"Oops!" Sean couldn't help but blurt out. He bought this flashlight at his own expense and spent a lot of money. If it were left here, it would be enough to make him feel distressed for a while.

Fortunately, the worst didn't happen. Sean had already tied the strap around his wrist before he put the flashlight out, but the sudden incident still made him sweat.

"It's so dangerous..." Sean wiped the cold sweat from his head, and then carefully pulled his hand back. The flashlight made some noise on the window frame, and there was some oil smoke.

Seeing him retracting from the window, Jace gave him a questioning look.

But seeing how Sean didn't react at all, Jess already knew what the result would be.

"Not found." As expected, Sean shrugged and gave an answer that didn't surprise him at all.

"Then we...?" Jace also put down his gun. At this time, the poor male host was so scared that he almost peed his pants.

"Hasn't Tom finished searching yet?" Sean jumped down from the table and looked into the room inside.

"Coming, coming." As he was saying this, Tom had already ran out of it. Judging from the empty hands, he must have found nothing.

"Then let's go." Although they found nothing, Sean seemed unconcerned. It was perfectly normal that they didn't find anyone.

When the commander gave the order, he knew almost nothing about the enemy. The only thing he knew was that one of them was injured. It was not even clear whether they were in the building.

What are you looking for? Fighting with the air? Compared to this meaningless search work, Sean would rather stand guard on the street, guarding next to the machine gun, which is relatively safer.

Of course, it is "relatively" safer. After all, machine gunners are also high-risk professions. If these government troops launch a desperate attack, machine gunners will never escape.

According to the patrol team on the other side of the dark alley, a considerable number of these defeated troops were well-trained snipers. When they went to negotiate in the dark alley, they were attacked by snipers and almost all of them were wiped out.

"Sorry to bother you. I hope you can report it in time after discovering the traces of the defeated army. We will reward you." Sean said in a formal manner and exited the room with the two of them.

The male host nodded repeatedly and hurriedly sent away the three plague gods. His calves were trembling now.

The door was closed tightly behind them, and the three people looked at each other.

"You really didn't find it?" Jess glanced at Sean with a somewhat thoughtful look.

"I really didn't find it." Sean shrugged: "But you guessed it right, even if I found it, I won't tell you unless they take action first."

"Ah? Why?" Tom glanced at Sean in confusion.

"If we find out, why don't you fight us first? Wouldn't it be better to sneak out quietly and tell others?" Sean glanced at Tom with disdain.

"Then don't let other people laugh?"

"Is life more important or face?" Sean said disdainfully.

The other two people said no more and continued walking down to join the other teammates.

…

Let’s talk about the man who was so frightened that he almost peed his pants. As soon as the three people went out, they immediately closed the door, then put their ears to the door, listening carefully for the sound, until the sound of the three footsteps completely disappeared, he

He let out a long breath.

But then, he didn't go to rest or open the refrigerator for a cold beer. Instead, he stepped onto the table and opened the window leading to the elevator.

"Everyone's gone?" The moment he poked his head out, a voice suddenly came from the deep darkness below. The voice was refracted several times by the tunnel-like elevator shaft, making it extremely eerie.

The male host couldn't help but shuddered and reluctantly nodded: "They're all gone."

"Tie the things and throw them away." The voice below said again.

The male host quickly jumped off the table, found an exposed pipe, tied a rope to it, and threw the other end of the rope directly through the window.

"alright."

After a rustling sound, the rope suddenly tightened. With the sound of boots stepping on the cement board, the rope tightened closer and closer until a head poked out of the window.

That's right, this person is Long Yue who just hid in a residential building and escaped with his team.

He got through the window fairly quickly with his hands and feet, and kept his feet on the ground... Oh no, behind the table, Long Yue confirmed that there was no other danger, and snapped his fingers out the window. The rope was tightened again. This time it was the M4 that came up.

"Fortunately, this exoskeleton also has the function of optical camouflage, otherwise it would have returned to its original position this time." M4 shook off the non-existent cold sweat and said with lingering fear.

"Thank you to the technical department, they saved another one of us." Long Yue nodded in agreement: "Come and help."

Then the two people worked together, and with the help of the people below, they got the SCAR out again.

But as time passed, the analgesic effect of the injection had disappeared, and the severe pain from her collarbone made her lips turn blue.

After the addition of adrenaline to the body has passed, the pain is no longer something that can be resisted by willpower.

Long Yue gave another injection of pain relief, and SCAR's expression became a little more relaxed, but deep in his eyes, there was a hint of guilt.

The others did not move slowly and climbed up one by one along the rope. Finally, it was George's turn.

Putting him last is not a "special treatment" given to him because he is not a 141 person, but simply because his body is too strong, which makes it very inconvenient to move in such a small space.

If the people behind him are asked to wait for him, some time will be wasted.

He himself felt the same way, so he willingly took the bottom.

In fact, it is because the first person to go out may be ambushed, because who is going to betray him?

"It's my turn..." George saw the figure of AK12 disappearing from the window. After briefly recalling the tight and smooth thighs wrapped in combat uniforms in his mind, George shook his head with regret, grabbed the rope, and started

climb up.

Carrying a light machine gun on his back, plus about a hundred rounds of ammunition, it really wouldn't be much of a burden to him if he were on flat ground, but it's different now. It's in mid-air. If you don't pay attention, you can just rush down and scatter.

Yuna pulled.

It can be seen from the rope that this rope has withstood a weight that it should not bear at this age, and it is straighter than the previous two times...

However, to be able to occupy a place in Blackwater's elite team, George's quality is definitely not bad. Holding the rope in his hand, he stepped on the wall while changing hands, and gradually approached the window.

But at this moment, a soft sound suddenly came from the elevator shaft. George was stunned and clapped his hands.

Before he could react, the sound from the elevator shaft came out again. This time it was no longer a small sound, but a coherent and orderly sound of the motor rotating. Maybe the wheel axle was not oiled, and the sound was slightly

Somewhat noisy.

But this is not the key issue. The key is that the elevator is not going down, the steel cable suddenly tightens, and the elevator slowly starts to move, heading towards the top of the building with the momentum of squeezing George flat.

ps: After checking before posting, I discovered that the most important optical camouflage was not explained!! I almost lost my logic... This incident tells us that checking is a good habit...
Chapter completed!