stepped on the brakes. He certainly didn't know that he thought that there was a little less perfect omission in the very arrogant and perfect action. Of course, this incident itself was not to blame.

Comrade Boar was sitting beside him. He had just crawled out of the chassis and was dozing off at this moment. He didn't mean to help him at all.

In addition to the wild name of the wild boar, the whole person looks like an ordinary college student next door, Sven is extremely good, and humans and animals are harmless. Only a few people knew his true disposition. Zhang Long dared to let his subordinates call Dad, but he did not dare to wake up the people around him.

Just then, the communicator sounded.

The boar opened his eyes gently, his face clear, as if he never slept: "Boss."

"ferry?"

"50 minutes to shore."

"What about the goods?"

The wild boar glanced up at the towering forest in front of it and said earnestly, "It will be delivered soon."

Xun Lian didn't even know what he said there. The boar looked as usual, but said at the end: "Received."

Zhang Long nervously said, "How on earth did Chalatou offend the boss? This is simply Long Yan's anger!"

The boar said only two words: "Shut up."

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Xing Conglian loosened his finger on the headset, with a straight waist, standing at the highest point of the building. .

In the lane of the dilapidated factory room outside the window, Zarathu soldiers started a new day's aimless alert. The soldiers behind the bunker began to smoke regularly, and the blue smoke rose with the wind, mixed with the laughter of the dead woman yesterday .

Bullets may hit them at any time, but these soldiers seem to be unconscious. This is also normal. In the area actually controlled by Zarathu, no one dares to put a cold gun.

The torture glanced from the general warehouse with stubborn eyes, and finally fell to the mine power plant.

Beside him, Zhao Hu was installing a military sniper rifle with a gentle touch of a woman. From the backpack he carried, the sniper carefully took out a 12x scope, took out a silk scarf embroidered with lilac flowers from his pocket, and carefully wiped the gun body, and then quickly installed it with decisive methods. Then he continued to wipe the gun body with that silk scarf.

Xing Cong frowned, but didn't say much.

In the underground space where the fingers of the mine can't see five fingers, Kang An, with a blue nose and a swollen face, is carrying a c4 plastic explosive that "stolen" by Comrade Zhao Hu sneaked into the designated location. How to **** hundreds of people with a 7-man squad may be a headache for ordinary commanders, but similar operations are no stranger to him. In a place deep in the rain forest where there is little external armed force interference, directly destroying the target force is obviously the simplest way.

He bit the flashlight, unscrewing the screws at the lower opening of the pipe with a light hand, crawled out quickly, took a hand-drawn drawing from his pocket, and installed it on the marked load-bearing wall according to the instructions of a blasting expert on the road. Fried medicine.