Chapter 249: Seeing Through The Medic’s Scheme
The biggest difference between the Medic and Chang Ning is that this person is really too good at camouflage. He always likes to disguise himself as a harmless, innocent appearance, hiding his proud soul deep inside.
Everyone says that when it comes to camouflage technique, the most badass person in the Lone Wolf Commando Unit is Chang Ning.
In response, Chang Ning waves his hand, then turns his head to look at the Medic not far away, who is laughing and cursing with the Ostrich.
People only realize their own insignificance when they see a truly majestic mountain.
Similarly, only after Chang Ning witnessed a true camouflage master did he realize that his own skills were just beginner level in the eyes of experts.
After understanding these principles, when Chang Ning faced those unaware comrades again, he would always change his usual demeanor and become exceptionally humble.
The Blue Team soldier now slowly approaching the Medic with handcuffs is yet another deceived “poor soul,” especially since he even lowered his gun muzzle when approaching the Medic.
Noticing this, the smile in the Medic’s eyes became even more obvious, but paired with his fawning, submissive expression, it didn’t seem out of place; instead, they complemented each other perfectly.
This is exactly the aspect of camouflage where Chang Ning admits he is inferior to the Medic. Excellent camouflagers can always maximize their advantages in different environments.
Without a doubt, the Medic is just such a person.
If Chang Ning’s weapons are his strong physique and precise marksmanship, then the Medic’s most unpredictable weapon to outsiders is his smile—that smile which even Chang Ning finds utterly stupid.
But it must be said that people always lower their guard a bit against a smile.
On this point, Chang Ning feels inferior; he can’t greet people with a smile, especially a stranger with no prior connection.
“Hands!”
The Blue Team soldier holding the handcuffs had impatience all over his face. Perhaps getting close and seeing the Medic’s smile annoyed him, or maybe recalling the hardship of crawling through the forest to capture these Red Team members made him unhappy at the sight of the opponent’s smile.
Regardless of the reason, this Blue Team soldier in front of the Medic was in a bad mood now.
When in a bad mood, there needs to be something to vent on; holding it in is bad for the body.
So the Medic was now in a bit of danger.
But seeing him still with that previous jovial, amiable demeanor, it was clear he didn’t care at all about this Blue Team soldier’s mood, or even show the slightest worry about the possible encounter ahead.
As long as he got close, none of the surrounding Blue Team soldiers were his match.
“Forget it, I’m just a clerical staff. With four or five of you watching me, how could I run?”
The Medic squatted on the ground, showing no intention at all of extending his hands to cooperate.
“Cut the crap, hurry up!”
It seemed the Blue Team soldier in front of him was someone who could hold his temper; if it were someone else, they probably would have made a move already.
Already a captive—where does he get off being picky here? Not slapping him twice would be considered good-tempered.
For example, the one in front of the Medic was cursing verbally with a very aggressive tone, but he didn’t make a move, showing he had some restraint.
“Alright, alright.”
The Medic didn’t continue to provoke him; if he went too far and really pissed off the other side, getting shot outright wouldn’t be worth it.
Seeing the Medic’s cooperation, the Blue Team soldier relaxed his vigilance a bit. He tightly locked the Medic’s hands with the handcuffs, then signaled the other soldiers to continue monitoring the Medic.
Facing the situation of being restrained by handcuffs, the Medic gave a faint smile, seemingly unconcerned about his predicament. He knew that rather than struggling and resisting now, it was better to bide his time and wait for the right moment.
However, some people didn’t want to leave the Medic as a variable, and that person was Xi Wa.
As a comrade who had undergone Wolf Fang selection training together, Xi Wa believed he still understood Shi Dafan somewhat.
This guy might look all smiles and harmless, but anyone who believes that is in for trouble!
Besides, capturing Shi Dafan was of no use to them; getting intelligence from his mouth was nothing short of a pipe dream.
So, better to just kill him—it’s more straightforward, at least without constantly worrying about this guy causing trouble.
From the expressions of the Blue Team soldiers around him, the Medic saw that everyone had relaxed their vigilance toward him, and his smile became even brighter.
The more relaxed they were, the less resistance he’d face during a sneak attack, which made it hard for the Medic not to be happy.
Suddenly!
A gunshot rang out from the forest, stunning everyone.
Especially the Blue Team members who came with Xi Wa—they couldn’t understand why the Red Team Medic in front of them, who had clearly surrendered, still got shot by the Squad Deputy.
Whether in the Red Team or Blue Team, there had never been a case of killing prisoners.
If asked who on site was the most baffled, it had to be Shi Dafan.
Even his previous smile was still frozen on his face, not having time to change to an expression suitable for the current situation.
One can imagine how surprised the Medic was now.
He hadn’t expected someone to predict his behavior; the plan had been just a tiny bit from successful execution.
Sometimes, being just a little short results in vastly different outcomes.
The ancestors summed it up concisely: A miss by a hair’s breadth means a miss by a thousand miles.
Xi Wa walked up to the Medic, wearing his signature silly grin: “Medic, sorry about that.”
“Eh, no big deal. There’s always tomorrow.”
The Medic quickly adjusted his emotions, looking meaningfully at this old comrade in front of him.
This time he admitted defeat; as long as Xi Wa was still in the military unit, there would be plenty of opportunities later to settle this score.
Xi Wa didn’t respond to the Medic, waved his hand, and took the people to escort the Medic toward the temporary command post set up by the Reconnaissance Company.
He didn’t know how many people Wolf Fang had sent to infiltrate; what worried Xi Wa most now was that Chang Ning and Xiao Zhuang hadn’t been caught.
These two were too familiar with Night Tiger, and compared to others, their destructive power would be greater.
Even if he heard now that those two had already broken out of the encirclement, Xi Wa wouldn’t be too surprised.
He couldn’t vouch for Xiao Zhuang, but Chang Ning would definitely escape; Xi Wa firmly believed this.
“Squad Deputy, you’re just going to kill this guy like that?”
A Blue Team soldier was concerned about Xi Wa’s action; killing a prisoner without cause seriously violated discipline.
The others looked at the new recruit with unnecessary worry, holding back laughter in their eyes; obviously, this “little matter” wasn’t enough to make them worry about Xi Wa’s situation.
“This Red Team member you’re escorting was a comrade who went through Wolf Fang selection with me; among the comrades at that time, he’s the slyest.
Even the Instructor fell for him once. You tell me, do I dare keep a guy like that alive?
Bringing him back alive, he wouldn’t reveal a scrap of intelligence to us.
Since he’s of no use, why worry about whether he lives or dies?”
