There is an underground passage under the villa. Even before the disaster, this kind of very luxurious villa could only be enjoyed by the rich and powerful. And maybe its previous owner's business was as shady as a warthog. This underground passage can

It leads directly from the study room to the outside, and it is very strong. At least ordinary aerial bombs will be difficult to explode here even if they have accurate coordinates. Moreover, this passage has more than one exit, and can lead to three different exits, each exit

Everything can be transformed into a bunker with a little modification. It can be said to be a very exquisite design. The brown bear and the warthog ran from the living room into the study room, groped around on the bookshelf, and pushed a book in.

The large bookshelf on the front slid open to the right, revealing the entrance inside. The brown bear shook his head, and five people from a team of fifteen bodyguards stood out. Without saying a word, they got into the entrance and opened the way in front. The brown bear led the way.

With the warthog following closely behind, the rest of the bodyguards followed in, leaving only one to guard the door, and also closed the entrance to the passage.

"These bastards!" the warthog said angrily through gritted teeth: "Don't let me know who sent you. Otherwise, I will have to skin this guy."

"You should pay attention to your own life first." The brown bear nervously observed the passages in front and behind: "These people are not simple."

"What do you say?" The warthog couldn't help but look at the brown bear. He knew the brown bear quite well. He came to be the captain of his bodyguard team five or six years ago, and now he has become his close confidant. He is very good at shooting and close combat.

He is very powerful, and his eyes are higher than his head. But the warthog can understand it. At least after fighting with him, the warthog can understand it. The warthog who has been systematically trained in Sanda did not even go through a round and was directly pinned by the brown bear.

On the ground. This is still the mercy of the brown bear. In an assassination, he single-handedly defeated two assassins holding sharp blades. In the end, one of the two assassins had six ribs broken by him, and the other inflicted wounds on him.

After a little bit of damage, he was punched head-on on the bridge of his nose, and his whole face was sunk in. The broken bone almost passed through the brain stem, and the unlucky assassin died like this. At this time, he could say

"Not simple" is already a high praise.

"These people should be professional PMCs, and they are well-equipped." Brown Bear's face was quite solemn: "Maybe you really provoked someone you shouldn't provoke this time."

"Professional?" Warthog was stunned for a moment: "What about the ones we usually come into contact with? Aren't they also from the company?"

"What kind of company is that?" Brown Bear's voice was full of disdain: "Small companies in the seventh and eighth tiers, with less than twenty people in one company and logistics, those PMCs are semi-professional at best. You only need to pay to go to the training base.

, these teams have long been on the streets, and at most they can only catch thieves. But this group of people in front of us is different."

"It's different? Is there any? I think their level is about the same as those before, right?" The warthog unconsciously touched the scar on his face, which was a gift left to him by an assassin who rushed in front of him.

: "They also dispersed the escort team."

The brown bear shook his head: "That's different. Have you forgotten how many people were left when these security guards were dispersed last time?"

"Total... less than one-fifth." Warthog recalled with difficulty. That experience made him remember it very deeply.

"If it exceeds 50%, most of the army will be defeated, not to mention your third-rate escort. Although those killers have excellent personal qualities and can defeat the bodyguards, they are just a group of reckless men after all. You

Do you know how many people died when your escort team collapsed this time?"

"half?"

"Less than twenty-five."

"So much?" the warthog asked in surprise. Less than twenty-five was less than a small team, that is to say, less than a quarter.

"That's it. The third and fourth teams didn't come out at all. I can't contact them at all now." The Brown Bear dialed the phone again, but there was still a busy signal. The deputy team leading the two teams had already pretended

The dead arose.

"Damn it." Warthog cursed fiercely: "All the money was given to dead people."

"Scared." The brown bear said calmly: "They are professionals. Only professionals know how to exploit their fear. At least this sniper is definitely a professional."

"Really..." The warthog didn't say much, but he already believed the brown bear's words eight or nine times. After all, he was considered a professional in this field.

The brown bear opened his mouth and was about to say something, but suddenly an ominous premonition flashed through his heart. Before he could think about it, he waved his arm to stop the warthog and other bodyguards behind him. He was about to speak to remind the five people in front of him that from the passage

There was a gust of wind coming from the end.

"Hide!" The brown bear pulled the warthog aside, and the bodyguards behind him also hid and hid. The intensive wind sound lasted for more than ten seconds. When the wind stopped, the five people in front

The bodyguard fell straight to the ground. The front of his body was covered with bullet holes, and he had been shot into a sieve.

"Warthog!" A somewhat distorted voice came from the dark alley: "I know you are in there, come out on your own, and I guarantee that you will not die."

"Fart!" the warthog couldn't help but yelled: "Why are you fooling ghosts with lines from a third-rate TV series? You don't want to kill me, so you killed so many of my men?"

In the darkness of the alley, the person hiding in the dark couldn't help but pat his forehead.

"Oh, God." The person in the dark place put down the loudspeaker in his hand. The person hiding in the dark place was Long Yue. Behind him, SCAR and M4 were also hiding aside, and the five were beaten into a sieve.

The person is the masterpiece of the three of them. This part of the task was completed quite well, but I didn't expect the warthog to be so sensitive to this matter.

"This is the first time, I always get criticized and I still don't change." M4 snickered.

"Go away, this is business." Long Yue rolled his eyes at M4. They all used the latest model of infrared light-sensitive night vision devices, and even the subtle expressions on their faces could be seen clearly.

"I'm serious. If we wanted to kill you, would you survive until now?" Long Yue said loudly, but this time he forgot to turn on the loudspeaker, so the sound was a little clearer than before.

The warthog was stunned. Indeed, for point-50 anti-equipment, the role of bulletproof glass plates has always been dispensable. The steward who was sniped to death in the reception room is evidence of this, but the sniper never took action.

, it was indeed a bit weird. He looked at the brown bear, who nodded slowly twice, confirming his idea.

"Don't do that! I don't know what you are thinking. If you want my head, come and get it yourself." The warthog became anxious, and his temperament of hob meat came out, and he crawled from the bottom

He started his career as a gangster and became a big boss. Although he tries his best to maintain his normal temperament, he can also be a little out of control in times of crisis.

"What the fuck..." Long Yue was helpless. There really wasn't any good way to deal with this kind of scoundrel, and when it came to interrogation, he knew some good ways to make people talk, but really

When it came to persuading people to surrender, he no longer had the majesty of Prime Minister Zhuge. The swear words were also very clear. He waved his hand behind, SCAR and M4 nodded, and controlled the lane from left to right.

But just this short curse word was like a thunder in the brown bear's ears. His pupils shrank rapidly, and his eyes looking towards the alleyway changed from nervousness to surprise. The hand that usually held the gun without a trace of trembling could not maintain it today.
Chapter completed!