As soon as Mister finished speaking, he heard several explosions coming from outside the door.
Then, just as he expected, several grenades rolled into the living room on the first floor at the same time.
The guerrillas took the opportunity to launch an offensive.
Mist had to retreat to the kitchen.
boom--
boom--
There were several explosions in succession, and Mist felt that the walls of the kitchen were shaking. The sound was deafening and made people feel dizzy.
The key now is not to let these guys rush into the house. Mist didn't know if Qin Fei had already used a grenade to hit the guerrillas on the roof thirty or forty meters away, and he didn't have time to think about it.
If Qin Fei misses, he will have to retreat to the second floor to find another way to escape. Even if you are surrounded by many people indoors, it will be difficult to defend him. The enemy is not a fool, and he will not rush towards you like a fool and become your target.
They will use any explosives against themselves.
Mist shot the first guerrilla who rushed into the room, but immediately outside the window, several FARC guerrillas armed with AK-47s fired wildly at Fang Neili. The dense rain of bullets forced Mist to retreat temporarily.
Behind the back wall.
These guerrillas have obviously gained rich battlefield experience from years of fighting with government forces. They know that the number of people in the room is several times less than their own, and if they dare to charge, they can definitely kill the people inside.
Under the command of a veteran, several guerrillas took advantage of the opportunity when Mist had just retreated behind the kitchen wall to swarm up and rushed into the room through the front door.
Mist shouted towards the second floor: "Qin, the first floor has been breached, I have to run away!"
He didn't even have a chance to go to the second floor. To get to the second floor, he had to leave the kitchen and run up the stairs, which was more than one meter away from the door. Now the living room was full of enemies, and he would be shot if he showed up.
It's a pity that the grenade has been taken away by Qin Fei. Mist regrets it now. If he had the grenade now, he could at least kill a few enemies in the living room. Even if he couldn't kill a few, he could still delay their actions.
The kitchen is very narrow. In Colombian houses here, maybe the people in the house have already run away, so there is no one there.
Mist ran to the window behind the kitchen, jumped on the stove, and kicked the window hard.
Unexpectedly, this window is surrounded by iron pillars as thick as a thumb. Perhaps because the security here is not good, this kind of iron fence is added to the wooden window to prevent theft.
Even if you shoot with a gun, you can't break through so many thick iron fences.
"Fake!"
Mist was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. The danger was imminent. He could almost hear the sound of the people in the living room stepping on the gravel and debris on the ground as they slowly moved towards the kitchen.
Cold sweat trickled down his back.
Do you really want to die here?
He calmed down quickly. The more critical it is, the calmer he must be, otherwise the chance of survival will be smaller.
He put away his MP5A5 submachine gun, pulled out his Glock 18, slowly walked to the kitchen door and hid behind the wall.
Now he has only one choice, which is to hold the first guerrilla soldier hostage when he comes in, and then use him as a human shield or a hostage. Although he doesn't know if an ordinary guerrilla soldier can let others
It's a rat-proof thing, but Mist remembers that there is a passage on the other side of the kitchen, which may be a back door.
Even if you are not sure, you still have to give it a try.
If you give it a try, you may have a one percent chance, but if you don't give it a try, you won't even have a chance.
He has thought about all the worst scenarios, including whether he will be swept into a hornet's nest with the hostages after taking hostages. However, the other party must have grenades on his body, and he can use his grenades after taking someone hostage.
Throw it into the living room, and even if all the guerrilla soldiers are already at the door of the kitchen, Mist will throw the grenade at his feet.
Doing so is obviously risky behavior.
But in critical moments, it seems there are not many options left.
He had planned that after the grenade was thrown, he could use the hostage as a shield to block all the fragments. At most, the air and sound waves generated by the explosion would make him suffer a little or even get injured, which was better than losing his life.
Mist, who had decided on this desperate fighting style, felt that his palms began to sweat continuously. He tried his best to block his breathing, fearing that the people outside the door would hear his voice.
Through the crack in the door, he saw a dark gun barrel. Judging from the shape of the sight guard, it was the barrel of an AK-47 assault rifle.
The opportunity has come!
He was just waiting for this unfortunate guy to enter the room so that he could immediately implement his plan.
God bless!
He prayed secretly in his heart.
Suddenly, intensive gunshots came from the living room, followed by screams.
After a few seconds, everything calmed down.
Mist looked out through the crack in the door again, but did not see the barrel of the gun.
"Lao Mi, where are you!?"
Qin Fei's voice suddenly came from the living room.
"Fake! You bastard!" Mist was overjoyed and walked out of the kitchen while swearing.
Sure enough, Qin Fei was standing in the living room, the M4A1 carbine in his hand still steaming.
"Why didn't you tell me when you succeeded?"
"If I shout so loudly, I will alert the people who are besieging you. They will know that I am coming behind them from upstairs, and I am afraid it will take a lot of effort to kill them." Qin Fei inspected the guerrillas in the living room.
, said in an understatement while refilling the bullet for the one who was not dead.
"You damn near scared me to death! I thought I was going to lose my life here!" He suddenly pointed to the kitchen and said: "That damn kitchen, there are iron bars outside the window, I am trapped and die here.
!”
"It's okay, you're lucky." Qin Fei threw away the M4A1 carbine that had almost been filled with bullets, picked up a relatively new-looking AK-47, checked the bolt and chamber, and then collected ammunition.
"Let's go, everyone upstairs has been taken care of." Qin Fei said.
"You did it all by yourself?" Mist was a little surprised.
Qin Fei said: "Most of them were killed, and the rest were killed by Connor and the others on the opposite side."
"Have they done it over there?"
"Well, it's done. Let's search the surrounding area to see if anything has slipped through the net." Qin Fei said.
Mist nodded and followed Qin Fei. The two of them searched the surrounding buildings one by one until they finally reached the roof of the house with the most guerrillas.
Rivers of blood were flowing everywhere on the roof, and the blood from the wounds of the dead and wounded guerrillas gathered into streams and flowed everywhere.
"This guy is not dead yet." Mist kicked the assault rifle away from the body of a FARC guerrilla and was about to reload.
Qin Fei stopped him and said: "Forget it, leave some alive for the police to see who it is."
"Who else dares to openly attack the British Embassy convoy here, besides the guerrillas and drug lords?" Mist said disdainfully, "These guys should weigh their weight, and not this time.
Find us!"
"If Garcia takes such a risk and sends people to attack us, I'm afraid he will jump over the wall." Qin Fei frowned and thought for a while: "I guess he knew we were coming and was afraid that we would raid their camp in the jungle. He also knew
We are not ordinary army soldiers, so we might as well risk an ambush for us. It would be best if we can kill us. If we can’t, we will slow down our progress.”
He raised his head, looked at Mist and said: "Old Mi, it seems that our troops are very quick and we must act as soon as possible."
"No need to deploy?" Mist asked.
"Michelle's people have been deployed here for a long time, and the intelligence collection work has been completed. All we have to do is a combat plan. This is very easy and can be produced in an hour."
"You mean, we'll take action tomorrow?" Mist asked.
Qin Fei shook his head: "No, tonight, before dawn, set off immediately! Garcia and FARC were caught off guard. They must not have expected that we could take action immediately after being ambushed. Maybe they are still in the jungle camp.
Waiting for their people to report the results to themselves."
Suddenly a sharp siren sounded in the distance.
Qin Fei looked in the direction where the sound came from. On the road in the distance, a police car convoy was driving towards here with blue and red lights flashing.
"The police always arrive late..." he said thoughtfully.
Mist snorted coldly: "Qin, I have been to Colombia before. Let me, a veteran, give you a piece of advice. Don't believe any officials and police here. Sometimes it is difficult to distinguish between soldiers and thieves. No one can tell the difference between soldiers and thieves."
Do you know whether a person who wears a police uniform during the day will go home at night to contact the guerrilla organization he supports or the drug dealers who support him, and provide them with intelligence? Colombia's anti-government guerrillas can exist for so many years, and drug dealers can cut them like weeds.
There is a reason why the stubble grows again and again."
"Well, it seems that it is best to tell them about our actions later on at the last moment." Qin Fei lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "Perhaps, we can take other methods to prevent the appearance of the mole...
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He suddenly remembered Comoro's action. That time he told everyone his final destination at the last moment. Everyone thought he was going to the fiefdom of Gary, but ended up raiding the palace on the main island.
That was a very successful plan to seduce Chen Cang. This time, Qin Fei decided to follow suit.
The two went downstairs. The police had arrived at the scene. The heavily armed police officers surrounded and blocked the nearby blocks. The fire on the two Land Rover SUVs that had been hit had been put out. Michelle was squatting next to the car, in front of her.
It's a burnt corpse.
"This is..." Qin Fei walked to Michelle's side. The body had been burned into black charcoal, and its original appearance could not be seen.
But they are probably the bodies of Beer and Major Gerald.
After Qin Fei jumped out, the RPG rocket hit the Land Rover. When it exploded, Qin Fei did not see anyone alive.
"It's Bell and Gerald..." Michelle stood up, looked around and said, "The police have taken over here, let's go to the base."
"Very good, I'll get into a car with you later and talk to you if I have anything to do." Qin Fei decided to seize the time to discuss his plan with Michelle.
Now, what Qin Fei is most concerned about is whether the ghost team and the 0 unit are in place.
Once these people are in place, plus the Crow Squad of the X Mercenary Group, as well as the operations team members of MI17, it is quite possible to raid the camp and rescue Morris. (To be continued)