Chapter 725 Cleaning up the Garbage (Part 2)! (The Third Update!)

At this moment, Jira sat on the carpet, twisting his body constantly, looking around with suspicious eyes.

He is a Baloch, a Baloch who abandoned the Islamic faith and believed in Islam.

His life of wandering since childhood made him know early that there is no free lunch in this world, but he did not pay the corresponding price when eating the pie.

It is based on this point that Jira never hesitates to look at people with the worst eyes.

It is precisely because of his suspicious nature that he can stand out from the hands of the mullah and become a knife of the mullah to lead the Pakistani Taliban.

And because of his suspicious nature, he also knew that the mullah could not be kind to him sincerely. Every time he saw the mullah, he felt like a thorn in his back.

It was as if the mullah was ready to kill him at any time and replace him with someone else.

The feeling of being like a thorn in his back made him very uncomfortable. He didn't eat well, drink well, or sleep well every day. After careful consideration, he decided to go out and work alone.

Anyway, he already had some reputation. With this reputation, the guns in his hands, and those connections, he could completely raise an independent armed force, and even replace the mullah in the end.

With this idea, he decisively chose to stab the mullah in the back.

In the process of the mullah asking him to perform the task, he constantly transferred his own manpower, weapons and ammunition.

After completing the assassination in Peshawar, he immediately transferred people to Islamabad to set fire to the American Embassy.

This move did scare America and also attracted hatred.

But he was not satisfied, he chose to add fuel to the fire.

So, as the leader of the Pakistani Taliban, Jira had his first speech.

After publicly threatening Pakistan and other countries in Pakistan, he immediately took his people and ran away.

Coming to this northern ravine, away from the mullah, the feeling of being on his back finally dissipated. During this time, he slept well and ate well.

But now, that feeling of being on edge reappeared again, lingering in his heart. No matter how he tried to calm down, that feeling always lingered in his heart and could not be shaken off.

His intuition told him that there was trouble, and it was a big trouble.

Feeling the weirdness in his heart, Jira did not think much, he chose to believe his intuition.

He did not choose to tell anyone about the weirdness in his heart, but chose to be alone, changed his clothes, stuffed his clothes with dollars, found a new gun, adjusted it, and put it on his back. Like an approachable boss, he walked out of his residence and kept wandering around.

Others saw him and subconsciously greeted him, but he waved and refused.

He slowly wandered around the village where he lived, occasionally standing in a corner, lighting a cigarette, looking around with a sly look, not missing any movement.

Especially the surrounding mountains.

But it was a pity that he did not have a telescope in his hand, so he could only squint and look at these mountains very carefully.

But the distance was too far, and it was hard to see what was on the hilltop.

On the hilltop southeast of him, Williams lay behind a few rocks, poked his telescope out of the cracks in the rocks, and then locked onto the small village in the distant valley.

There were some terrorists in the village, but there were also some ordinary people.

Seeing this, he subconsciously looked up at the drone in the sky.

The drone was flying at a very high altitude, hiding behind the white clouds. If he hadn't known in advance that there were several drones overhead, he might have believed that his actions today were absolutely secret.

There were missiles on the drones, 5 drones, each with 6 missiles, that is a total of 30 missiles. If you are a little more ruthless, all these 30 missiles will be used, and almost half of this village will disappear.

Needless to say, those terrorists will definitely die.

But...

The drone is not his own, but someone else's, and it also has an ultra-high-definition camera. If they attack ordinary people in this village, they will definitely be photographed.

The video that was taken would be very likely to be leaked. Based on my understanding of the American army, they always like to lose.

There are so many Americans. If you don't do it, there are others who will.

If you don't join the army, there are others who will.

So...

I can only think of a way to sneak in secretly.

With a sigh, Williams turned his head and tapped the device on his left arm to bring up the map of the valley.

"According to our intelligence, the leader of the Pakistani Taliban, Jila, is hiding in this village."

"I don't know where he is hiding."

"And our mission this time is to catch this guy."

"So, we can only outsmart him, not attack him."

"Also, during the operation, if you see ordinary people, don't shoot them as soon as you see them. Make sure that the other party is in danger before shooting."

"Do you understand?"

Several team members were puzzled by Williams' request. After all, they are Americans.

In America, if someone reaches into their pocket, there is no doubt that the other person is definitely ready to reach for a weapon.

Under this premise, they grew up and joined the American Army.

Then they carried out missions everywhere.

For them, everyone they see on the battlefield, whether they are male, female, old or young, is an enemy, and they should shoot when they see them.

But now, the captain actually asked them to give up their previous approach.

This is simply unreasonable.

Seeing the confusion in their eyes, captain Williams raised his fingers to the sky, and then asked with a smile:

"You don't want the video of you killing innocent people to be posted online, do you?"

After Williams finished speaking, he turned his head, pointed at the map in his hand and continued to assign tasks:

"I looked just now. There are only about 40 houses in this village. It is not a big village."

"According to the overall planning and layout, the houses at the top of the village look the most luxurious."

"According to the intelligence we have collected, this Gila is relatively greedy and lustful, and also likes money, so it is very likely that he is in these houses."

"Alexander, you should take the sniper position alone. When the operation starts later, you can find a place to take charge of the sniper."

"The remaining 6 of us are divided into two groups. Group A is led by me, and group B is led by George."

"Group A enters from the left, Group B enters from the right."

"After entering, quickly check these apartments. If Gila is not found, meet in this house and take the next step."

Several people in front of Williams quickly looked over and discovered that where Williams was pointing was the largest of these houses.

It is the most suitable house to be used as a bunker for offensive and defensive battles.

Seeing this, I actually understood what Williams was thinking.

If Gila is not found, then use this house as a bunker to engage in offensive and defensive battles with Gila's men.

According to the fighting qualities of those people, if an enemy came to their territory and robbed one of their houses, they would definitely attack desperately if they stayed there and refused to leave.

At that time, the Gila who has been hiding in the dark may also appear.

As long as the opponent is confirmed to appear, you can directly summon a drone, launch missiles, and send the opponent directly to the sky.

After understanding what Williams was thinking, the remaining people also looked at him with burning eyes. Sensing the gazes of his teammates, Williams nodded slightly and said with a smile:

"As expected, you still understand me, so let's take action!"

"Start comparing the watches now!"

After the words fell, seven hands stretched out together. Each of these seven hands had a device on their wrists, as well as a separate mechanical watch.

Set all the mechanical watches to 12:00, bump a few fists, and start timing.

Alexander was like an agile cheetah, carrying a gun and moving quickly on the rocks in the valley. After a while, he found a suitable sniper position.

He hid himself in the haystack, set up his gun, and began to observe silently. At the same time, he acted as an observer and reported the enemy's location to his teammates.

"Scissorhands, stop a moment, someone is coming out of the house in front of you."

"Butterfly Knife, the road ahead of you is guarded. If you can't pass, you have to find another way."

"keyboard……"

"Conductor, there is a dead end in front of you, and there is no way to go elsewhere. I have already aimed at the person in the alley in front of you. I will shoot, and you can catch the other person's body and hide it, which can delay the time of being discovered. "

"Give me a three-second countdown when you're ready!"

Conductor is Williams' call sign. He heard the voice from Alexander in the earphones. Williams put away his gun, carefully squatted in the corner, took out his dagger, slowly stretched it out, and used the reflection of the dagger to observe the corner. Then the person on the other side.

The man stood there quietly, motionless, with his eyes staring at the intersection, like a street light, or looking like a monitor.

After estimating the distance between the two parties, Williams held down the earphones and spoke softly:

"3..."

At the last sound of the countdown, Williams pounced like a cheetah, but before he could pounce in front of the opponent, the MK12 bullet arrived before him, slamming the opponent into the wall.

One shot to the chest, one blow to kill.

Just as the man was slowly falling down, Williams pounced on him.

He pulled the other person into his arms with both hands and pushed him into the ditch next to him. The body rolled into the ditch. If you didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to find a body here.

Rubbing a little dust with his feet to cover up the blood stains on the ground, Williams continued to move forward.

Finally, the six people advanced to the edge of those houses.

After careful observation, they finally selected the house with the most security.

It is a place that is closely guarded. Regardless of whether there is Gila or not, there must be something important inside. As long as he can get it, the person named Gila will definitely come back and kill him when the time comes.

After using the equipment in their hands to observe for a while and confirming the enemy's situation, several people pulled the grenades together and threw them out at once.

The grenade exploded in the courtyard, killing and injuring people who were wandering around the courtyard. Then, Williams took the lead and rushed forward.

Butterfly Knife follows closely behind, taking cover from the side.

Although these terrorists are very strong, they are completely incompetent against these elite SEALs.

More than a dozen people were wiped out in two rounds of firefights.

After checking the wounds on his body and confirming that there were no wounds that would affect the fight, Williams took the lead and rushed into the house again.

There were still people in the room, but their fighting power was very weak. After a few gunshots, these people lay on the ground.

Looking at the layout of the room, Williams couldn't help but twitch his face.

There were maps hanging on the wall of the room, maps of Pakistan and Afghanistan.

Right below the map was a desk, on which were several notebooks with unfinished texts, and next to it was an ashtray with unextinguished cigarette butts.

Next to the map, there was an area blocked by black cloth.

When he opened it, he found that it was a studio with cameras inside.

This... obviously, this is where Williams lives.

I just don't know why this bastard is not here.

Williams turned around, grabbed a person who was not dead yet from the ground, thought for a while, and asked in Pashto:

"Where is Jira?"

"The leader went out with a gun at noon and never came back."

"That cigarette butt..."

"We smoked it!"

Bang!

Williams raised his hand and shot the man dead, waved to the team members, then pressed the headset and said to Alexander:

"That damn guy is not here, prepare to execute the bait plan."

"Look outside and see if there are multiple people gathered around someone. When you see them, just snipe them."

After giving the order, Williams began to call people to build a defensive position.

At this moment, he was very grateful to the locals for their thousand-year-old construction technology.

The earthen wall, more than one meter thick, was mixed with lime, and there were also earthen walls compacted with fine stone seeds.

The 5.56 bullet hit it like a tickle, the 7.62 bullet would get stuck, and the RPG would explode, but it would not be penetrated.

The defensive position was built. In addition to Alexander's monitoring, Williams was also receiving signals from drones.

There were more and more people outside the house. In more than ten minutes, more than 200 people had appeared.

And among these more than 200 people, there was no obvious person gathered together.

However, the density of these people still exceeded the safe density.

Taking a deep breath, Williams pressed the switch button on the headset and switched the communication channel to the channel directly connected to the headquarters:

"We apply for missile attack!"

A few dozen seconds later, a clear male voice came from his headset. It was not General Hanks who gave them the mission, but another voice.

There was not much emotion in that voice, only cold words.

"Missiles are allowed to be used. The attack program of machine No. 1 is unlocked! It can be launched at any time. Snipers are ready for laser guidance."

Outside the house, Jira hid in a remote corner and looked at the house in front of him carefully.

He was very glad that he believed in his intuition.

If he was still squatting in the house, he would have died in the hands of those people just now.

But now, he is still alive and kicking.

He twisted his neck, slowly walked out of the corner, and appeared in the crowd.

Then he raised his hand and waved vigorously at the house in front of him.

"Kill them!"

As he moved, these terrorists began to move, and Jira, standing in the crowd, became very conspicuous.

On the distant hilltop, Alexander saw all of this and silently aimed the laser lens of the device on his arm.