96: Chapter 96 Ghostly Strike: What's Wrong with Stealing Some Equipment!

The next second.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets as he stared through his binoculars.

Gone.

The person was gone!

Just seconds ago, he could clearly see Qin Feng crossing the minefield at an inhuman speed.

But in the blink of an eye, that figure had vanished into thin air.

He wasn't hiding behind cover, nor was he lying in the sand.

He had completely evaporated from this Gobi Desert.

As if he had never appeared at all.

"Platoon Leader... Chef... he..."

Tie Zhu's voice was dry, and the binoculars in his hands were shaking.

"He went in." Chen Mo lowered his binoculars, his expression grave to the extreme.

He prided himself on having some of the best marksmanship and observation skills in the entire reconnaissance platoon, yet just now, he too had failed to capture the trajectory of Qin Feng's disappearance.

It was a stealth technique that completely exceeded the scope of his cognition.

That wasn't camouflage; it was integration.

Like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

"Everyone, follow me!"

Platoon Leader Long Zhan lowered his binoculars, stood up first, and picked up his rifle.

"Follow the path the Chef opened, and don't take a single wrong step!"

In his voice, there was no longer any of the previous hesitation and struggle, only resolute killing intent.

"Today, we are a knife stabbing into the enemy's heart!"

"The tip of the blade is the Chef!"

"The body of the blade is us!"

...

Yangjiao Village, outskirts.

Qin Feng, like a shadow hugging the ground, slid silently through the shadow of a sand dune.

He could even hear the grumbling complaints of two Yang Country patrolmen not far away, and the sound of their boots scraping against the gravel.

The defense in the village was even tighter than he had expected.

The previous sniping and shelling had made the enemy even more alert.

The beams of the searchlights were like sharp razors, scraping back and forth on the ground, not letting go of any corner.

More patrol teams had been sent out, in groups of two or five, patrolling crosswise with almost no blind spots.

In the sky, there even came a faint "buzzing" sound.

It was a drone.

Three reconnaissance drones with wingspans exceeding two meters circled at high altitude, their infrared thermal imagers beneath their noses greedily scanning all heat sources on the ground.

Under this three-dimensional defense system of sea, land, and air, let alone a person, even a wild rabbit couldn't sneak in silently.

But Qin Feng was the exception.

His body seemed to have no temperature and no heartbeat.

The infrared thermal imager beam swept over him, and what fed back to the enemy's screen was just a cold color indistinguishable from the surrounding ambient temperature.

This was the Turtle Breathing Concealment Technique he had honed through countless life-and-death stealth missions in his past life.

Combined with the super-strong physique granted by the system, he became an absolute "cold-blooded animal."

This kind of technologically backward drone was just a blind man in front of him.

He lay in a dirt pit, calmly observing the situation in the village.

The situation was not good.

His only offensive weapon right now was that kitchen knife.

Use a kitchen knife to hack at patrolmen?

Possible, but the commotion would be too great; once a fight started, he would be instantly overwhelmed by firepower.

Must get a gun.

And grenades, the more the better.

Qin Feng's consciousness released the biological Military Dog — Ghost.

"Go."

A thought flashed through Qin Feng's mind.

"Ghost" instantly received the order.

Its sleek head turned toward the southeast corner of the village, a temporary arsenal built with sandbags and camouflage netting.

The next second, its body seemed to turn into a streak of black lightning, hugging the ground and rushing out at a speed difficult for the naked eye to capture.

At the entrance of the arsenal, two Bear Country soldiers were leaning against sandbags, smoking.

They were technical advisors sent by Bear Country to assist Yang Country in guarding this place; to put it bluntly, they were overseers.

"Damn it, these Yang Country people are truly trash; they only realized someone had touched their doorstep after they were already there."

"Who said it isn't? If it weren't for those mines, I wouldn't bother coming to this godforsaken place."

As the two were complaining, suddenly, the corner of one soldier's eye caught a black shadow flashing past under the ammunition crates nearby.

"What was that?"

He stood up vigilantly, raising the AK rifle in his hand.

"What's wrong?" The other soldier also became nervous.

"Seems like a stray dog snuck in."

He walked a few steps in the direction where the shadow had disappeared, shining the tactical flashlight on his muzzle over there.

Beneath the beam of light, it was empty.

Only a few ammunition crates stacked together.

"You must have seen things, right? Even rats can't survive in this godforsaken place, where would a dog come from?" The companion mocked him.

The soldier also felt he might have been too nervous, shook his head, and leaned back against the sandbags.

Neither of them noticed.

Right in the gaps of the camouflage netting above their heads, that black shadow had already silently slipped into the arsenal.

A few minutes later.

"Ghost" crawled out from another ventilation shaft of the arsenal.

In its mouth, it carried a brand-new, Bear Country-made AN-94 assault rifle.

On its back, firmly fixed by a special muscle tissue, were four RGD-5 offensive grenades.

Mission accomplished.

It began to return along the original path.

However, just as it was about to pass through the defensive zone of those two Bear Country soldiers, an accident occurred.

To avoid a sudden searchlight beam sweeping over, its body suddenly darted to the side.

The pull ring of the safety pin on one of the grenades on its back accidentally scraped against a tin bucket filled with empty shell casings nearby.

"Clatter—"

A crisp, yet in the silent night, exceptionally harsh metallic clashing sound rang out.

The two Bear Country soldiers who were smoking suddenly stiffened.

The two looked at each other, their expressions changing instantly!

This was not a hallucination!

They shouted loudly!

A group of Yang Country soldiers grabbed their guns and rushed out.

"Boom—"

This sound, in the dead of night, was like a thunderclap.

That team of Yang Country soldiers, having just rushed up, was directly blown to smithereens.

Before Qin Feng's eyes, he only saw his military merit increasing rapidly.

Oh my!

"Ghost" had performed a meritorious deed!

The kills it made counted as military merit too.

This excited Qin Feng for quite a while.

In the chaos, "Ghost," like a phantom, with the gun in its mouth, didn't even look back, darting straight into the darkness.

"Enemy attack!!"

A shrill shout in the Yang Country language.

Almost at the same time, dozens of sentries and hidden posts in the village, as if a hornet's nest had been poked, instantly erupted!

"Da-da-da-da-da!"

"Bang! Bang-bang!"

Countless tongues of fire spewed out from all directions, frantically strafing toward the direction of the arsenal.

Bullets flew "whizzing" over Qin Feng's head, hitting the sandbags with "pfft-pfft" sounds, splashing up clumps of sand.

The searchlight beams, like sharks smelling blood, suddenly turned their direction, locking onto this area tightly.

It's over!

Exposed!