Wife is safe, cute baby makes trouble in the world of special forces.

Yamamoto was full of confusion. He didn't know what happened to No. 2, which was blown to pieces.

"These Yan country soldiers deserve to die!"

Yamamoto cursed and growled, "Don't underestimate the enemy. Be alert and be ready to retreat at any time."

He didn't dare to delay any longer. The main force of Yan Country had not arrived yet, but the powerful No. 2 had been killed silently. If he dispersed the team again and didn't retreat in time, even he might be in a bad situation.

In the jungle, a small figure kept flashing. It was Chen Haonan in the sprinting state. After the sprinting skill was activated, his short legs were so fast that only an afterimage was left. The tracking technique firmly locked onto the traces of Yamamoto and his group.

With his swift feet and the Great Black Tracking Technique, he knew the route he was taking would not be wrong. However, he was a little worried because the border was nearby and he was afraid that he would not be able to catch up with the mercenaries and let them escape across the border.

When they just started fighting, Chen Haonan had a vague feeling that these people were coming for him. He didn't want to be threatened, nor did he want to be hunted all the time, so he had to take this opportunity to catch these people, find out the main culprit, and then take revenge. He didn't want to let the revenge rest overnight.

"We have to speed up!"

Chen Haonan felt that time was running out, so he exerted force and accelerated forward.

During the chase, Chen Haonan's face was tense, as if someone owed him three or five million and refused to pay it back. His cheeks were puffed up with a fierce force as he rushed through the woods, chasing after Yamamoto and the others.

With the sprinting of Sprint, the rotten leaves rolled up by the soles of his shoes left a blurry trail behind him, and the heat source locked by the tracking technique was just ahead.

Suddenly, the Great Black Prediction Technique made him feel that a certain direction suddenly became dark, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Almost as an instinctive reaction, he staggered and stopped his feet, bent his knees and pushed the ground hard like a spring, and his whole body rushed forward in a parabola. As soon as the tip of his shoe left the original place, a muffled "bang" exploded behind his ear!

Chen Haonan looked back and saw a smoking bullet embedded in the pile of rotten leaves where he had just landed, and a white gap was scratched on the tree trunk next to it.

"idiot!"

A cold curse sounded from the thorn bush on the left.

No. 1 was half-crouching behind a tree like a dormant poisonous snake, with the silencer of his sniper rifle still emitting hot air.

This guy made a sudden counterattack, and the gun barrel was slowly adjusting its angle as he moved, locking onto Chen Haonan's position.

Just now, No. 1 thought he had succeeded because he had been aiming for a long time and his shooting skills were almost perfect.

Unexpectedly, I missed it!

But you can’t escape…

No. 1 had a ferocious look on his face and kept pulling the trigger.

bang bang...

No. 1 just doesn't believe that such dense bullets cannot achieve the target mission.

What he didn't know was that under the influence of the Great Black Prediction Technique, Chen Haonan could predict the direction of the bullets in advance. Each bullet could only follow his shadow and pierce into the mud, and each landing point would be half a foot away.

Later, in order to save some energy, Chen Haonan simply curled up into a ball and bounced around in the woods like a beaten ball. He took two steps to the left to avoid the scattered trajectory, and somersaulted to the right to avoid the ambush angle behind the tree trunk.

Chen Haonan felt relieved, but No. 1 became more and more anxious.

The guns were fired too frequently, and the barrels were glowing red from the continuous firing.

"Baga! Don't die yet!"

No. 1 cursed and could only watch the small figure dodging and moving in the hail of bullets. Every time a bullet whizzed past, it only brought up a few wisps of severed grass stems.

"This little devil...is he a flea?"

No. 1 was so angry that he gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger until his knuckles turned white.

"I just don't believe I can't hit this little devil."

No. 1 took a deep breath and replayed the scene in his mind. He was thinking about Chen Haonan's avoidance pattern and calculating where he would appear next time.

"This is it..."

No. 1's eyes lit up. He calculated that Chen Haonan would roll into the pit in front of him in the next second, so he lowered the muzzle of the gun in advance.

When he was about to shoot, he was surprised to find that Chen Haonan suddenly turned and changed direction. Instead of rolling into the pit, he threw himself into the bushes next to him.

"Baga! Damn it, can this kid predict the future?"

No. 1 was extremely depressed and could only adjust the direction of the gun barrel again and continue shooting.

In fact, it was not that No. 1 made a misjudgment, but that Chen Haonan used the Dahei prediction technique to predict the danger in advance and changed his position in time.

When being suppressed by firepower, Chen Haonan exerted his excellent physical fitness to the extreme, as if he was a jumping bullet. It looked very dangerous, but in fact it was not safe at all. Fortunately, he was small and agile. After jumping continuously, he finally got rid of the opponent's gun on a slope.

Yamamoto's voice suddenly rang out from No. 1's headset, "No. 1! Something is wrong, retreat! Retreat quickly..."

Retreat now?

No. 1 was stunned for a moment. After coming to his senses, he did not follow Yamamoto's instructions. Instead, he gritted his teeth and said, "No, I have locked him. Kill him and then retreat. You can retreat first, and I will follow later."

After arguing with Chen Haonan for so long, No. 1's competitive spirit has been aroused.

As a professional sniper, he couldn't even blow up a kid's head, even though he was ambushed in advance.

If he didn't kill the kid and just left in disgrace, he would have a psychological trauma and might even lose the mood to play with a sniper rifle in the future.

"Don't talk nonsense, retreat first, there will be plenty of opportunities later."

Years of battlefield experience have given Yamamoto a sense of crisis. He did not dare to be overconfident, nor did he want to lose his strength here, so he urged No. 1 through the headset again.

No. 1 still didn't care, "It's okay, I'll blow his head off quickly..."

As he spoke, No. 1 turned the sniper scope and the direction of the gun barrel, ready to lock onto Chen Haonan again and launch a bullet attack.

Suddenly, the pile of dead leaves at his feet exploded!

In the one-foot square pit, rotten wood and leaves burst out like a fountain.

No. 1 felt a sudden sharp pain like an ice spike hitting his crotch. He lowered his head and saw the barb of a three-edged bayonet sticking out from the hole in his tactical pants, with blood dripping in strings along the edges.

The intense pain instantly tightened his nerves, and he jumped up with a roar like a wild animal that was stepped on in the vitals. When his body was off the ground, he was startled to find a child squatting on the edge of the pit. The little hand covered in blood was raised, and the five fingers were put together and shook, as if laughing at his stupidity.

"not good!"

No. 1's face changed drastically. Before he could react, he saw the other party raise his hand and throw a black object, hitting his lower body.

"Baka! It's over..."

No. 1's pupils suddenly shrank. It was a rag wrapped in explosives!

boom……

There was an explosion, and at the moment the air wave rose, he flew up. Looking down, he saw his left leg flying backwards like a broken lotus root. The exploded flesh and blood covered the bushes in front of him, and the minced meat mixed with warm internal organs fell like raindrops.

A small hand was facing him, making a goodbye gesture.

"It's over! It's over..."

Number 1 looked desperate.

The next moment, bang... a burst of blood splattered...