Spy Wars: I have space, but I choose to work alone

Soon, a half-crouching red figure appeared on the screen of the individual soldier's wall-penetrating radar, and even Ma Liang couldn't help but sigh.

"After all, he is the bandit leader Black Heart Tiger who has been around for many years. He should not be underestimated!"

But looking at the epoch-making individual wall-penetrating radar in his hand, Ma Liang could only say sorry. This type of radar uses ultra-wideband UVB technology, using the attraction principle between the electrostatic field of the human body and the electrostatic field between polarities, and uses millions of pulses to form images through the wall.

It can not only realize the detection, positioning, tracking and imaging of moving targets.

It can also detect the heartbeat and breathing signals of stationary targets (people), thereby being able to detect hidden targets in various states (walking, sitting, sleeping, etc.).

When it comes to technology, no matter how alert you are, it will be in vain.

After confirming that the Black Heart Tiger was ambushing him, he also determined the opponent's specific location.

Ma Liang had no intention of rushing in to engage in a one-on-one indoor CQB battle with the opponent.

Although Ma Liang was absolutely sure that it was this black-hearted tiger who would die.

But Ma Liang is a secret agent, not a brave and aggressive bandit, so he won't waste time on duels.

After confirming the position of the Black Heart Tiger once again, Ma Liang walked back a few steps, took out the loaded LR19 from the space, took slight aim, and fired directly.

"boom!"

A full-power 7.62mm sniper bullet flew out from the muzzle of the silencer.

It penetrated the 20-centimeter-thick earthen wall like tofu, and flew into the chest of Black Heart Tiger, who was holding a gun and preparing to ambush Ma Liang behind the wall.

A hole with a diameter of ten centimeters was directly opened in the chest of the black-hearted tiger, and he died almost without even a chance to scream.

Real bullets are not like those in movies and TV shows, where they can continue to move after being hit by dozens of bullets.

Real rifle bullets hitting the hands, feet, and limbs basically break them off immediately.

If it hits the torso directly, there's nothing to say.

Unless there happens to be a doctor nearby and no vital organs are injured, there is a high probability that the person will die.

After firing the gun, Ma Liang did not enter immediately, although he had absolute confidence in his marksmanship.

But he still took out the individual wall-penetrating radar, and after confirming that Black Heart Tiger had fallen to the ground and his body temperature was dropping rapidly, he entered Black Heart Tiger's room with a gun.

In the rice seedling room, the work starts at around 2 or in the evening and lasts until in the middle of the night.

The hostages, who had already been hungry for two days, could not withstand six hours of non-stop rotation and having to count the bells all the time.

This method of "starving the eagle" was indeed vicious. In less than three hours, people could not bear it anymore and began to surrender.

Soon everyone succumbed, and now everyone was in a semi-comatose state, lying on the ground motionless.

As for Wang Tianbao, he was a child after all, and he couldn't resist the sleepiness that was coming upon him, so he fell asleep as well.

But just now when Ma Liang used the LR19 sniper rifle to shoot Wang Batian behind the wall, the sound was a bit loud and woke up Wang Tianbao.

"Uncle Seventh, Uncle Seventh, are you still there?"

When Wang Tianbao woke up, he was frightened by the terrifying silence of the mountain village. He tightly held the flower-mouthed rifle that Wang Batian rewarded him in his hand and asked the bandit Lao Qi outside the door in a low voice.

It turned out that the seventh brother wanted to please the young master and went against Wang Batian's wishes.

He made some noise outside the rice house in advance to let Wang Tianbao know that he was waiting outside.

Unfortunately, Wang Tianbao asked several times but did not hear the "cough" from Lao Qi in response.

Wang Tianbao wanted to open the door and go out to take a look, but unfortunately the rice house was locked from the outside and could not be opened from the inside.

"Something must have happened!"

Wang Tianbao, who grew up among bandits, realized instantly that something was wrong. However, as a man who had seen a lot of battles, he did not risk shouting.

As the descendant of a bandit, Wang Tianbao thought of a way to save his life in a flash.

He quickly took off his fur coat and hid it in the pile of straw where the hostage was sleeping.

Then he rolled hard on the ground several times, making himself dirty.

Then he took out a pair of handcuffs and handcuffed himself and the unconscious hostage together, then closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

After Ma Liang cleared out Heixinhu's gathering hall and confirmed that there were no armed bandits alive.

Only then did he come to the last hostage room with a gun in hand. This is a tactical principle that is repeatedly emphasized in special tactics.

Because hostages are often unstable factors, you must never directly contact them without eliminating the threat to your own safety.

Ma Liang first used a single-soldier wall-penetrating radar to check the hostage room and found that everyone inside was sleeping, just as he had seen from the window through the night vision goggles before.

After ensuring it was safe, Ma Liang opened the door of the hostage room from the outside, holding a gun and wearing night vision goggles.

Under the dim oil lamp, seven or eight hostages of all ages, big and small, young and old, were shackled together, lying in a pile of grass, motionless.

Wang Tianbao heard someone opening the door, and quietly opened his eyes a tiny bit, ready to see who it was.

I saw a humanoid creature dressed in colorful clothes walking in, with long bulging eyes.

At that moment, Wang Tianbao remembered the evil ghosts in the mountains that the other bandits had talked about, and he was almost scared to death and screamed.

If Wang Tianbao hadn't seen that the evil ghost was holding a strange gun in his hand, he would have screamed out on the spot.

Despite this shock, Wang Tianbao's heart was still beating like a drum and sweat was breaking out on his back.

He realized that the evil ghost in front of him was the cause of all this, so he closed his eyes tightly and pretended to be a hostage.

Ma Liang was looking at Wang Tianbao's night vision goggles, whose brightness was changing dramatically due to his rising body temperature. With his hearing three times better than that of an ordinary person, he could clearly hear Wang Tianbao's thundering heartbeat.

"If you want to see it, just open your eyes and look! Don't be sneaky."

Ma Liang's tone was relaxed, but the muzzle of the MP5 in his hand was firmly locked on Wang Tianbao.

If Wang Tianbao made any wrong move, Ma Liang would shoot without hesitation.

In later training, instructors repeatedly emphasized that all unidentified hostages should be treated as potential enemies.

Because the enemy often places their own people among the crowd to launch a surprise attack when the rescue personnel are most relaxed.

As the ace, Ma Liang would naturally not be too relaxed towards Wang Tianbao, even though the other party still looked like a child.

A bullet does not kill people just because the person pulling the trigger is a child. A bullet fired by a Boy Scout is just as deadly.

Seeing that his trick of pretending to sleep was exposed, Wang Tianbao immediately opened his eyes, pretended to be scared, and cried loudly:

"My dear hero, I was kidnapped as a hostage by the Black Wind Mountain. Please don't kill me, wuwuwu..."

Since he had stayed in the rice seedling house for some time and witnessed the reactions of many meat coupons, Wang Tianbao was able to imitate the meat coupons' words perfectly.

He looked just like a poor kid who had been kidnapped, and there was no trace of his ruthlessness in the way he had chopped off the fingers of a peer not long ago.