On the third floor of the devastated shopping mall, Leva and Feshenk handed the two girls they were supporting to Vice Captain Ruslan who was walking towards them.
"There are a lot of rebels gathered outside now. We have to pause our advance to look for opportunities. I have just informed the blasters to be ready to blow up all the stairs. The machine gunners and ammunition soldiers will respectively control the entrances and exits on the second floor of the two stairs."
Ruslan paused, and while handing over the night vision goggles and the vss silent sniper rifle that belonged to Wei Ran, he whispered, "You three will check this floor thoroughly first, and then search upwards layer by layer.
"
After saying that, Ruslan gave each of them another walkie-talkie that had just been seized, "Channel 7."
"clear"
The three of them responded in a low voice and began to cooperate with each other to investigate the empty and dark shopping mall.
Although the last of the three people just killed had fired a short burst with an AK rifle, fortunately, thanks to the cover of the messy battlefield environment outside, no one seemed to care about what happened in this building. Not only that.
, there seems to be no one else stationed on the third floor of this shopping mall.
The three of them covered each other and continued to search the fourth floor. In addition to various smashed televisions, radios and other electrical appliances on this floor, the only thing they found was a few unoccupied windows by the window.
It's just all kinds of ammunition found in the fire points on duty.
"Luckily, there are batteries suitable for night vision devices here." As Fischenk spoke, he took out a row of packaged AA batteries from the counter of a store.
"Bring more," Sniper Leva said while guarding the direction of the stairs, "We might have to keep the night vision goggles on all night."
"give me sometime"
Feishenke said, slinging the weapon on his shoulder, taking out rows of batteries from the counter and putting them into his pocket.
Seeing this, after Wei Ran took some batteries, he became interested in the video store next door.
In addition to various tapes and video tapes, there are also several paper boxes with Japanese printed on them under the overturned counter.
Picking up one of them at random, the only thing he recognized on this slightly deformed cardboard box was the word "sony" and the particularly eye-catching word "m-800".
Looking at the packaging on the box with the faint green light emitted by the night vision device, Wei Ran finally remembered that this thing seemed to be the Walkman he had seen his father playing with when he was young.
According to his mother, back then, Comrade Lao Wei of his family was attracted to her because he always had a Walkman found in foreign garbage and a bp player with Chinese display on his waist.
Pay attention, and then the two of them will have the opportunity to get together.
Unfortunately, by the time he went to school, the Walkman had long been replaced by MP3 or even MP4.
Walkman... I don’t know if it can record...
Wei Ran weighed the slightly generous machine in his hand, and a smile appeared on his face after some thought.
Quietly, he put the machine, several boxes of tapes and matching batteries found around him into his pocket.
After trying a few movements to move around, until he was sure that it would not affect the next action, he re-buckled the night vision goggles, and followed Feishenk and others who had finished the search and got back into the stairwell to continue.
Going up. This time, they had just walked out of the stairwell and entered the fifth floor when they heard frequent radio calls and slightly chaotic snoring coming from the dark floor.
And at the farthest point from the stairwell, there seemed to be a room similar to an office with a faint red light.
After looking at each other, Feishenke at the front handed the silent sniper rifle in his hand to the sniper column, took out a binocular night vision device from the bag and put it on, and finally slowly took it out from his waist.
That weird-looking dagger.
Seeing this, Wei Ran also drew out his dagger and handed the silent sniper rifle to Leva. The sniper Leva, holding their weapons, hid in a sniper who had not yet torn off the plastic protective film.
Behind the sofa, I am ready for support at any time.
Turning off the intercom gently, Weiran and Feishenke were leaning against the wall.
Following the guidance of the snoring, I touched my waist through various pieces of furniture that were sold as merchandise.
Soon, Wei Ran saw a person lying on a sofa, and he was covered with a furry mink coat.
Wei Ran further lowered his body to the edge of the sofa. While covering his mouth with one hand, the dagger held in the other hand had already cut open his neck and stabbed him in the heart.
After letting go of the dagger and covering the opponent with the mink coat, Wei Ran held down the opponent's chest with one hand and pressed his legs with his knees. After waiting for a moment, he opened the damp mink coat and pulled out the dagger.
At the same time, Fischenk also solved a sleeping soldier holding a gun on the sofa.
Shaking away the remaining blood stains on the knife, Wei Ranmao crouched and continued forward, repeating the mechanical work of covering his mouth, cutting his throat, and piercing his heart and lungs with increasing proficiency.
As the two of them were busy working, the smell of blood on this floor became stronger and stronger, and the radio calls that kept ringing became clearer and clearer.
Almost as Wei Ran finished off a sleeping enemy and was about to draw his sword, a man not far from him turned over and sat up.
However, before he could turn his head, a silent bullet accurately hit him behind the ear.
Without any time to think, Wei Ran immediately reached out to support the other person's body, and stabbed his lungs from the back, and then carefully helped him lie down on the sofa again.
After confirming that the corpse was already asleep, he gave a thumbs-up gesture in the direction of Leva, then quickened his pace and pounced on the next sleeping enemy.
When he and Fischenk dealt with the last sleeping enemy in the dormitory and bypassed a row of solid wood wardrobes, the sound of the radio call became clearer, and they finally saw that in an office with windows on three sides
Inside, there was a man wearing a camouflage uniform and a beret sitting on the boss's chair. He put his high-waisted military boots on the table and fell asleep. On that table, there was not only a computer that turned on the red light.
There was a kerosene heater, a wine bottle and a working backpack radio.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The two looked at each other, and Feishenke wiped the blood stains on the legs of a corpse and slowly inserted it back into the leather knife.
He then took out the PSS silent pistol from his sheath and walked quietly towards the office.
Upon seeing this, Wei Ran also put away the dagger and replaced it with a pistol, aiming at the people in the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Fischenk tried turning the handle of the office, and the wooden door was locked as expected. Even as he turned the handle, a goblet actually fell from the ceiling fan above his head!
"Snapped!"
The moment the goblet hit the table and shattered, the sleeping man in camouflage clothes woke up instantly. Even his hand that had been resting on his waist raised a pistol and was ready to take aim before opening his eyes.
The direction of the door.
"Snapped!"
Accompanied by the not-so-big gunshot, Wei Ran's timely bullet easily left a small hole in the floor-to-ceiling window, and then accurately penetrated into the man's eye socket, destroying his brain tissue.
, and the pistol in his hand, which seemed to have a particularly long barrel, also fell to the floor.
Less than five seconds later, Feishenke also pried open the door, bent down to pick up the pistol at the door, looked at it, and then waved to Wei Ran.
After entering this small office, Feishenke handed the pistol still in his hand to Wei Ran, "It seems that he was once one of ours."
"Our people?"
Wei Ran took the pistol doubtfully. Although Feishenke's voice was not loud just now, he could hear affirmation, regret and indescribable sadness.
I looked at the weapon in my hand through the red light of the heater. It was a Makarov pistol, a Makarov PB silent pistol with a silencer!
Look at the enemy on the boss's chair who was killed by his own hands. He must have looked about 40 years old, with the Slav's iconic alcohol nose, and the strong smell of vodka that can still be smelled even after death. These obvious features
The characteristics are indeed in line with Fischenk's guess just now - he is a Slav.
"Maybe this radio station will work.
"It's a pity that this guy was beaten to death, otherwise we might be able to ask something from his mouth." After checking the antenna extending out of the building along the observation hole, Feishenke turned off the phone and put it away.
He handed it to Wei Ran and turned off the kerosene heater that was destined to be no longer needed.
Wei Ran raised his eyebrows after taking over this man-portable radio. Once upon a time, when he was helping Mr. Nicholas find the murderer of his wife and children, he had also seen this radio produced by Telefunken.
The SE6861 shortwave backpack radio.
He even used it more than once in the radio course at Hongqi Forest Farm. In the 1980s and 1990s, this was almost a standard wireless communication device for European and American special forces.
"Come on, there's another floor above." Feishenke whispered and was the first to leave the room.
Seeing this, Wei Ran returned the Makarov with the silencer in his hand to its owner, and then turned around and caught up with Feishenk.
He handed the captured radio station to sniper Leva to carry on his back, and Wei Ran took the weapon from the former. Just like before, the three of them covered each other and climbed to the top six floors.
Compared to the one downstairs, this floor seemed to have been bombed. Not only was it ventilated, but some places also collapsed, exposing part of the night sky lit by the flames of war.
On this floor near the stairwell, there are many corpses in extrajudicial uniforms neatly arranged. Obviously, this place has been used as a morgue.
"Go take a look at the roof," Sniper Leva said in a low voice, pointing to the steel ladder leading to the stairs on the wall.
Hearing this, Feishenke immediately squatted against the wall and folded his hands in preparation. Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately stepped on the opponent's hand, jumped up and grabbed the first armrest with the support of the former.
, then stepped on the wall and carefully climbed up into a dark room.
Carefully push the iron door open to create a not-so-large gap and take a closer look. There is a rocket stuck on the roof of the building that came from unknown sources but did not explode. In addition,
Facilities such as collapsed billboards and water cans riddled with bullet holes clearly indicate that no one chose to hide here.
"Go down," Leva said worriedly, "I don't know if there will be a chance to touch the presidential palace tonight."
"I just want to eat something and drink some water right now."
Feishenke paused and whispered in an equally worried voice, "I don't know what's going on with Ivan and the others."
"They will survive," Leva replied with an extremely sure tone, "We will survive too."
"I hope..." Feishenke and Wei Ran looked at each other, and each of them let out the same confused sigh in their hearts.
