As soon as Xu Chuan got into the vent, two armed personnel broke open the office door. Xu Chuan let out a long sigh and leaned against the thick pipe wall and dared not move.

The two looked around the house, took a few small items that looked valuable and put them in their pockets and then stepped out. Xu Chuan shook his head and took out the things he had just picked up from his pocket. Looking at the familiar shape, Xu Chuan smiled silently. This was a tea knife, which was only sixteen centimeters long, and the leather knife cover, the blade body and the handle were formed into one. The blade was feather-like pattern. This was the one that Xu Chuan knew that Deng Mei liked to drink Pu'er two years ago, so he made it for her by herself. Unexpectedly, she kept using it.

Xu Chuan lay in the ventilation duct and prayed silently, "I hope your structure is the same as on the drawings, without cutting corners." The entire ventilation system is designed very spaciously. Unlike other areas, it is located in a desert and has strong light. If there is no strong air conditioning system, staying in a house full of glass is no different from suicide. Therefore, the ventilation ducts here are made of large and wide and are made of cement. Although people still can't stand up, they should be careful when crawling inside and there is really no movement outside.

Now the entire building is controlled by the anti-government armed forces, and it seems that these people are divided into several factions. Some people wear government uniforms and use standard M16 rifles. Some people wear unified black combat uniforms, tactical vests and masks, and equipped HK company G3A4 and G36C. Most of them wear different clothes and use various AKs. It is obvious that the group of people in the black combat uniforms are the most well-trained among the armed personnel. They immediately controlled the surveillance, closed the elevator, and concentrated everyone in the first floor lobby, while other armed personnel were still running around, searching for fish that were missing while plundering various valuable things.

"Berkhoff, have they not caught William Bosen yet?" Xu Chuan was lying in a vent and asked in a low voice. From here, you can see the door of the office building through the floor-to-ceiling window below. The searches on each floor gradually came to an end. Most of the armed personnel were scattered outside the office building. Some European and Americans were taken to cars, and they seemed to be preparing to be hostages.

"Bell, now there is a little trouble. William Bosson's signal has disappeared, and it seems that the surveillance equipment was destroyed when the terrorists entered the surveillance room. I can't see anything now, be careful."

"Okay, I understand," Xu Chuan answered depressedly.

"The group of idiots", Xu Chuan cursed in his heart. After more than ten minutes, no one came up in the fourth-floor office area, only one armed person was left to guard the stairs.

Xu Chuan gently opened the style grille. In order not to make a sound, he even drooled on the connecting shaft, "Slow down, slower." Xu Chuan muttered secretly, slowly putting the grille plate in place, first quickly poking his head out, then gently flipping it out from inside.

He landed steadily without making any sound. He hid in an office next to him. Xu Chuan looked around, picked up a ballpoint pen on the table and walked to the door and threw it out hard. The ballpoint pen hit the hanging grille board heavily, and a crisp sound rang out throughout the quiet floor. If he couldn't hear it, he would definitely be a deaf person.

The heavy footsteps sounded, and the left-behind armed man was attracted by the sound. Turning around the corner, the man was attracted by the shaking grille board. He quickly picked up the AKMS in his hand, aimed the muzzle at the vent, walked down and looked inside, letting out the rifle's grip with his right hand, trying to take out the intercom at the waist, and hiding in the shadow of the office behind him, Xu Chuan, who was hiding in the shadow of the office behind, was waiting for this opportunity. He was like a hungry wolf pounced out, covering the other person's mouth with his left hand, and stabbed the tea knife in his right hand hard towards the right side of his neck, and then stirred up and down to ensure that the trachea and arteries were cut off.

Xu Chuan felt his body slowly softening, and warm blood flowed from the other person's mouth and nose to his hands. However, even so, he did not let go of the other person. He just slowly put the person on the ground, looked around, and then quickly dragged the body into the shadow of the office.

"The enemy made it for us without guns and no cannons," Xu Chuan sang in a low voice while searching for useful equipment from the corpse. He first picked up the AKMS rifle, removed the magazine, weighed it in his hand, pulled the bullet and looked at it, then loaded the magazine and put it aside, and then removed the magazine bag on the corpse. In conjunction with the dim light, the chaotic environment, and the a little out of tune, it looked like the perverted murderer in the movie.

After a while, Xu Chuan, who had finished dressing up, walked out. The old-fashioned M65 windbreaker, the fat German-spot camouflage military pants, and the black turban covered half of his face. The chest was DIY 56-type chest hanging, with 3 magazines inserted inside. The intercom was inserted in the debris bag on the left. The AKMS folding stock was not opened and just straddled it sideways. There was a Kaba 1217 saber hanging on his waist, and even a backpack was passed in the office.

There were all kinds of voices coming from the intercom, including Arabic, local dialect, Russian, English, and it seemed that there was some language that I had never heard before. "Damn, language is the bridge of human communication, and your bridge is definitely collapsed."

Although the sound was very messy, Xu Chuan still heard that these people had not found William Bosen yet. Xu Chuan pressed his forehead speechlessly. If you are a little more powerful, I don’t have to kill anyone. After thinking about the two people who had been squatting in the utility room for almost an hour, Xu Chuan felt a little anxious, "I hope they didn’t drink water before." He took out the smart terminal and clicked on a function. The signal of the tracker installed on William Bosen was indeed gone.

William Bosen is very annoyed now. He feels that he has been in this underground passage for a long time, so long that it seems that a century has passed. "Doctor, they haven't left yet." This is one of his bodyguards, who just took the risk to go out for investigation.

"They will not give up if they can't find me. I think of a way. Sooner or later they will find us." William Bosson now regrets very much, regretting why he must wait for the government convoy.

"Bell, I did an analysis here. The tracker has always worked normally before the signal disappears. It should be that the target is now in an underground facility. I send you the location where the signal disappears, and it should be the entrance there. As for the monitoring equipment, it has been restarted now, but since there is no password, it cannot be viewed back to the monitoring record. These people are still cracking the password there until now."

"Fuck, you really can't count on these idiots." Xu Chuan cursed inwardly, "Burkhoff, help them, but don't let these idiots discover it."

"Understand, don't worry"

The monitoring room was in chaos, with two security guards lying in the corner. Another local man in a security uniform was sitting in front of the monitoring system sweating profusely, operating randomly, and saying in a crying voice, "I'm just looking at the door, I really don't know the password."

A terrorist stood behind him, pressing his pistol against the back of his head, and said impatiently, "There are 10 seconds left. If you can't do it, I'll change it. 10, 9, 8..."

The security guard was typing on the keyboard in despair, and the countdown in his ear had reached "3, 2". Just when the security guard had given up, he finally hit the Enter key, and the prompt for denial of access that kept flashing on the screen had suddenly become a verification.

Xu Chuan opened the lock on the utility room door and did not immediately push the door open. He first whispered, "It's me, don't make a sound", then quickly opened the door and then gently covered the door. While observing the crack of the door, he said, "Stand up and move, don't be too big, I'll take you out first."

The two people who had been here for more than an hour could not hide their joy. Li Fei took a step forward and grabbed Xu Chuan's arm tightly, her face flushed, "I want to go to the toilet."

"Put your hand on my back." Xu Chuan walked in front with AKMS. Deng Mei and the others followed carefully. They stopped when they passed by the corner. Xu Chuan quickly poked his head out and looked at it. He then led the two of them through the corner and stopped in front of Deng Mei's office. He held the gun with his right hand and gently pushed open the door with his left hand, then quickly flashed into it, and then quickly confirmed whether every corner of the room was safe.
Chapter completed!