In the dim room, the air seemed to have a tense and solemn atmosphere.

The ferocious man was burly and his muscles were as tight as steel. On his face, his fleshy face was full of fierce and cold light, staring at Pavel in front of him. Suddenly, he swung his thick arm and hit Pavel hard. With the dull impact, Pavel's body flew back like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground, making a moan of pain.

"You are lucky, at least the Americans are decent enough to rebuild shopping malls and fast food restaurants on the ruins after bombing the enemy."

The vicious man let out a creepy laugh, full of ridicule and disdain, as if the echo from hell, echoing in this small space.

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved frankly and without any hesitation, and took out his pistol directly. The black muzzle pointed at Pavel's head. With a "bang", the bullet instantly penetrated Pavel's head, and blood and brain matter splattered out. Pavel's body twitched a few times, and then there was no movement. Then, he turned the muzzle to the two people next to Pavel, and pulled the trigger without mercy. Two "bang" sounds, the two of them fell to the ground, and the blood quickly spread on the ground, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if a thick layer of haze, which made people suffocate.

Long Zhan, Ston Butch and others next to him were shocked by the man's crazy behavior. Long Zhan was tall and upright, with deep and sharp eyes. At this moment, his eyes were full of shock, but more of a calm scrutiny, as if thinking about the deep meaning hidden behind all this. Ston Butch frowned slightly, his face full of doubts and confusion. He was so cruel to his compatriots, and the man's cruelty was beyond imagination. However, they did not stop it, as if all this was within their expectations, and it seemed that there was some indescribable tacit understanding that made them choose to remain silent.

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On the streets of the Philippines, the hot sun shines on the ground without any obstruction, and the whole city seems to be put into a huge steamer, which is so hot that it makes people breathless.

A black off-road vehicle was galloping on the street, raising a cloud of dust.

There are two men and one woman who have no jobs.

The long-haired woman sat in the passenger seat, her eyes focused and firm, staring at the military confidential computer in front of her, and her hands quickly tapped on the keyboard, making a crisp sound.

"The satellite orbit information was obtained."

Her voice was calm and steady, breaking the brief silence in the car.

"How is the situation?" asked Ston Butch, who was in charge of driving, his eyes still staring at the road ahead, holding the steering wheel with both hands.

"It deviates from the track and is very fast. It is about to land ten kilometers away from Malawi. In a civilian area called Sanshangwa, which is the base camp of the Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant. It is basically about falling in the middle of the battlefield." The long-haired woman said, while quickly switching various data and images on her computer, and her face became more and more serious.

The camera slowly turned to the earth's atmosphere. The satellite was passing through the atmosphere at an extremely fast speed and rubbing violently with the air. A raging flame ignited outside, like a meteor dragging a long fire tail, falling rapidly towards the ground. Looking up from the ground in the Shengshangwa area, the scene of the satellite's fall was extremely spectacular. The bright flames drew a beautiful and dangerous arc in the sky, causing a group of militants below to scream excitedly. They held their guns, their faces filled with fanatic expressions, and then quickly got into the car and rushed to the fall point as quickly as possible. The roar of the engine echoed in the air, as if a group of hungry beasts were chasing their prey.

Soon, the group of militants rode two dilapidated vehicles to the place where the satellite fell. As the satellite had disintegrated in the air, it turned into countless pieces of debris of large and small sizes. The small ones had burned out in the air, and the rest had hit the ground. I saw that dozens of pits of different sizes had been smashed by these debris. The pits were still burning with flames and rolling smoke, as if a battlefield was baptized by the fire of war.

The militants who got out of the car couldn't wait to run to the pits that were smashed to look for them. They kept croaking and talking about various Filipino dialects that were incomprehensible, and their voices were full of eagerness and greed. More than a dozen people scattered, and the search speed was quite fast. Soon they found something they needed in a large pit. The two militants immediately jumped down excitedly, pulled out all kinds of debris covered with their hands, and a box that had turned black was gradually exposed.

It was a long box with a length of about half a meter and a width of only twenty or thirty centimeters, which looked very strong. A militant bent down and carefully wiped off the dust and ashes outside the box with his hands. After careful confirmation, his face suddenly showed an ecstatic smile, as if he had found the most precious treasure in the world. He quickly picked up the thing and jumped onto a pickup truck next to him that was rusty so that it could not see its original color, and it was covered in dust, as if it had not been washed in decades. With the roar of the engine, the pickup truck ran along the dirt road and soon came to the town.

At this time, Long Zhan, Ston Butch and others had already arrived at this place. The pickup truck was immediately discovered as soon as it entered the town.

"Team B, satellite images confirmed that a package was taken away at the fall site and brought to the Islamic State safe house in Iraq and the Levant." The long-haired woman quickly reported this important information to Team B through the tracking screen of the satellite on the computer screen.

Everyone in Team B was on standby nearby. After receiving the news, they immediately took action. The team members quickly checked their weapons and equipment, and the guns were skillfully assembled and debugged in their hands. The ammunition was pressed into the magazine one by one. Everyone's face was full of perseverance and decisiveness. As long as there was a specific location confirmation, they could immediately take action and take back what they wanted.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The vehicle entering the San Shangwa is 2 kilometers away from you." The long-haired woman's voice came again through the radio. However, before she finished speaking, Group B could not wait to start the action. The team members quickly jumped onto the vehicle that had been prepared, the engine roared, and the wheels rubbed on the ground and quickly ran towards the target.

When the target was only a few hundred meters away, the vehicle stopped slowly, and the team members chose to get off the car and hike. They carefully followed the edge of the street, and quietly touched them along the edge of the street with the help of various bunkers, such as houses, garbage cans, telephone poles, etc. At this time, Kurakin's car also arrived at this place. Kurakin was tall, with a thick beard on his face, and his eyes were filled with a coldness and majesty. As soon as he got out of the car, a group of militants immediately surrounded him and led him to a dilapidated house.

"I saw Kurakin and there were many local enemy troops." The long-haired woman still passed on satellite surveillance and transferred real-time information to Team B.

"You must get the package before Kurakin. There are multiple enemies nearby, be careful." Team B's boss's order came clearly through the radio, with unquestionable firmness in his voice.

"Received." Ston Butch replied on radio, then turned to Long Zhan and joked: "It's been a long time since this happened. It's really nostalgic to fight side by side." A faint smile appeared on his face, as if he recalled the passionate years of fighting side by side.

"Then let's do it." Long Zhan raised his lips, shrugged his shoulders, his face full of confidence. An excitement flashed in his eyes, and he was full of expectations and fighting spirit for the upcoming battle.

"It's so happy to be able to fight with you two." The short-haired woman behind them was a little excited, her hands tightly holding the weapons in her hands, ready to go into the battle at any time.

"You are too happy too early." Long Zhan's words made the short-haired woman speech for a moment. She was stunned for a moment, with a hint of embarrassment on her face. Ston Butch couldn't help laughing, and the atmosphere seemed to have become a little relaxed at this moment.

However, they did not say anything more. The three of them quickly adjusted their state, walked out of the ragged and narrow alley with guns in their hands, and walked out of the ragged and narrow alley in the direction of their destination. Not long after they walked out, they saw a group of people, dressed in tatters, holding guns in their hands, with fierceness and vigilance in their eyes. From their outfits and manners, Long Zhan, Ston Butch and others immediately judged their identities - militants.

The three of them waited for a while, hid at the corner, and then walked out carefully after the group of militants had passed. They continued to move forward, their steps light and cautious, trying not to make any noise. Soon, they arrived near their destination. The short-haired woman was responsible for touching the window to check the situation inside the house, while Long Zhan and Ston Butch were responsible for the alert.

The short-haired woman hugged her waist and slowly approached the window. Her movements were quick and light, like a lurking cheetah. She came to the window carefully, poked her head slightly, looked inside through the gap in the window, and then quickly conveyed the message to Long Zhan and the others with gestures - there were four people inside. Long Zhan made an OK gesture, and after confirming that he received it, the three of them immediately started to act.

They walked around the window towards the back door, carefully along the way, avoiding all kinds of things that might make noises. Soon, they arrived at the back door of the house. There was a militant sitting at the table eating slowly without realizing that danger had quietly arrived. His attention was completely focused on the food in front of him, and his mouth was chewing with satisfaction from time to time.

The short-haired woman was still as fierce as ever. She took the lead and walked in front and quietly touched the militants behind the militants. Her eyes were firm and decisive. Suddenly, she reached out to grab the militants' hair, and at the same time, she quickly waved her other hand and slashed her hand hard on his Adam's apple. The blow was full of power, and it directly cut the militants into speechlessness. His eyes were wide open, and his face was filled with horror and pain. Then, the short-haired woman had another standard two-combo strike. She grabbed the militants' head with both hands and twisted it hard. With a "click", the militants' neck was twisted, and his body fell softly to the ground, turning into a cold corpse.

After the short-haired woman finished dealing with the body, Long Zhan and Ston Butch kept walking, quickly surpassing the short-haired woman from the side and continued to go deeper inside. There were two militants next to the door, one on the left and one on the right, sitting by the door chatting. They were chatting vigorously, and they did not notice that a companion had been killed in the back room outside, nor did they notice that two fierce men were approaching them quietly.

Long Zhan and Ston Butch were in a tacit understanding. They quickly approached the two militants like ghosts. Their movements were light and rapid, without making a sound. After getting close to a sufficient distance, the two attacked at the same time, pinched the militants' necks from behind, twisted them hard, and only two slight "clicks" sounds were heard. The two militants' necks were instantly twisted, and their bodies were still in a chat posture, and they lost their breath. The whole process was silent, causing no movement, as if nothing had happened.

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In the command van with all the windows covered, the atmosphere was also tense and depressing. A woman with braids frowned and said to the boss with an unhappy face: "I should participate in the recycling team." Her voice was filled with dissatisfaction and complaints, and her eyes revealed the eagerness to participate in the action.

"If the things taken from the satellite are important to the Russians, so they don't want to tell us that I would rather my team get them than let the Russian colonel watch them." The boss sitting next to him said in an unrefutable tone. His eyes were firm and deep, staring at the various surveillance screens in front of him, as if thinking about every detail of the entire operation.

"Okay, okay." The woman with braided frowned and said unhappily: "Because I am only Russian to you, you said that." There was a hint of grievance and helplessness in her voice, and her body leaned back slightly on the back of the chair, revealing a hint of loss in her eyes.
Chapter completed!