In the dark and smelly sewer, the mercenary Gala was rushing through the smelly sewage. He pushed aside the corpses floating on it and ran to the opposite side of the sewage channel. He grabbed the metal handrail fixed to the wall and climbed up.
However, just when he was about to climb to the highest point and was about to push open the round manhole cover, Wei Yan and Feishenke also chased after him with flashlights each.
After glancing at the beam of light at his feet, Gala moved faster and faster. While holding on to the steel handrails with both hands, he straightened his legs and tried to use his shoulders to push open the manhole cover above his head.
"Wow!"
Before the manhole cover could be opened, the rusty steel handrail under his feet was disconnected from the wall under his hard steps, and he almost slipped down.
Squeezing the handrail tightly, Gala changed his footing, straightened his neck, and looked outside through the hole in the manhole cover.
On the other side of the small hole, he could see the night sky and the truck tires pressed against the manhole cover less than five centimeters apart.
Looking down again, Gala slowly pulled out an M49/56 bayonet with an antler handle from the holster on his waist - this was the only weapon on hand, and it was also the standard equipment and symbol of their Musketeers mercenary group.
If it weren't for this reason, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to carry this bayonet. Then, before he could extend the bayonet through the hole in the manhole cover, it would pierce the tire and give him the opportunity to push the manhole cover open. A bunch of
The beam of the flashlight has also shone at his feet.
"Come down by yourself, or I'll shoot you in the ass." Feishenke threatened with a sullen face.
It was his fault that the prisoner he was supposed to be guarding ran away, not to mention that even though the prisoner he was chasing was not far away, his and Wei Ran's knees were covered with all kinds of disgusting filth.
Reluctantly trying to push the manhole cover above his head for the last time, the mercenary Gala sighed secretly and threw down the bayonet in his hand. He reluctantly jumped down, raised his hands and said, "
Let me go, how about I tell you a secret?"
"What secret?" Feishenke asked as he waded over knee-deep in sewage, bent down and picked up the bayonet that the other party had just thrown away.
"Dollar"
Gala swallowed his saliva and took a step back and said, "The US dollars that Athol and I have earned together in the past few months have been hidden by us. As long as you can let me go, those US dollars will be yours, at least.
There are one hundred thousand dollars!"
"You earned it all from women?" Fischenk asked as he drew out his bayonet and looked at it.
"And I snatched it from...from my colleagues."
Gala took a small step back and leaned on the steel handrail behind him and said in a panic, "You can leave here with me. You will definitely not survive after passing through that blast door."
Seeing that Feishenke didn't speak, Gala's face became more hopeful, and she spoke faster and continued, "Listen to me, my friend, wait a minute and go through the door and you will see the Chechen Security Department building not far ahead.
That building was not as safe as Athol said. Not only were there many Chechens, Afghans, and Germans upstairs, but there was also a press center underground, with at least 100 people there!
You guys can't get to the Presidential Palace from there, because there are more people stationed in the underground passage leading to the Presidential Palace!
So leave with me! We can form a new mercenary group and go to other battlefields to make money!
I swear, as long as you let me go, the money I just mentioned will be yours! And...oh——!"
The mercenary Jia La didn't even finish his words before he let out a shrill scream because his knee hit his crotch.
Covering Gala's face and slamming it against the dirty red brick wall, Feishenke took advantage of the opponent's dazed mind to pick up his right hand and stabbed his shoulder and hand with the bayonet in his hand.
Each of them stabbed a knife in the elbow socket, and then used the knife to nail his hand to the crack of the wall.
Ignoring Gala's screams, he took out a No. 8 wire from his arms and tied mercenary Gala's other hand tightly to the metal handrail on the wall.
"Bang!"
Fischenk then punched Gala on the chin. Before his teeth could break, he pulled an American grenade from his shoulder, pulled out the safety pin and stuffed it into his mouth.
"These punishments are not because you ran away, but because you hurt those girls."
Fischenk patted Gala on the shoulder, then extended his hand to Wei Ran, "Lend me the wire cutters."
"We are wasting time"
While Wei Ran reminded the other party, he also used the cover of his backpack to take out the wire cutters and handed them to the other party.
"There's enough time"
Fischenk didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. Not only did he use wire cutters to cut off the tail of the wire that tied one of Gala's hands to prevent him from trying to unscrew it, but he also slammed the bayonet into the other hand.
In the crack of the wall, it was only when the handle of the knife pressed tightly against Gala's palm that he nodded with satisfaction.
"let's go"
While Feishenke returned the wire cutters to Wei Ran, he took out a pair of unworn men's underwear from his bag and put it on Gala's face.
After moving towards the Weiran, Feishenke fixed a directional mine in the corner two meters away from Gala, and covered it with a diaper picked up from the edge of the sewer.
As he retreated all the way, he placed two companion mines made from hand grenades along the way, and deliberately left a trail leading to another fork in the road, thus speeding up his run back.
"Will someone touch me?" Wei Ran asked, listening to the faint screams of collapse behind him.
"Sooner or later, someone will definitely touch you."
Fischenk replied almost affirmatively, "Comrade Gallas can at least help us attract some firepower and confuse our sight at the same time."
Hearing this, Wei Ran didn't say anything, but just quickened his pace slightly.
By the time the two of them joined Captain Culp and others with a fishy stench, the battle here was over.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The structure here is similar to the air-tight door they passed through before, the only difference is that there is no metal railing.
"You came just in time to change into their clothes." Culp didn't ask Gala's whereabouts at all. He just pointed to the clothes that had been taken off for the two of them in advance and said, "These are also Poles, but look at their reactions just now.
More like a novice with no experience, what did you just ask?"
"It's dangerous ahead"
Feishenke took off his gloves and asked about the brief information he had just received while changing his clothes. While they were communicating in Russian, Wei Ran, who was also changing clothes, also looked at Atsol, who had a gloomy expression.
This scumbag's mouth has been blocked by a rag at this time, and a grenade is firmly fixed with thick iron wire around his neck. There is even an unsafe pin tied to the safety pin of the grenade.
Do you know where the red strip of cloth came from?
After hurriedly changing his clothes, Wei Ran walked up to Athol and stretched out his hand, "Stretch out your hands."
Looking at Wei Ran in confusion, Atsol stretched out his hands tremblingly, letting Wei Ran grasp one of his thumbs.
Before he could react, Wei Ran grabbed his right hand, squeezed the wrist and shook it hard. With a crisp click, Athol's right hand instantly lost control.
Immediately afterwards, Wei Ran grabbed the opponent's left hand forcefully until his left wrist was dislocated, and then he released it with satisfaction and took a step back.
"The craftsmanship is good," Ruslan praised with interest. Wei Ran smiled but did not say anything. He did this because he was worried that Atsol would not be able to think about it and would pull the strip of cloth on the back of his neck and die with everyone.
He replaced the weapon with the submachine gun that was used as a pretense in his backpack. After he and Feishenk, who had also changed clothes but was equally smelly, loaded the ammunition, Captain Culp and Deputy Captain Ruslan clicked.
He raised his head and gently opened the blast-proof door that was ajar.
However, as the explosion-proof door opened wider and wider, Wei Ran and Feishenke each tightened their nerves.
At this end of the explosion-proof door, the concrete walls on both sides only extended forward for less than ten meters before turning into red brick structures again.
In fact, densely packed pipes from nowhere appeared on the wall again, and with them, even the temperature increased a lot.
But at the end corner, about 20 meters away, there were bright lights and figures projected onto the wall. Even standing at the blast door, they could clearly hear something like an engine coming from there.
The buzzing sound of operation.
But compared to these, what made them most vigilant was the table placed in the corner and the two people sitting at the table.
After looking at each other, Wei Ran and Feishenke walked over without stopping. Behind him, the two captains also stood on the left and right of the mercenary captive Athol and walked past side by side.
With the help of their human wall, machine gunner Sergei also held his pkm and followed up with the ammunition soldier holding the silent rifle. At the end of the team, the demolition hand Rezli was running at the fastest speed.
After closing and locking the explosion-proof door, I also removed the handwheel for opening and closing the door and stuffed it into my bag.
When he also bent his waist to keep up with Serge who was walking in front, Weiran and Feishenke were less than five meters away from the corner.
However, what made the two of them dumbfounded was that on both sides of the table, there were indeed two people wearing 82 technical uniforms with white cloth strips tied on their cuffs for identification.
But these two people are actually two plastic mannequin dummies with big wavy hair and sexy hair. What’s quite funny is that one of the models actually has an unlit one glued to his hand with tape.
Marlboro.
In addition to these two pretending dummies, there is a wire bed next to the table and close to the wall heating pipe.
This steel wire bed that was completely blocked by Zhuo Zi obviously didn't have any wires, but there was an AKS74U submachine gun, two spare magazines, and most of the bottles on the bed.
of vodka and a few erotic magazines.
After taking an extra look under the bed to confirm that there was really no one alive here, Wei Ran and Feishenke immediately walked towards the corner not far away where a light was on and a rumbling noise was heard.
However, when they approached the corner and carefully looked over, what they saw was a space similar to a power generation room. This not-too-large space not only contained a set of operating power generation equipment, but also had a capacity of
I'm afraid it would take at least two or three tons of oil storage tanks!
The light they saw before came from an industrial desk lamp in this power room, and the human silhouettes on the wall were four bearded men drinking wine next to the desk lamp.
Behind these four bearded men were two closed iron doors.
Fortunately, perhaps for sound insulation or fire protection. There are no windows on these two doors, which is undoubtedly good news.
After gesturing behind him, Captain Culp went to the corner to take a look, and then started the countdown with his gesture.
As his last finger fell, the two captains, one half-kneeling and the other leaning forward while standing, pulled the trigger almost simultaneously.
Behind them, Wei Ran and Feishenke each held the waistband of a captain. After the two captains fired another shot, Wei Ran immediately pulled him back, and ammunition soldiers Agni and Rez
Li Ye immediately jumped out and rushed into the power generation room with their own weapons, and hid on both sides of the two closed iron doors as quickly as possible.
When the two captains and Wei Ran who rushed over just a step later also entered the power room, the machine gunner Serge, who was lying on the ground ready to fire at any time, slowly got up and used the backpack as a cover.
He put it on his shoulders again, and then asked the mercenary Assol, who was also lying on the ground as a cover, to get up.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Inside the power room, Culp took off his gloves, picked up a sausage, took a bite, and then raised his hand.
Seeing this, Wei Ran and Feishenke immediately picked up a corpse with a bullet in the middle of their eyebrows and turned around and walked back. The two captains each took out a towel from their pockets and began to clean up the drippings on the table.
There were some blood stains on the floor or on the floor.
After two trips back and forth, they stuffed all four bodies under the bed next to the two dummies and covered them with sheets as a cover. When Wei Ran and Feishenke came back, the others were already standing at the table and starting to eat.
, and that way
The iron door has also been pushed against the door handle by a chair.
Holding the plate and giving each of Wei Ran a sausage, and then pouring each of them a glass of vodka, Culp asked in a low voice, "Atsol, go out through this door to the direction leading to the Presidential Palace.
How far is the passage?"
"Almost 50 meters"
Athol raised his arm, pointed in the direction with his soft palm and whispered, "Run in that direction, there will be a turn to the right in the middle. There are stairs leading to the ground. Turn from there and continue.
Ahead is the passage leading to the presidential palace. On both sides of this passage are the Chechen press centers.
Ruslan pointed to the outside of the iron door and asked in a low voice, "Where's the door? The distance from the door to the corner."
Athol paused and replied in a low voice, "It seems to be German territory."
"seem?"
Seeing Karp and Ruslan looking at him, Athol said in an uncertain tone, "I just heard a few words in German when I was passing by. People who came with me said that there is a lot of information on the battlefield that is not open to the public.
It seems that they are all teleported back from here."
"Information center?" "Maybe"
Assol spread his hands and said, "I'm just a mercenary. Those commanders who I guessed were just before the law told me that they are also making money on this battlefield."
Seeing that these people had nothing to ask, Athol tentatively asked Captain Culp, "Friends, I can only send you here. Since I am so cooperative, how about you let me stay here?"
You know the address of my home and even the address of my wife’s work. Even for my family, I will not betray you.”
"Since you plan to stay here, then stay here." Captain Culp is particularly easy to talk to. "You are indeed more willing to cooperate than your friends. For this, you should be rewarded. At least you should survive, Demoman.
Help our mercenary friend take the grenade off his neck."
Hearing this, Atholl's face immediately showed a look of surprise. Lezli also put down the sausage with only half left in his hand, wiped his hands on his clothes randomly, took out a pair of small pliers from his pocket, and happily
He cut off the thick wire that had been wrapped around the former's neck not long ago.
However, before Assol could say "thank you" from his mouth, a strange-looking dagger had already been stabbed into his chest from behind, cutting open a corner of his lungs and severing them as well.
The main blood vessels of the heart.
Before the blood could flow from his mouth, Rezri had already dragged him into the shadows next to the oil storage tank.
When he came back and picked up the uneaten sausage again, Karp, who had just been discussing the plan with Ruslan, whispered, "If this is the intelligence center of the Europeans, they must know our information."
Where is the target?"
"And this place itself is a worthy target," Vice Captain Ruslan added on the side.
"You're right." Captain Culp nodded, "But we can't make too much noise."
"Wait a minute, take off the clothes of the four people we shot dead, and then throw all the bodies into the oil storage tank."
Karp paused for a moment and then continued in a low voice, "Serge, Agni, you two, myself and Ruslan are pretending to be electrical maintenance workers.
Victor, Fischenk, we will cause a power outage later, you can take the opportunity to go outside and grab a tongue and come back."
Seeing that everyone had no objections, Culp ate the last bite of bread and said, "Let's start taking action!"
After hearing this, everyone immediately started working.
What made Wei Ran feel particularly familiar was that just after Captain Culp and others put on the clothes that had been taken from the corpse, Ammunition Soldier Agni actually took out some cosmetics and an electric clipper from his bag!
Comparing the hairstyles of the corpses, the two captains and machine gunner Serge even cut their own hair, and then trimmed Serge's beard. After the four of them painted on their faces, Lezri
He also unscrewed the bulb of an overhead lamp, and after turning off the industrial desk lamp, Fischenk also cut one of the power cords.
As the lights dimmed in the buzzing electric room, some people couldn't hide their faces with just makeup and clothes.
The flaws were also covered up perfectly.
However, when they threw several stripped corpses into the oil storage tank and prepared to take action, a deafening explosion was heard from the other end of the explosion-proof door in the direction they came from!
"Assaulter! Demoman, hide!"
Before Captain Culp finished speaking, he had already taken the hand wheel handed over by Rezli and ran towards the direction of the blast door from which he came.
Weiyan, Feshenk and Rezli also jumped off the oil storage tank, and before Agni moved the chair blocking the iron door, they hid in the gap between the oil tank and the generator where the light could not reach.
inside.
Less than 20 seconds later, the iron door was pushed open from the inside, and several soldiers wearing German camouflage also passed through the slightly dim power room with weapons in hand and ran straight towards the direction of the explosion-proof door.
