Chapter 944 The innocent people in the underground and their false friends
At nine o'clock in the evening on January 1, 1995, the team, which had been hiding on the fourth floor of the mall all day, took the elite extrajudicial prisoners Assol and Gala and quietly followed the rappel rope fixed to the floor.
He returned to the third floor silently.
During this day, it was not that no one tried to climb to the top of this shopping mall. Even Chechen tanks and even some rockets hit it more than once.
But in the end, because the people upstairs never fought back, because of too many traps with shocking lethality, and because of the fighting situation at the train station not far away and the Presidential Palace a little further away, the ruins of such an unimportant building were finally destroyed.
Temporarily put aside by the Chechens and their helpers.
On the third floor of the shopping mall, Feishenke handed two Farmas rifles with the firing pins removed to Ashol and Gala, who had freed their hands from restraint.
"Take us to find that tunnel."
Captain Culp paused and continued in French, "Assist us to complete our mission and evacuate this city. Not only will you survive, but you will also receive the $500,000 promised to you."
Athol asked suspiciously while moving his wrist with strangulation marks, "Can you really afford 500,000 US dollars?"
Culp smiled and replied, "We wouldn't mind finding a partner who is willing to believe in us."
"It seems I have no choice." Assol looked helplessly at his companion Gala, "Let's go!"
Hearing this, Captain Culp waved his hand, and Deputy Captain Ruslan immediately led Wei Ran and Feishenke to rappel from the third floor to the second floor along the ropes prepared in advance, and then from the second floor to the first floor.
After the three of them established a defensive circle, the two prisoners also held the rope and hung down. Following that, Culp and others quietly descended to the ground.
Before Leva, the sniper on the third floor, could retract the rappel rope, Athol and Gala held the Famas in their hands and were the first to walk out of the mall with Karp and Ruslan walking behind them.
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A moment later, after seeing the signal sent by Ruslan with an infrared laser pointer, Weiyan and Feishenke, who were wearing French night vision goggles, immediately took Yakov, Agni and Rezli behind them.
Followed.
"We may not be able to come back this time," Feishenke said in a particularly calm tone, as if muttering to himself.
"It's too late for you to go back now," Wei Ran said with great sincerity. "Go back?" Feishenke smiled, but said nothing more. Seeing this, Wei Ran wisely stopped continuing the topic, and just became more vigilant.
He looked at everything around him.
Led by the two fake mercenaries, the two groups of them walked through a neighborhood with ease, and even waved and greeted each other with a group of Chechen soldiers sitting in armored vehicles along the way.
However, when they reached a crossroads, Athol and Gala who were walking in front stopped simultaneously.
"This is it"
Gala pointed to the manhole cover directly in front of the roadside with some steam coming out, "This is where we came out, and we hid here before you attacked."
"Assaulter"
Before Captain Culp finished speaking, Wei Ran and Feishenke immediately worked together to remove the warm manhole cover and drilled in one after another.
While the others were coming in, the two of them also looked in two different directions down the mine.
Obviously, this is not just the city's underground water system, because in addition to the sewage canal with corpses floating in the middle, the walls on both sides are also covered with a large number of pipes and cables, and there are even two in the distance.
There was a rusty iron fence gate. And behind the fence gate, there seemed to be some dim light shining on it.
After everyone behind him got down, Lezi, who was walking at the end, fastened the manhole cover again, and everyone also asked about the strong and choking smell.
"Let's go forward, go through the door and follow the light." Atsol paused and continued, "We will pass by some shelters where refugees fleeing the war gather. It will be good for us to walk in front."
Hearing this, Wei Ran and Feishenke each loaded their submachine guns with bullets. They walked through the iron gate that was not locked at all and headed in the direction of the light.
When the group of them followed the lights and turned left and right, and walked down and up the steps, there was no longer a sewage channel in the passage in front of them. Instead, there was a wooden door that shined through the light. Behind the wooden door, there was also a faint sound.
There was a buzz of conversation.
Wei Ran, who was walking in front, carefully opened the wooden door. With a soft creaking sound, the conversation inside suddenly stopped. Everyone also saw the old man No. 100, the woman and the child, all looking at them.
them.
Captain Culp secretly pushed Gala's lower back with the Famas in his hand, and the latter immediately walked in with Athol. The old people, women and children also immediately gave way.
Paths less than one meter wide at most.
Before Rezli, who was at the end, could step in, a dirty child ran over and said something in Chechen language that Wei Ran couldn't understand to Assol, who was walking in the front. From time to time,
Yes, he would also raise his finger and point at a woman behind him who had a sin wall and her head wrapped in gauze.
Athol secretly glanced at Captain Culp who was following behind him, then roughly pushed the child into the arms of an old man, and then shook the Famas rifle in his hand.
This small movement also allowed the refugees in front who were unable to escape from the city to further make way for a wider road, and the expressionless people moved faster.
It wasn't until he passed through an iron gate again and walked into the underground passage with only an oil lamp hanging far away. Assol in front of him turned on the flashlight handed over by Culp, and he was apologetic and false, but also
He explained by stating the facts, "Sorry, I can only do that, otherwise those refugees will swarm over and ask for things from us."
"I know." Captain Culp responded to the other party's excuse with an almost indifferent tone - or, rather, it was the truth.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Is this where you got those girls?" Fischenk couldn't help but ask in French.
"We will not come down to arrest people."
Gala explained in a low voice, "But those refugees will come out after dark to find some food. We only need to guard a few entrances and exits and wait for those young and beautiful girls to come out on their own."
"How long have you been in this business?" Wei Ran asked pretending to be casual while looking ahead.
"In fact, it started when we came here at the end of October," Gala said with a hint of pride in his tone, "We have been waiting for you to attack, but you never came, and those Chechen lunatics did not allow us to leave, so we can only
Find a way to have some fun yourself, anyway, those lunatics don't really care about the lives of those refugees."
At this point, Gala seemed to realize something, and quickly said remedially, "Of course, at most we can only be regarded as Just's helpers, he is the big boss in this business."
"Say something valuable," Ruslan, who had been silent just now, reminded him in a cold tone.
"Sir, everything we know was told to you yesterday."
Assol said slightly helplessly, "We are mercenaries, not those Chechen lunatics, so we don't mind changing bosses at all, and there is no need to keep the previous employer's secret."
"Since there is no new information, just shut up." Ruslan snorted coldly.
In the blink of an eye, the dim underground passage became quiet again, leaving only the flashlight beam that was constantly shaking in Athol's hand, and the obscure marks left by Rezli at the end of the team every time he encountered a corner. So carefully
After talking about it for less than five minutes, a flashlight beam appeared in front of us and was not going like this. We were late to return to the mountain before returning to the bloody plan. Seeing this, everyone secretly held the flashlight in their pockets.
Silent pistol.
Soon, a group of fully armed American soldiers ran forward. Far away, the leader, a man in his thirties, made a dashing American military salute towards Athol and asked loudly in American English.
, "How was the harvest?"
"It's not very good. I only caught less than 20 of them."
Athol pointed the beam of his flashlight above his head and answered according to the answer Culp had prepared for him in advance, "Our camp was bombed. When we just went up to take a look, it was full of dead people and traps left by who knows who."
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"Where's that bastard JUST's courtyard? It's gone too?" The soldier and his companions stopped and asked regretfully.
"All gone"
Athol spread his hands and said, "Not only are they gone, but Gala's and I's partners, Billy and Charlie, were also killed by traps there. Friend, if you meet other people, be sure to inform them to stay away from that building.
Son."
"What a regrettable piece of bad news." The soldier scratched his crotch with a painful look on his face and asked, "Who are these people?"
"Our new guys are from the 1st company." Athol said immediately.
"Let's have a drink together when we have time"
As he spoke, the soldier with an American accent took out a box of Marlboros and threw it to Wei Ran, "Guys, this is my meeting gift."
"Thanks"
Wei Ran took the cigarette and responded in English, "Guys, I will also prepare a meeting gift for you next time we meet."
"Are you from Texas?"
The American soldier came over and patted Wei Ran's shoulder affectionately. He grinned and asked jokingly, "I can hear it from your accent. Man, do you want to join our mercenary group?"
"Man, are you giving me a hard time?"
Wei Ran tore open the cigarette and took out one, letting the soldier holding his shoulders help him light it, and said in a puff of smoke, "If I refuse you at this time, I will offend my new friend, and if you agree, I will offend us."
Mr. Leader, so this is not a question that a friend should ask."
Before the American soldier could speak, Wei Ran grinned again and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Next time, remember to ask in private. I've had enough of this pimp from Madagascar."
"Did you hear it?"
The soldier holding Wei Ran's neck loudly asked Athol with a playful smile, "A pimp from Madagascar."
"I heard it, I heard it"
Atsol reluctantly took the cigarette from Wei Ran, "When this business is over, I will sell this damn redneck to you. By the way, what's going on in the lair now?"
"I will offer you a good price when the time comes."
After saying that, the soldier, who smelled of ***, finally let go of Wei Ran's neck, "There's no one there now, even those Polish bastards who are full of shit have gone to the battlefield."
"Why did they leave too?" Athol asked in surprise. "Of course they went to steal people's heads."
The soldier patted the rifle in his hand and said, "Those Afghan lunatics don't care about commissions or lives at all. They just want to kill people, behead them and make videos. To tell you the truth, during the day our team followed those idiots and hunted more than 60 heads."
Already."
"We'll have a try after we finish replenishing the ammunition!" Athol said confidently.
"Go to the hospital, not to the train station or government building. It's not easy to eat there."
The enthusiastic American soldier lowered his voice and said, "The hospital seems to be full of wounded, but it still counts as commission!"
"I'll give it to you two when I get a girl next time!" Athol vowed.
"Remember to find me the ones with blond hair," the American soldier licked his lips, "and the young ones!"
"I will help you look for it carefully." Atsol held a cigarette in his mouth and patted his chest to once again guarantee the promise he just made.
"Then it's settled, call me on the radio channel if you find it."
After saying that, the American soldier bumped fists with Wei Ran, greeted his teammates, and walked towards the direction where Wei Ran and others came from, chatting and laughing.
"How far are we still?" Culp asked in a low voice with a cold tone. "We're almost there." Gala wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "but we have to pass a gate with a Chechen handle ahead."
"How many people are there?" Ruslan asked after him.
"Not many, there were only six or seven people when we passed by last time." Atsol, who was also broken into a cold sweat, replied, "They mainly prohibit refugees from passing there, and generally they won't check us."
