After killing the last person, Jack put down Remington. The breath in his heart was relieved, and the severe pain he had been holding back made his body stoop.

Looking at the wound on the lower abdomen, the gauze turned red again. The action just now caused the wound to burst again.

Jack staggered closer and bent down to check the body. The IDs in his wallet showed that these people were the same as those he met in the hotel before, and they were all FSB.

There was a faint sound of police sirens outside the window. Jack took out a backpack and started rummaging around.

Weapons, food, and medicine were stuffed into the backpack one by one...

……

Ten minutes later, a team of policemen carefully climbed to the third floor.

Avoid the corpse at the door, find the electric switch, and press the switch.

The moment the lights came on, the police could hardly believe their eyes.

Too miserable...

Eight burly men in black suits were lying in different places in the room, with blood spraying everywhere.

The house was in a mess, and there were bullet casings everywhere on the ground. It was obvious that there had been a war here.

"Everyone, survey the site, Andre, notify the forensics department..."

Sheriff Maslenki frowned. If there was such a big fuss in the Russian capital, this case would probably be handed over.

After some inspection, a police officer came over and shared his findings.

"There were a total of nine corpses at the scene, all of which were killed by a shotgun. Moreover, we found a large amount of blood-stained gauze and a removed bullet at the scene. Also, we did not find the shotgun..."<

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Everyone present knows what my colleague means.

The subtext is that these nine people were all killed by one person, and this person had been injured before. The most speechless thing is that that person won the battle in the end and left.

1VS9, still in a closed space, still injured.

Everyone took a breath.

Reality is not a movie, and there are no invulnerable superheroes.

As long as you are human, you will die if you are shot, and you will bleed if you are injured.

But in their opinion, the one who left seemed to be a superhero, a superhero with a shotgun.

"Head, we found a secret room, you'd better come and take a look..."

Everyone is still in shock, and the detectives under his command have made new discoveries.

Maslenki followed his men to the secret room, which was located behind a row of bookcases. The entrance was after moving the bookcases.

It's like a weapons arsenal inside.

Four MP5s and an M200 sniper rifle are hung on the wall. In the cabinet below are several pistols of different models and more than a dozen magazines.

In the cabinet next to it are fragmentation grenades, flash bombs and smoke bombs. In the cabinet next to it are different styles of wigs, beards, and even some blank passport templates...

This is definitely a stronghold of foreign intelligence forces in Moscow.

In an instant, Maslenki made a judgment.

The weapons are okay, but those wigs, beards and fake passports are not something ordinary criminals can use.

"Notify FSB..."

The Sheriff ordered his men.

"Head, there is a new discovery here..."

After receiving another report from his subordinates, Maslenki was already a little numb.

Follow your men over, it's a small gadget on the coffee table.

The gadget is very small, only the size of a date stone. It is an electronic device with a red dot flashing constantly.

"What is this?"

Seeing this strange gadget, Maslenki couldn't help but ask.

"CIA micro locator, 264 improved type, 17 mm in length, 29 grams in weight, can work continuously for three months..."

A voice sounded behind Maslenki.

Looking back, I don’t know when there were a few more people behind me. The person who answered me was the middle-aged man at the head.

"I am Oleg Orlov from the FSB Counterintelligence Service."

Malensky looked at the other party's ID and returned it to the other party. He was no stranger to the FSB, but he didn't expect them to come so quickly.

"Okay, Mr. Sheriff, please let your people withdraw. We will take over this place now. In addition, please tell your people that what happened here today is strictly prohibited from being disclosed to anyone, otherwise they may only disappear for a while.

Already..."

Olof's tone is calm, but no one doubts his ability to do what he says.

During the Soviet period, the KGB had powers independent of the constitution, and the current FSB is the extension of the KGB in Russia.

If possible, no one wants to be associated with them.

Malensky left with his people to help maintain order, and all the people in the room were replaced by FSB people.

Without Orlov's orders, the FSB people have their own set of procedures, including cleaning fingerprints, surveying the scene, and interrogating nearby neighbors...

Orlov wandered around the house alone. His footprints were left everywhere on the surgical instruments on the table, in the room where the battle took place, and in the secret room where he was found.

Half an hour later, the FSB left the scene, all the bodies and weapons at the scene were taken away, and Room 303 was sealed.

Downstairs, Orlov got into his car and started the car. Orlov took out his phone and dialed a number: "Help me check the latent list sent back by 'Cicada' to see if there are any recent changes..."

”

The FSB convoy gradually disappeared at the intersection, and in the shadows across the street, Nikki took out her phone and called the command center.

In the "Stumbling Block" office area, Conklin put out his cigarette butts with red eyes. "Woodpecker" lost contact. Nikki who went to check had no news yet. The incident seemed to be on the verge of getting out of control. Conklin didn't like this feeling.

Just when everyone was almost out of breath due to this depressing atmosphere, the phone suddenly rang.

Danny Zorn glanced at his boss, saw the other person nodded, and quickly pressed the power button, and a female voice came from inside: "I am Nikki Stiles."

Of course, Danny knew who Nikki was. She was Stumbling Block's liaison in Moscow and was responsible for providing logistical support for operations in the Moscow area, but the proper procedures had to be followed.

"Identity password."

"Everest."

The password is correct.

Danny nodded at Conklin. If Nikki was under duress at this time, her password would no longer be "Everest" but "lipstick".

After his identity was verified, Conklin answered the phone: "Nikki, what's going on at the scene?"

At this time, he also realized that something must have happened at the scene, otherwise the "Falcon" would not have delayed contacting the headquarters, and the liaison officer would not have taken the initiative to contact the headquarters.

"I don't know the specific situation, but I saw the police and the FSB near the safe house..."

FSB!!!

Conklin finally knew what was wrong with what Jack said.

Things still went in the direction he least expected.

The involvement of the FSB will make things much more complicated.

"Where's the Woodpecker?" At this time, Conklin was more concerned about whether the 'Woodpecker' had fallen into the hands of the Russians.

"I don't know. I couldn't confirm it. But they carried out a lot of corpses. I'm not sure whether the Woodpecker is dead or captured."

After hanging up the phone, Conklin angrily smashed the paper cup against the window.

The office area was silent, no one wanted to get into Conklin's troubles at this time.

"When will the Pope arrive?"

Danny Zorn looked at his watch: "The flight will land in fifteen minutes."
Chapter completed!