The safe has two floors, with a tray with a sling on it, and two black silk bags on the bottom.

On the black-bottomed hardwood pallet, there are more than a dozen diamond rings neatly arranged, and the lightest one is probably more than 2 carats.

The two small black cloth bags on the bottom are filled with twenty or thirty pure-color diamonds with deviant quality.

There are only three in the bag on the right, but these three are not yet cut. They are as big as peanuts and have a charming pink halo, which completely supports the value of the entire store.

"The income is good, the chips are almost the same, and it's time to retreat."

Xing Feng withdrew his flashing eyes, his fluctuating mood, and swept the safe quickly and put them all into his tactical backpack.

It was already past six o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky was in the evening, which made the entire Zumaer fall into darkness.

Xing Feng, who had reorganized his equipment, did not continue to search for the Xiaojinware Store, but instead crawled out from the back door of the jewelry store, disappeared on the main street in a few breaths.

After leaving the war zone, Xing Feng soon came to the northeast of Zumaer City, which was an area that had been controlled by the Red Turban Army.

The environment of this area is similar to the neighborhood in which the hotel is located. The ground is full of corpses, broken vehicles, and burning furniture. The air is filled with disgusting smell of blood.

However, since this place has been occupied and there are no large number of Red Turban troops wandering, it is relatively safer than the frontline.

It is inevitable to leave Zumaer while the night is dark, but before leaving, Xing Feng needs to get some "high-end toys".

Stop killing Daxiong and others halfway and protecting Dr. Chen by destroying the source is Xing Feng’s next priority and the most feasible plan.

Taking Dr. Chen blindly escape is just a bad strategy, and attack is the best defense!

But this task is very difficult, without detailed combat deployment, and sufficient weapons and equipment are more like a sneak attack than a sneak attack.

Not to mention the three professional PMCs, Big Bear, Athena, and Ghost, they are even the Red Turban Army that are accompanying them. I am afraid that at least they are dozens of them.

With Xing Feng alone, two rifles, grenades and landmines brought by several embassies, and the African grassland has a good vision, it is impossible to play lurking guerrillas.

Even if it is a sneak attack, killing twenty or thirty people in one wave, the remaining dozens will leave Xing Feng without any escape.

This battle comes from huge differences in numbers and serious restrictions on terrain, which cannot be made up for by relying on personal strength.

Therefore, Xing Feng needed to make a "big toy" and took it away, a magical artifact that he almost caught on to Taoism.

By carefully observing the direction, personnel distribution, etc. of the Red Turban Army in the rear, Xing Feng quickly found and lurked on a route for the Red Turban Army to transport supplies.

This is the corner of a street, and passing vehicles cannot pass through at full speed; you can see two roads at the same time, and the field of view is very wide; there are dense houses on both sides, and the concealment is unquestionable.

Three elements of lurking and sneak attack: suitable for attack, convenient for retreat, and strong concealment.

This location is just right, it's simply impeccable!

The safe retreat route was also formulated as the most comprehensive plan when the battlefield reconnaissance was just underway.

What Xing Feng needs to do now is to maintain enough patience and wait quietly for the big fish to swim over.

Ten minutes passed, several scattered Red Turban Army soldiers passed by, making loud noises in excitement, and their words were full of contempt for the government forces.

But I didn't find the "hunter" who was hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity to go.

The complete set of urban waste camouflage, coupled with the terrain and natural cover of the sky, makes the Xing Feng, who is on the second floor, feel like a ghost blending into the darkness.

Twenty minutes passed, and a pickup truck carrying supplies and more than a dozen Red Turban Army soldiers passed.

It was not the "big fish" that Xing Feng needed, and in order to avoid alerting the enemy, he still did not take action.

More than an hour later!

"Buzz~~"

The roar of the engine came from afar, and as the distance approached, the sound gradually became violent.

"Come?"

Xing Feng thought to himself, adjusting the sniper scope and looking to the right.

A Great Wall pickup truck was rushing in the city streets at a speed of 60 or 70 yards. In the rear carriage, there was a Red Turban Army waving his right hand and shouting excitedly.

The big guy he held in his left hand was the "big toy" that Xing Feng had been waiting for for a long time - the domestic 58 dual anti-aircraft machine gun.

Swish!

Mobilize the sniper scope to view the street on the left, and no targets enter.

Swish!

The muzzle returned to the right and looked to the rear of the pickup truck.

No accompanying vehicles, safe!

If it is a team fighting, this is the responsibility of the deputy sniper, that is, the observer.

If you act alone, you can only rely on yourself!

"Baby, get closer, get closer."

Xing Feng, who completed the observation work, locked the driver's heart with the red dot in the sniper lens, and bent a strange amplitude at the corner of his mouth.

He smiled but smiled, with a hint of playfulness, and was like an experienced old hunter who was about to return home with a full load.

300 meters!

100 meters!

50 meters!

"squeak--"

There was a curve ahead. The Great Wall Pickup braked, locked the rear wheel, tilted the front of the car to the right, and made a sharp noise on the ground.

The driver of this pickup truck was having a lot of fun, and was an experienced veteran driver who confidently threw out the "legendary" drift and wanted to float past the curve.

"Drift? Hehe, I let you float."

Xing Feng smiled slightly, held his breath and focused, the red dots locked the forehead, and a large amount of data appeared wildly, and it was calculated quickly in his mind.

In less than 0.5 seconds, the muzzle was swayed down, the red dot was predicted to be locked, and the neck was tilted to the left.

Open fire!

"Bang"

The gunshot was covered by the harsh sound of wheels, and sniper bullets with a speed of up to 800 meters in seconds instantly crossed space.

"coffee!"

"Sher~"

The bullet penetrated the front windshield, leaving a peanut-sized hole, and then hit the driver's forehead.

"Squeak--bang~"

The pickup truck that lost control floated to halfway around the corner, no subsequent speedup, and crashed sideways into the wooden grocery store on the side of the road.

The wooden boards, canopies, roofs, etc. fell down and buried the two pickup trucks in an instant.

Xing Feng did not move and still aimed at the gun.

With one foot brake and drifting handbrake, the speed of the vehicle is actually less than 40 yards, plus the friction reduction on the ground and the buffering of the wooden house.

Although the Red Turban Army behind the carriage was buried in the fragments of the wooden house, the chance of death or coma was very low. When he went out rashly, he might find it.

Kill him, Xing Feng didn't have much pressure. The problem was that the noise of the AK rifle was much louder than the single shot of the Sabr rifle in his hand.

Furthermore, with the "African" marksmanship that these black men would never let go without finishing the entire magazine.

Once he is shot, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble to retreat later.
Chapter completed!