Eight o'clock in the evening, Soweto District, near the police station.
A black van was heard under a telephone pole. Qin Fei stood under the car, looking at Connor lying on the telephone pole and jokingly said: "Be careful of electric shock, don't become a roasted pig."
Connor gently attached a miniature graphite bomb to a pillar under the messy spider web-like wiring with adhesive. He looked up at the wires. Due to age and disrepair, many of the wires' outer coverings had become damaged.
peeled off, exposing the cheap aluminum core inside.
"Done." He slid down the pillar and got back into the car.
Qin Fei reached out and patted Joyce in the driver's seat: "OK, let's go."
The car slowly drove along the dirt road to the Soweto Police Station and stopped about a hundred meters away from the police station.
"Remember, after we go in later, Joyce, you will immediately cut off the communication lines of the police station outside." Connor said: "Their circuit box is on the telephone pole outside the barbed wire fence outside the police station."
"Okay, don't worry." Joyce nodded in agreement.
Qin Fei and the other four people put on their hoods, fastened their helmets, and began to check the guns.
everything's ready.
"OK!" Qin Fei raised his hand and gestured to Major Michel.
The rest of the people also raised their hands and made OK gestures.
"Take action!"
Following Michelle's order, the car drove forward along the dirt road.
When he arrived ten meters in front of the barbed wire gate of the police station, the car stopped at the communication box. Connor took out the remote detonator and pressed the detonation button.
There was a low sound on the telephone pole where the graphite bomb was previously installed. The bomb was not very powerful, just like a firecracker was missing.
However, graphite bombs are also known as soft bombs, power-off bombs, and are commonly known as "electricity killers" because they are not intended to kill enemy soldiers.
The bomb is made of specially treated pure carbon fiber filaments. The diameter of each graphite fiber filament is quite small, only a few thousandths of a centimeter. This highly conductive graphite fiber floats in the air like catkins and touches wires.
It will cause a short circuit.
The spiderweb-like wires exploded into a firework-like fire, and then a large area where the police station was located was immediately plunged into thick darkness.
Joyce got out of the car, used iron pliers to open the small lock on the communication box, and cut off all the wires inside.
Almost at the same time, the four-person team arrived at the barbed wire gate of the police station, and Hugo used iron pliers to open the lock.
"GO!GO!GO!"
Qin Fei took the lead and rushed into the compound of the Soweto Police Station. Using his night vision goggles, he saw two blue and white police cars in the yard, but no one alive.
There were no errors or omissions in the information. As expected, the distance from the courtyard gate to the entrance of the police station was only twenty meters. In less than ten seconds, the two groups of people were already at the gate, one side pressed against the wall.
Connor gently held the doorknob and turned it, only to find that it was locked.
The police station actually locked the door...
This is unbelievable in developed countries, but it is normal in Soweto District. There is not much difference between whether there is a police station here or not.
Connor was about to step forward to unlock the door when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from inside.
Someone!
He quickly shrank back like a cat.
Unexpectedly, someone happened to come out at this time.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
The door to the police station was pushed open from the inside, and the edge of the door almost hit Connor's towering nose.
A middle-aged bald man in police uniform walked out of the door and stood in the darkness. He turned on his flashlight and looked forward a few times in confusion.
There was darkness all around.
Not only the police station, but a large area around it seemed to have lost power.
"what happend……"
He muttered and wiped his bare head.
Without electricity, the air conditioner in the police station won't work. I'm afraid I'll have to take a sauna tonight.
He turned around and planned to return to the police station to tell his companions and the police chief that there was probably a fault in the power supply line tonight, causing a widespread power outage.
Bald didn't seem to have much hope for restoring power. He knew very well how efficient his compatriots who worked in the power supply department were. Without them for a day or two, I'm afraid the lines here wouldn't be repaired.
Before he could turn around, Baldhead felt his neck tighten, and something like a python rolled up from behind. He was about to open his mouth to scream, but a big gloved hand only covered his mouth.
In the darkness, the bald head's eyes were so startled that they bulged out of their sockets. He wanted to struggle, but found that he was suddenly lifted up in the air - someone hugged his feet and lifted him directly off the ground.
Everything goes on in silence.
The bald head was horrified to find that he was like a pig tied to the butcher's table, unable to move at all. At that moment, he seemed to understand that someone was attacking him, and it was not a person.
But it's too late to say anything now.
The hand holding the bald man's neck began to tighten like a python entangled with its prey. The force was so amazing that he could no longer breathe normally and could only twist his body desperately.
It's a pity that he was lifted in the air and his feet couldn't touch the ground. The duty room was just three meters away from the door and turned right. There were several of his colleagues playing cards there. As long as he made a little noise, he might be able to call
Come for reinforcements.
But he had no chance. He could do nothing but twist his fat waist in vain.
The weather is very good tonight, and the stars are twinkling in the night sky.
The bald head found that his vision gradually became blurry, and the original one star turned into two, then three, then four...
Finally the sky is filled with stars.
Ten seconds later, the bald head went limp like a corpse.
Qin Fei and Mist moved their bald heads aside and nodded towards Connor and Hugo.
Connor opened the door again, Qin Fei walked into the door with his bald head, gently placed it on the edge of the aisle, then picked up the ACC "Honey Badger" submachine gun and started to touch forward.
Three meters away was the duty room. He could almost hear the curses coming from the bald police officers inside. The power was out. The group was playing cards and was forced to interrupt the game. He was feeling sulky.
Qin Fei walked to the door of the duty room. The entire police station was dark. Through the window, with the help of night vision goggles, he could clearly see three policemen sitting inside.
Squatting down outside the door, Qin Fei turned around and gestured to Hugo and Connor, asking them to move on.
The two-person team of Connor and Hugo were going to the Sheriff's Office in the office area located in the center of the entire police station in front of the evidence room.
Before cutting off the power, George and Yuri, who hacked into the surveillance system of the Soweto Police Station, discovered that Chief Top had been in his office tonight, seemingly looking at documents.
See the document?
Qin Fei couldn't believe that a criminal police officer could be so obsessed with business.
Connor and Hugo passed by Qin Fei and continued to move forward. Opposite Qin Fei, Mister squatted down, took out a sound and light bomb from his tactical vest, and gently pulled off the buckle.
Now, Qin Fei is waiting for the signal from Hugo's team.
In order to prevent the five police officers on duty tonight from having a chance to counterattack, the two groups must coordinate seamlessly and launch attacks at the same time from different locations.
Suddenly, two slight electric sounds came from the earphones.
hiss--
hiss--
This is the sound made by lightly tapping the microphone with your finger. It is the electric sound made by the special forces when they short-press the call button when it is inconvenient to speak.
The signal to take action is here! (To be continued)