"Who?" the three people asked almost at the same time, which shocked M4.

"The one last night, the one in the trench coat." M4 replied.

The three people in the basement looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

"They came to the door so soon? It seems they are in a hurry." Long Yue scratched his chin, looking thoughtful.

From an economic point of view, in a buyer's market and a seller's market, the price changes will be quite large. Originally, Long Yue thought that they might get a lot of money this time, but looking at the anxious look on the other side, Long Yue

On the contrary, I feel more at ease.

Now that the initiative is on their side, things will be much simpler.

"How many people did he bring?" Long Yue asked with his left hand on the earphone.

"Both of them are holding Uzi submachine guns." M4 replied. In the case of indoor close combat, the Uzi's terrifying rate of fire is definitely a dominant level of firepower.

"Let 79 hide, and M99 go to the roof. You open the door first, and I will go up immediately." Long Yue thought for a moment and gave the order.

"clear."

…

"Go up later. SCAR, you hide for a while. AK12 and I will go and suppress these bastards." Long Yue pointed upward and shuttled among the ammunition boxes.

"Understood." SCAR nodded. Long Yue planned to make two preparations. They were leading two people on the surface, but they were hiding two people secretly. As long as they dared to take action, they would be shot immediately.

M99 was not good at fighting indoors, so she had to leave first and go outside to keep an eye on other people's movements.

Originally the ruthless AK12 might be better at this job, but because the person knew her and refused to let her come forward, his intentions were exposed, so he had to give up.

"What if we can't reach an agreement?" SCAR looked at Long Yue, who was loading bullets into an M1911 magazine.

"Well, then we can't agree, let's go back to our respective homes." Long Yue shrugged, and seven bullets were pressed into the magazine. Long Yue picked up the collector's pistol, removed the magazine inside, and checked

The firing mechanism clicked and the magazine was loaded.

"Of course, if they feel uncomfortable, you will understand." Long Yue gently pulled the sleeve, and a .45ACP bullet was pushed into the chamber.

"Be sure not to let anyone get away."

…

Long Yue walked back to the first floor along the steps. His HK416 was hung on his shoulder, and an FN57 pistol was hung on his waist. This time there was an extra quick release on his waist, with a hammer on it that was not cocked.

The M1911.

Walking into the living room, the man from last night was sitting on the drooping sofa. He had white skin and brown hair, and the scar on his face was still very conspicuous. He was still wearing the windbreaker, covering his waist.

He was unarmed. There were heavy bags under his eyes. It could be seen that he probably didn't sleep well last night.

There were two people standing behind him, one on the left and one on the right. His guardians on the left and right were serious in speech, and the Uzi submachine guns in their hands were unloaded. From this tiny detail, it can be seen that this person is not looking for trouble.

However, this did not make the people of 141 any easier. After all, they were two guns, not two fire sticks. There were three people present, M4, FAL and George. 79 had disappeared and must have been hiding.

The three people present all held guns, but George did not hold his light machine gun, but held a pistol in his hand, Beretta 92s, a classic style pistol. The three people's attention was focused on three

When dealing with uninvited guests, you can ensure that you kill them directly at the first sign of movement.

"Hello, what's your name?" Long Yue nodded and smiled at the man, and sat on the main seat. AK12 stood behind him, holding a rifle in his hand, and casually looked at the three people in front of him.

But her two glances made the three people opposite her feel uncomfortable. It can be seen that the reputation of "Valkyrie" is not the slightest in the red zone and the yellow zone.

After a moment of silence, their boss came to his senses first and managed to calm down.

"Hello, I'm a gun seller in this dark alley, just call me 'Slug'." The man in a trench coat said.

The corners of Long Yue's mouth twitched faintly. Many people in Xicheng District didn't know how to give nicknames, and neither did the last arms dealer who was called Warthog or something.

"So... Warhead? Are you here to discuss business?" Long Yue grabbed the cigarette case on the table and threw it to Warhead opposite: "Then you may be disappointed, I don't really need it here.

arms."

"Well... I'm really here to discuss business." Long Yue ended the conversation straight to the point, which made him a little embarrassed, but he had to say it, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

"As far as I know, Valkyrie should be serving in Team 141 of Alpha Company, and the captain is Long Yue, right?" Warhead began to dominate the conversation, trying to seize the right to speak.

"That's right." Long Yue nodded: "I am Long Yue."

"As a PMC team, the war has been so urgent recently, and you haven't been on a mission for a long time, right?" Warhead forced out a smile. Several people were not surprised. It is not a secret to declare war on the rebels. It is now repeatedly broadcast on the Internet and TV.

Results.

If this incident in Xicheng District can be considered a "result".

"You are joking." Long Yue said casually: "We have been performing tasks."

Warnhead's expression changed slightly, and he realized that Long Yue was trying to manipulate him, because he was acting too good. If the deal didn't work out, he would have to repay it. If it did, he would have to deal with it severely.

But he didn't have a choice. He had also heard of the name 141. With such a large number of warthog escorts, they felt like they were in an uninhabited land and snatched the warthog out of Xicheng District. This was terrible.

It's not something that an ordinary team can do.

In front of them, people from the 'New Order' were already swarming up to their faces. Without their help, the dark alley might not be able to survive for long. Ever since they shot and killed a group of soldiers who wanted to come in for a search, they had no way out.

"We can join forces." Warhead simply got straight to the point: "You fought the rebels fiercely, and now we have enmity with the rebels. We can join forces. As long as you guard the dark alley, your safe house will be absolutely safe.

.”

Long Yue raised his eyebrows. The word "joint forces" was very insightful. He left half of his words. If the barricade in the black alley was breached, it would be a matter of time for the rebels to find the safe house. Not only would they have to give up here.

Supplies have to be driven out again.

And if they join forces, although Long Yue and the others can use their weapons and ammunition, they will also have to help them resist the rebels, and there is a bigger problem: no money...

"But you killed a lot of government troops," Long Yue said with a more serious face: "I think we are the enemy, maybe a little bigger."

Warhead's expression stiffened for a moment, and he thought of the unrecognizable PMCs outside the barricade that were shot. He had never been a PMC, but he knew the truth that colleagues were enemies, and he was betting that PMCs were not in harmony with each other.

However, Long Yue's reaction now made him a little unsure whether Long Yue was trying to manipulate him or whether he wanted his life.
Chapter completed!