Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 242 A lot of money
"Rumble, rumble, rumble"

The explosions at the base continued, and the earth groaned beneath their feet.

However, chaos is He Yuzhu's passport!
After securing the two BM-21s, He Yuzhu followed the pre-planned route to the shrubbery area near the edge of the base's barbed wire fence.

He had already changed out of his civilian disguise before the operation, and now he was wearing camouflage clothing and his face was covered in jungle camouflage paint.

The base mobilized a large number of personnel, with their target being the launch site of the BM-21.

All other personnel, except for those who needed to stay behind, rushed to the fire scene, and the entire base quickly sprang into action.

After He Yuzhu cut through the barbed wire and went inside, he became one of them. No one paid attention to his clothes and the paint on his face, because there were many guys at the base who had returned from missions or were about to go to the jungle for missions.

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He Yuzhu has arrived at the airport and is driving there.

The airport was far from the oil tank area and ammunition depot, so it was not affected, and various aircraft filled the airport.

He Yuzhu abandoned the Jeep, sneaked into the airport, and leisurely drove around the airport in an emergency repair vehicle.

Even with a large space, there are limitations. He Yuzhu can only collect two of each type: one to dismantle and one to keep for future use.

Just as he finished collecting the last plane and was preparing to return along the same route and leave the airport.

The searchlights from the edge of the airport security lane suddenly swept over him, fixing him firmly on the engineering vehicle he was driving!
Immediately afterwards, several armed jeeps equipped with M60 machine guns appeared in front of him, blocking his path. A voice shouted through a loudspeaker:
"Stop the car! Turn off the engine and get out immediately! Hands behind your head! NOW!"

The construction vehicle slowly came to a stop.

Seven or eight fully armed soldiers jumped out of the jeep, their guns all pointed at the driver's seat.

"Get out of the car, or we'll shoot!"

The soldiers' fingers were all tightly gripping the triggers, their eyes fixed on this "one of their own" who had appeared deep in the tarmac and was behaving suspiciously.

He Yuzhu sat in the driver's seat and slowly raised his hands, as if to show his obedience.

The moment he took his hands off the steering wheel, something unexpected happened!
As if by magic, an M60 appeared above the steering wheel.

"Da da da da da da da da!"

The bullets pierced the windshield and accurately struck the soldiers' bodies!

"Fire! Fire!"

"hidden!"

"Ss ...

Then, several rockets flew out from behind the engineering vehicle in quick succession.

“RPG”

"Boom, boom, boom!" Several jeeps were blown to pieces.

"Da da da" "Da da da" The soldiers who hadn't died were still fighting back.

However, something even more astonishing happened: an M113 armored personnel carrier appeared out of nowhere behind the smoke.

"Rat-a-tat-tat," the heavy machine gun on the roof of the vehicle mercilessly reaped the remaining soldiers.

"FK, is he a ghost?"

"what"

"Command center, someone has infiltrated the airport. Repeat, someone has infiltrated the airport."

After eliminating the enemy in front of him, He Yuzhu knew that it was impossible to sneak out, so he decided to resort to ruthless tactics.

He put away his M113, switched to a motorcycle, and started riding around the plane, with open oil drums rolling down his back.

At the end of the runway was the sea. He Yuzhu glanced back at the car lights in the distance, then fired a burst of bullets at the ground, igniting the gasoline. He Yuzhu then fired his M60.

After emptying a belt of ammunition, He Yuzhu rode his motorcycle into the sea. In mid-air, he put away the motorcycle and plunged into the sea with a "plop".

A low explosion came from the airport behind me, followed by a series of explosions and piercing alarms.

He Yuzhu put on his diving equipment underwater and dived into the distance.

The spot where he went into the water was being pierced by countless bullets.

After lurking underwater for a long time, He Yuzhu felt it was time to leave the port and surfaced.

Waves crashed against the deserted rocky beach outside the harbor. He Yuzhu climbed ashore, soaking wet, and pulled off his bulky diving gear to store it in his spatial storage.

The night wind carried the salty, fishy smell and the stench of gunpowder.

He glanced back at the port engulfed in flames, then quickly stripped off his soaking wet clothes, changed into dry local farmer attire, put on a straw hat, packed away his clothes, and disappeared back into the darkness!
He Yuzhu had not gone far from the rocky beach when the roar of propellers came from the sea!

A small bird flew low overhead, its bright searchlight sweeping repeatedly across the beach and the bushes along the shore.

Immediately afterwards, the engines of several patrol boats could be clearly heard on the distant sea, with machine guns on their bows pointed towards the shore.

He Yuzhu immediately prostrated himself on the ground.

The "bird" circled several times, and the searchlight swept past his hiding place a few times.

The patrol boat also approached the shore and fired machine guns at the suspicious bushes and rocks, the bullets whistling and splashing nearby, kicking up pebbles and water.

"Damn, that was a quick reaction!" He Yuzhu cursed inwardly.

But reason told him that taking action now would mean certain death, and he had to be patient.

They remained motionless for more than half an hour before the helicopters and patrol boats expanded their search area and headed further out.

He Yuzhu seized the opportunity and darted deeper into the dense mangrove forest.

Mangroves offer temporary shelter, but cannot provide long-term refuge.

He needs to leave the coastline as soon as possible and move inland and northward.

Before dawn, the road was no longer peaceful, with jeeps and armored personnel carriers (M113) roaring back and forth, their headlights tearing through the night.

The number of patrols by the Southern Monkeys has increased several times, with checkpoints set up along the way and a tense atmosphere.

In the air, helicopters occasionally swept past the treetops.

He Yuzhu had no choice but to stay away from the main road and travel along the edge of the jungle.

Thorns tore at his clothes and skin, the humid environment made him sweat profusely, and mosquitoes bit him relentlessly.

He dared not light a fire, and could only replenish his strength by chewing on the dry food and water stored in his space.

Several times, he nearly stepped on a venomous snake lurking under the fallen leaves, almost alerting the bald eagle patrol team fetching water from the stream.

Of course, they did take action, relying solely on melee weapons and traps. Along the way, they eliminated several lone sentries and search dogs that got too close (taking them along with their bodies without leaving a trace).

The closer you get to the demilitarized zone (DMZ), the more obvious the signs of fighting become.

Charred tree trunks, huge shell craters, abandoned weapon wreckage, paths scattered with rusted shell casings... The air was thick with lingering smoke and a faint stench of decay.

This area is not only a key defensive zone for the Bald Eagles and the Southern Monkeys, but also the battlefield where the Northern Monkeys' infiltration activities are most frequent.

He Yuzhu encountered a small-scale skirmish.

A group of Southern Monkey soldiers are chasing several people who appear to be Northern Monkeys.

Bullets flew everywhere, and mortar shells exploded not far away.

He was forced to get involved.

He Yuzhu wiped the warm liquid that had splashed on his face and looked at the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground—some were in the green uniforms of the Southern Monkeys, while others were in the distinctive khaki uniforms and straw hats of the Northern Monkeys.

The battle ended suddenly and fatally. He used the jungle terrain and the weapons he could instantly retrieve (a few grenades and precise bursts of fire) to wipe out the enemy almost before they could react.

"Troublesome," he muttered under his breath.

Getting caught up in this encounter was purely accidental, but the traces and gunfire left behind will undoubtedly attract more pursuers.

He didn't have time to carefully search the corpses for information, so he quickly put all the corpses, along with the scattered weapons and ammunition, into his spatial storage—this was the most thorough way for him to eliminate any traces.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, which irritated his senses.

He quickly determined his direction and plunged into the denser jungle, sprinting towards the Demilitarized Zone (DMZ).

He had to find a relatively safe hiding place before dawn.

At four in the morning, on the edge of the DMZ, in an abandoned village.

The village had long been reduced to ruins by repeated artillery fire, leaving only broken walls and charred beams and pillars.

He Yuzhu hid behind a relatively thick, dilapidated wall, where the view was relatively open, allowing him to observe the path leading to the village and the edge of the distant jungle.

Just as he closed his eyes to concentrate, his keen ears caught a strange sound—not the chirping of insects and birds in the jungle, but the extremely slight "crunching" sound of boots stepping on broken tiles.

"Someone's here so quickly? Is it a monkey or a bald eagle?" He Yuzhu was a little annoyed.

Several figures, taking advantage of the cover of broken walls and ruins, silently infiltrated from the west side of the village.

Their movements were swift and professional, and their mutual cover and advance routes demonstrated a high level of tactical skill.

By the faint starlight, He Yuzhu's sharp eyes caught the details: unlike the green uniforms commonly seen in the Southern Monkey Army or the earthy yellow of the Northern Monkey Army, these people wore dark jungle camouflage with irregular tiger stripes, and their faces were covered with thick black and dark green paint, almost blending into the environment.

"Delta! It seems like fate is bringing us together again!"

"I don't know if they're on a mission or here to find me!"

He Yuzhu instantly confirmed the other party's identity.

This is a six-person team, divided into pairs, advancing cautiously in an inverted triangle formation.

The two leading soldiers, equipped with night vision goggles, vigilantly scanned every shadow.

The other four men spread out, pointing their guns at different angles, ready to fire at any moment.

Suddenly, the lead soldier (codename Razor) gave a standard sign, and the squad immediately stopped advancing and dispersed to find cover.

The two men (the gray wolf and the hound) quickly occupied the gaps in the broken wall on the left and right sides, their gun barrels scanning the front and flanks warily.

The other two (Fist of Fury and Wrench of Wrench) knelt slightly behind, responsible for rear guard and fire support.

The last person (the Falcon) used a slightly higher mound of ruins to set up an M21 sniper rifle equipped with a night vision scope, slowly moving the muzzle to search for any suspicious targets.

Their movements were clean and efficient, their teamwork was seamless and silent, and their professionalism was on full display.

The thick, crumbling wall where He Yuzhu was hiding was right at the edge of the Falcon's sniper's blind spot, but Razor and Gray Wolf's eyes had already swept over his direction several times.

The ruins were eerily quiet, an unnatural silence that the Delta Force members clearly noticed. Gray Wolf gestured for Razor to "advance and scout," while simultaneously signaling Hound to provide cover. Like cheetahs poised to pounce, the two prepared to leap forward, their target the area where He Yuzhu was hiding.

Can't wait any longer!
Just as the gray wolf shifted its weight forward, its toes about to leave the ground—

"call out!"

A very faint whooshing sound rang out!
A military dagger shot out like lightning from the shadows behind the wall where He Yuzhu was hiding. Its target was not Gray Wolf, but Wrench, who was responsible for guarding the rear from his side and rear!
Wrench's attention was mostly focused on the rear and flanks, and he was a beat too slow to react to the attack coming from the "safe" direction (the area where He Yuzhu was hiding was believed to be the area that Gray Wolf and his men were about to search).
"Pfft!"

The bayonet pierced the artery on the side of Wrench's neck with precision. The enormous kinetic energy even caused his body to stagger backward a step, and only a "hoarse" sound came out of his throat as blood spurted out instantly!

"Enemy attack! Take cover!" Razor roared!

"Da da da da da!"

Almost at the same moment the bayonet hit, Gray Wolf and Hound's M4 assault rifles opened fire wildly in the direction from which the bayonet came!
Bullets struck the crumbling wall where He Yuzhu was hiding, sending rubble and dust flying everywhere!
The M21 sniper rifle fired a dull thud, a bullet hitting the wall and shattering into a cloud of brick dust.

He Yuzhu had already moved the moment he threw the military dagger!

Instead of retreating, he moved rapidly laterally towards the direction of the violent fist, hugging the inside of the broken wall!
At the same time, he threw a grenade!
"Boom!"

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted between the gray wolf and the hounds!
The shockwave swept outwards, carrying with it debris and shrapnel!

That was an M67 that He Yuzhu took out from his spatial storage while he was moving!

"Ah—!" A shrill scream rang out.

The gray wolf and the hound were the first to be hit. Although they instinctively tried to evade, the explosion at such close range was extremely powerful!
The two were instantly blown to the ground.

The explosion's flames instantly illuminated the ruins, revealing He Yuzhu's figure moving sideways!
"Target! Ten o'clock! Behind the wall!" Razor turned his gun around.

The Falcon's sniper scope instantly captured He Yuzhu's exposed figure, and the crosshairs locked firmly!

However, He Yuzhu acted even faster!

The instant he was exposed, he seemed to anticipate the sniper's lock-on, his body suddenly making an extremely irregular change of direction and coming to a sudden stop, while an AK appeared out of thin air in his hand!

"Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat!" The AK spat out flames!

The target wasn't the distant falcon, nor the razor, but the monstrous fist!

He was punched in the chest and fell backward.

It's this very moment!
"boom!"

The muffled gunshot of the M21 sniper rifle rang out again!

As the falcon pulled the trigger, He Yuzhu instinctively flinched.

A deadly 7.62mm bullet grazed past him, blasting a crater the size of a bowl into the broken wall behind him. Hot shards of debris splashed onto his back, causing a burning pain.

But He Yuzhu's movements were not slowed down at all.

AK's short bursts accurately took down Brutus, and at the same time, he used the recoil from the fire to fall backward, his body curling up and rolling into a shallow crater formed in the corner of a collapsed house.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

As expected of a top-notch sniper, Falcon seemed to have calculated He Yuzhu's movement trajectory and possible landing points.

Three bullets followed He Yuzhu's rolling figure, striking the ground he had rolled across and the pile of rubble beside him, the splashing mud and debris almost covering him.

"Grey Wolf! Hound! Report the situation!" Razor shouted in the channel.

"Uh...cough cough...Grey Wolf is seriously injured...left leg...gone...cough cough..." Grey Wolf's weak and painful groans came through the communicator, accompanied by violent coughing, clearly indicating that his lungs had also been impacted.

All that could be heard from the hound's side was a cacophony of static.

"FK!" Razor's eyes were bloodshot. He quickly moved towards the direction of the falcon, and at the same time pulled the safety pin of an M67 stun grenade and threw it without hesitation toward the shallow pit where He Yuzhu was hiding!

"boom--!!!"

He Yuzhu had already jumped over the wall when he saw something flying towards him.

That half-wall took the brunt of all the explosions for him, becoming even more dilapidated.

Razor charged forward the instant the explosion occurred!

He held the M4, the muzzle fixed on the spot where He Yuzhu had just been, his finger on the trigger. If he saw any moving target, he would not hesitate to turn it into a sieve!

However, when he rushed over, he found that no one was there.

"What?" Razor's pupils shrank, and a chill instantly shot up his spine to the top of his head.

"Watch out! Razor!" The falcon's warning came urgently through the communicator, his voice trembling slightly.

Razor, honed by countless brushes with death, reacted instantly upon hearing the warning—not by retreating, but by performing a tactical roll forward!
"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"

The scorching bullet whizzed past him, barely grazing the back of his head and back, and ruthlessly plowed through the ground where he had just been standing, kicking up a string of gravel and dust!

The source of the bullet was a collapsed low wall behind him!

How could he possibly be there?
Razor's heart sank to the bottom.

The target's speed and reaction capability far exceeded his expectations.

The low wall was at least fifteen meters away from the shallow pit where He Yuzhu had been hiding, with smoke and debris from the explosion in between!

How did he manage to move so precisely and silently in just a few seconds, even managing to get behind himself?
No time to think! After rolling over, Razor knelt on one knee, and his M4 gun was turned around in a flash, pointing towards the low wall!

"Falcon! Suppress! He's behind me!" Razor roared as he pulled the trigger, sending a burst of bullets flying through the air and sending brick fragments flying from the low wall.

"boom!"

The sound of the Falcon's sniper rifle rang out almost simultaneously, the bullet hitting precisely where He Yuzhu had just peeked out to fire, exploding into another cloud of dust.

But He Yuzhu's figure vanished in a flash.

"Ugh—!"

A suppressed roar, filled with pain and extreme rage, came from not far away! It was the gray wolf!

Out of the corner of his eye, Razor saw that Gray Wolf, who was lying on the ground severely injured and almost unable to move, had somehow managed to pick up the M4 that had fallen to the side!

He saw the moment when He Yuzhu attacked Razor from behind, and with his last bit of strength and will, he fired a short burst in the direction He Yuzhu was moving!

Although this burst of fire was rushed and the angle was tricky, it was not for the purpose of hitting the target, but for the purpose of distraction and exposure!
"call out!"

He Yuzhu groaned and staggered! Although the wolf's bullets did not cause a fatal wound, at least one of them grazed the outside of his left arm, tearing his camouflage uniform and leaving a trail of blood!
More importantly, the brief flash of light and He Yuzhu's frustrated movements were crystal clear through the night vision goggles and sniper scope!
"Target injured! Left arm! Location confirmed!" the falcon quickly reported.

"Suppress him! Don't let him move again!" Razor quickly gave the order.

He then continued firing to suppress the area around the low wall while quickly moving toward the gray wolf's position to try and provide cover.

Just as Razor and Falcon's attention was drawn to the gray wolf's desperate counterattack and He Yuzhu's injury, "Swoosh—Swoosh—Swoosh!"

Several cylindrical objects were suddenly thrown out from behind the low wall and from several other tricky angles in the ruins!

Upon landing, they immediately spewed out large amounts of thick, grayish-white smoke!
“Smoke bomb! FK!” Razor cursed.

Through the falcon's sniper scope, the target area was completely engulfed by billowing smoke, and the lock was lost!
The battlefield instantly descended into a chaotic gray-white expanse, and no one dared to make a move.

Razor immediately lowered his body, leaning against a relatively sturdy section of the ruins, his gun pointed firmly at the direction where the smoke was thickest, his mind tense to the extreme.

He dared not move easily, for fear of running into the enemy's deadly gun barrel or trap.

He quickly switched communication channels: "Falcon! Report your field of vision! I need your eyes!"

"Vision zero! Repeat, vision zero! Target has completely disappeared into the smoke!" the falcon replied.

“Grey Wolf! Report the situation! Can we move?” Razor called again.

From the gray wolf's side, there were only intermittent, increasingly faint groans.

It was extremely faint, like the sound of broken tiles being gently stepped on, and it rang out from about seven or eight meters behind Razor to his left!

Razor's hair stood on end! His body moved faster than his mind; the muzzle of his M4 instantly pointed at the source of the sound, and his index finger pulled the trigger without hesitation!

"Da da da da da da!"

A long burst of fire rained down! Bullets struck the crumbling walls and piles of rubble!

"Hit?"

Razor held his breath, the muzzle of his gun locked in that direction, and listened intently.

There were no screams, no sound of someone falling to the ground…

"wrong!"

That voice…it was too deliberate! Like…like bait!
"Behind you! Razor!" the Falcon roared into the comms.

Razor's blood seemed to freeze instantly! He turned around abruptly, but how could his body turn faster than the attack that was already poised to strike?

The thick smoke was suddenly torn apart by a violent force! A figure, like a demon leaping from hell, carrying thick smoke and the aura of death, shot out from Razor's blind spot, almost skimming the ground!

Razor only had time to see a face covered in jungle paint, with eyes as cold as knives, rapidly magnified before his eyes!
He could even see the fresh tear in the other man's left camouflage uniform, ripped by a Grey Wolf bullet, and the dark red seeping out!
He Yuzhu did not have a gun.

There was only a military dagger, gleaming with a cold, eerie light and stained with the blood of a wrench!
"Pfft!"

The dull thud of a sharp blade piercing flesh was so clear in the deathly silence of the fog-shrouded ruins that it sent chills down one's spine!

The bayonet pierced through the tiny gap between the tactical vest and the helmet neck guard with unparalleled precision, penetrating the muscle, severing the trachea, and deeply embedding itself in the cervical spine!
All of the razor's movements were frozen in an instant.

His mouth was open, and he was panting heavily. His eyes were filled with disbelief and absolute fear of death, and the M4 in his hand hung limply at his sides.

He Yuzhu twisted his wrist sharply! "Crack!" A sickening sound of bone breaking could be faintly heard.

He then decisively pulled out his military dagger, drawing out a puff of warm blood mist!
Razor's body seemed to have its bones removed, collapsing limply to the ground. Its limbs twitched slightly a few times before it became completely still.

Blood quickly spread beneath him.

Thick smoke continued to billow, obscuring the swift and deadly kill that had occurred so close to each other.

He Yuzhu didn't even glance at Razor's corpse on the ground. His cold gaze instantly pierced through the smoke and locked onto the direction of the mound of earth ruins in the distance—that was the location of the sniper Falcon!
After eliminating the most threatening melee specialist and commander, the next target is that lurking, viper-like eye!
He wiped the blood off the military dagger with his backhand and put it back into his spatial storage.

At the same time, an AK-47 appeared out of thin air in his hand again.

He took a deep breath, lowered his body slightly, and locked his gaze on the location where the falcon was hiding.

(End of this chapter)