Chapter 909 - 409: Dramatic Conflict

Chapter 909: Chapter 409: Dramatic Conflict

"What did you say?"

Zhuang Feng was stunned on the spot, thinking he had misheard, and instinctively asked again.

Gu Ji’s answer was still:

"Tell them to put down their guns, quickly!"

"Alright!"

Zhuang Feng really couldn’t understand what he wanted to do, but thinking of the excellent results of his command along the way, he gritted his teeth, charged out from behind the dirt hill with his gun, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Get on the ground! Put down your guns!!"

"Put down your guns immediately, hands up high!"

Meanwhile, Gu Ji grabbed the AK-103 in his hands and rushed out, aiming his gun at the two gray-robed figures on the hillside opposite the road, shouting in English.

Everyone thought that a fierce conflict would break out between the two sides then and there.

They were even ready to open fire in the next second.

But to everyone’s surprise.

The two figures actually did put down their rifles, raised their left hands high, indicating that they weren’t a threat.

This scene left Zhuang Feng dumbfounded.

But he still didn’t let down his guard, continuously shouting in Persian, "I told you to put your guns down! Otherwise, I’ll shoot!"

"Get down!!"

Under the intense warnings from Gu Ji and the others.

The two figures first slowly knelt on one knee, then at an extremely slow pace, displayed their rifle slings, unbuckled them from over their heads, and laid them gently on the ground.

"Zhuang Feng, cover me for a tactical advance!"

"Yes!"

This time, Zhuang Feng answered very straightforwardly.

"Gu Ji, be careful of any tricks!"

Gao Bo wanted to give a warning from behind, but Gu Ji had already started moving down the dirt hill with his gun, approaching the target from both sides with Zhuang Feng.

"Slow down, slow down, hands higher, don’t do anything stupid, at least dozens of guns are aimed at you here!"

While walking, Zhuang Feng continuously exerted pressure on the target.

"Zhuang Feng, prepare for cover."

"Yes!"

Gu Ji shouted a command, leaving Zhuang Feng ten meters behind to cover with his gun, while he himself walked up to the two, kicked away the rifles in front of them, and then searched for handguns on their bodies.

"Hey, we’re from Shalam, no need to be so tense, right?"

Both were Persian men around thirty years old.

One of them took advantage of the moment when Gu Ji took away his handgun and suddenly said this, instantly tightening Zhuang Feng’s nerves.

"Gu Ji! He said they’re from Shalam!"

"Come out!"

Who knew that Gu Ji did not respond to him.

Instead, he lowered his gun, pointing towards the shadow under the vehicle, "Stop hiding!"

"There’s movement under the vehicle!"

Everyone was confused, unable to figure out what trick Gu Ji was playing, when Zhou Yang helped verify it for him.

In an instant, a figure crawled out slowly from under the vehicle.

He was also in a white robe with a pink checkered headscarf, holding an AKS, but from his less than agile movements, it seemed he was wounded in some part.

The man with the pink headscarf stared menacingly at Gu Ji.

Not uttering a single word.

"Put the gun down! Hands up! This is your last chance!"

Faced with Zhuang Feng’s verbal pressure.

The man with the pink headscarf reluctantly clutched the gun in his hand, his veins subtly bulging on his forehead.

Seeing him hesitate to put down the gun.

Zhuang Feng directly raised his gun, his eyes turning blood red in an instant, as if he would really shoot them the next second: "I told you to fucking put the gun down!!"

"Put it down, Hasha."

In that moment of extreme inner struggle in the man with the pink headscarf.

Gu Ji’s sudden sentence in English pierced through him, like a needle causing him to collapse.

"What, what did you say?"

The man with the pink headscarf raised his head, looking incredulously at Gu Ji before him.

Watching him as he slowly removed his own headscarf.

"It’s you?!"

The man with the pink headscarf exclaimed, removing his own headscarf as well.

The revealed face shocked everyone present.

He was actually from the Iranian Security Department, the Hasha who commanded secret police at the security base!!

The other two "extremists" also took off their headscarves.

All were familiar faces.

"How could this be..."

Zhuang Feng was completely stunned. He clearly noticed the change in the gaze of the bearded leader when he saw the license plate, which made him determined that those in the car were definitely Shalam extremists.

"How did you know their identities?"

"Actually, I wasn’t sure at the beginning either."

Gu Ji raised his hand while making a thumbs-up gesture to signal the rear, confirming that the danger was neutralized, and explained his initial doubts.

Then, he pointed to the tire marks on the road.

"You must have noticed the new tire tracks on the sandy road, which made you alert and stop, right?"

Hasha nodded.

He continued to explain:

"Only scouts or intelligence officers have such meticulous observation skills, something ordinary terrorists lack. What made me certain of the answer was when I asked you to warn them to put their guns down."

"You mean real extremists would never surrender?"

Zhuang Feng then realized.

During last night’s village infiltration, Gong Qingyong from the second squad faced a similar situation, but at the time, the extremists’ actions were vastly different from the people before them.

"My God, with such observation and analytical skills, is he even human..."

Behind the hill.

A special police officer from the second team subconsciously smacked his lips.

Forget about them, even their third team was in a state of sheer astonishment.

Gu Ji was certainly not clairvoyant.

All these conclusions and judgments were based on prior system alerts.

Without the system alerting him to the Savama intelligence team’s attack, he wouldn’t have made this connection.