At this time, the Flying Leopards were in unprecedented danger, and those who supported them were clearly... samurai! They were samurai from Japan!
"He is a samurai, a soldier who is determined to die every time he takes action." Team leader Fang's cold face was filled with worry, and his brows were furrowed as if they were about to be knotted. "Chief Superintendent, you have the ability."
The only family that raises Japanese dead soldiers is the Japanese gangsters. I suspect that the source of the gunfire is from the Japanese gangsters."
In other words, no matter how clear their investigation was, they still missed the biggest clue, and this was only the key to determining whether the action was complete.
"Contact two special forces sent from the mainland. They are elite special forces who have participated in many international operations and have competed and cooperated with top special forces from many countries. Leader Fang, you and I must admit that we underestimated them.
Ability."
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This was good news for the other team leader, but also news that made him feel very ashamed.
He thought that there was a story inland, a story about a frog, and he was the frog sitting in the well looking at the sky!
It was already one o'clock in the morning, the time when sleep is deepest, but for the residents of Lamma Island, they faintly heard the sound of gunfire coming from the cliff... and there was an inexplicable sound in the air.
A suffocating feeling of tightness in one's chest.
Rong Zhao walked silently from the rock through the short and moist bushes. His combat boots stepped on the bushes, making no sound like a wild beast hunting. Even if there was any, he had long been overtaken by the sound of the waves crashing on the cliff.
Cover it up.
The elites of the Fang Brigade are not in vain. They hold themselves to the best, highest and most stringent requirements at all times, and every action reflects their noble combat style.
"Close to the target area six." The entire villa area is divided into seven areas. Rong Zhao took area six directly, while area seven was the central area and Gu Chen was in charge. He who was close to area six reported his location.
, then through the monotonous night vision goggles, he saw a body with a strangely twisted neck and wearing a Flying Leopards SWAT uniform.
"A deceased SWAT team member was found, numbered GB006734." Rong Zhao took out a chain from the SWAT officer's lapel with body temperature still on it, "The center area of the tool is only two meters."
When Team Leader Fang heard this, he felt a pain in his chest, "I got it, please help me. Thank you." It was so heavy that it felt like a boulder was holding it up, and it was so laborious to say a single word.
"Got it." Rong Zhao did not directly drag the sacrificed team member, but directly picked him up, put it lightly into the bushes on the side and hid it, then took off the team member's lurking cap and gently covered it on the young man.
But his face has lost all color.
After everything was done, Rong Zhao stood up straight, straightened his back and took off his helmet... He lowered his neck, which would never bend at any time, and lowered his head to show respect.
This is the only thing he can do best. The superiors made a mistake in judgment and allowed the young team members to sacrifice. When asked about this responsibility... all the people in charge of this operation must be blamed.
There were no street lights ahead, and the entire villa and the area within a radius of two hundred meters were plunged into darkness. There were no lights, and even the night bugs had stopped chirping.
A figure shuttled past lightly and nimbly, the military dagger in his hand flashing out. He was quickly approaching the villa and needed to kill the warriors who had been hiding nearby.
