The full-level boss is laid off and re-employed in StarCraft

Chapter 72 Another Jungle Guerrilla (2)

"Wow, Boss Cen is capable. You can get this kind of controlled firearms." The logistics team members became interested, "Can I have a look?"

"Okay."

Cen Wen graciously handed the gun to him, and he immediately showed it to his companion, and finally handed it to Captain Bo, who saw her dismantle the whole gun into its parts and reassemble it neatly.

"This gun has been used, but the maintenance is not very good." Captain Bo came over and returned the gun to Cen Wen.

"It's true that I haven't taken care of it seriously." Cen Wen took the gun and held it in his hand naturally, "I'm a person with supernatural powers, and I'm used to fighting with supernatural powers. I usually use guns for last-minute emergencies. Don’t forget about maintenance, just remember to buy magazines.”

"So your aim isn't very good."

"That depends on whether you can force me to shoot." Cen Wen raised his eyebrows provocatively, and put the gun in his hand into the space buckle.

"The two guns are different. If you are used to that one, you may not be able to use this one. Try your hand first."

Captain Bo picked up his painted gun and told Cen Wen how to aim, load and change the magazine.

Cen Wen tried it out, and even emptied a paintball magazine. The accuracy was beyond words.

But no matter what, in one afternoon, everything that needs to be understood has been understood, and everything that needs to be adjusted has been adjusted.

Two days and one night of guerrilla warfare in the jungle, confrontation between red and blue.

Cen Wen is blue, and Captain Bo's team is red.

Either the blue side is killed or captured.

Either Captain Bo was killed and arrested, or the ten-man team on the red team was downsized to two or three people,
Or, at 18 o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, if there is no result, it will be a tie.

And, the whole process is live.

Cen Wen went home to eat and take a bath, and was going to bed early. Before going to bed, he sent Jiang Shan the live broadcast link given by Captain Bo.

[Ten people on the red side and one person on the blue side? 】

【Um. 】

[Are you sure it's jungle guerrilla warfare? 】

【Um? 】

[Isn't this telling the army to gather in the jungle to search for vicious bandits? 】

【Ah yo...】

[Don't let people down, show them what a real gangster looks like. 】

[Don't be angry, if I am a gangster, let alone these ten students, the principal of the school will have to make a fool of himself every day before he catches me. 】

[I'm afraid that you will show your strength if you have fun. Don't forget how many superpowers you have at the end of the second level. 】

【With my tattered body, I can't even explode the abilities of the third and fourth levels, don't worry~】

Early the next morning, Cen Wen was fully dressed, with a hat and an outdoor turban covering his face so that only his eyes were exposed, and he brought a small rattan cane and rushed to the meeting point outside the town on time.

After all the members assembled, the live broadcaster took off to follow. According to the script, Cen Wen, who put on the blue armband, set off for an hour first.

The viewers in the town who shared the live broadcast link last night opened the live broadcast room early and waited. The first screen they saw was the part where Cen Wen set off.

Cen Wen also wears a bracelet, so she can watch the live broadcast at any time and use various cheating methods to learn about the red team's movements.

The ten members of the red team took off their wristbands and only wore earphones on their ears. They are the ones to be tested. They cannot watch the live broadcast and must use their real skills to catch the blue team.

Cen Wen ran in the forest for half an hour first, and then kept setting traps for the next half hour. The damage was not strong, but he tossed people just to consume the energy of the pursuers.

When the audience saw this, many people were already laughing happily, but the barrage was still closed in the live broadcast room, and their endless desire to narrate could not be vented. Instead, they complained on various online platforms and attracted a lot of traffic.

An hour later, the red party set off, and the screen in the live broadcast room was divided into two, with the blue party on the left and the red party on the right.

Cen Wen stepped on for an hour, finished the trap, began to disguise himself, obtained materials from nature, and urged them without suitable leaves. Like last time, he covered it from head to toe and blended with the jungle.

If it weren't for the live broadcaster following her all the time, she wouldn't be able to see her whereabouts at all.

She stops and starts, always allocates her physical strength reasonably, and avoids exposing her strength in front of countless audiences.

At the beginning of the confrontation, there is no need to watch the live broadcast to study the opponent's route. The small rattan cane completely replaces it. Under the surveillance of the plant network, Cen Wen knows exactly the wrestling posture of everyone on the red team who stepped on the trap.

The trap is no longer set. Setting a trap is not only a waste of time, but also a signpost to guide her whereabouts. What's the point of that? Under the premise of no clear direction, it is like chasing prey, only relying on clues to catch her whereabouts Really good.

It is indeed a clue.

The little rattan will mobilize the plants and cover up every step Cen Wen takes.

The footprints are covered, but the new plants protruding from the soil will be somewhat different from the surrounding ones. If you observe carefully, you can catch this clue.

The captain of the red team, a third-level power user, must have her unique skills in the jungle. Cen Wen will not underestimate her. With experience on the battlefield, underestimating any opponent may suffer a big loss.

After walking for two hours at a stretch, Cen Wen found a concave slope and nestled under it to rest.

The audience couldn't see the small movements of her using the power, but they could clearly see a thorny bush growing around her hiding place. It was bare and leafless, and it looked the same as the neighboring bushes. They walked over without breaking the bush I couldn't tell there was someone hiding inside.

At this time, the shooting angle of the live broadcast machine was also limited. Cen Wen was hiding too deep, and there were bushes blocking the outside. Just take a picture of a pair of feet. If the feet are retracted, even this picture will disappear.

After walking for two hours in a row, Cen Wen was indeed tired. She unfolded a moisture-proof mat that she brought with her, lay down comfortably, and took a nap first.

The little cane kept watch for her.

She rested now, and the red side was similar. The trap trapped them for half an hour, and some of their physical strength was exhausted. After getting out of the trap, the continuous walking in the jungle doubled the exhaustion, and stopped after another hour.

Just in time, Cen Wen woke up.

After eating and drinking, Cen Wen packed up his things, cut down a clump of thorns and bushes blocking the way, climbed out and left, regardless of whether the abandoned hiding place would be discovered by the red party.

Anyway, while they were resting, she ran a little further, opened the distance, and circled behind the red square.

The sixteen-character policy of guerrilla warfare has given young people a lot of insight.

Running on the road is a very boring process, and the physical exertion is doubled in the dense forest. Both sides stop and go, and the audience also comes and goes. There are not many people left, and those who insist on watching are almost as background Play the sound, and take a look at it every once in a while.

The audience didn't have a map, and they didn't know what route the two sides were taking. There was only one reminder on the split live broadcast screen, which was the straight-line distance between the two sides.

Besides, what they could tell was that the red side was seriously searching for clues of the blue side's passing.

(End of this chapter)