The leader among the four seemed to be tired of his subordinates' complaints. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, let's just order something to eat."
He pointed at them one by one with his fingers.
"Tom, what do you want to eat?"
"I want Chinese food! I want spicy chicken!"
"William, what about you?"
"Pizza! I want pizza, I want double the cheese."
…
Several people finally became happy when they heard that they had something to eat. The long surveillance was torture for the people under surveillance, and it was also torture for the watchers.
Suddenly, William sniffed.
"I said...do you smell anything?"
Because it was cold outside, the car was left on and the heater was on.
The leader took a few deep breaths of air, and there seemed to be a faint burnt smell in the warm and dry air.
"Well, is the equipment overheating? Is there a wire somewhere that's burned out?"
Tom, who was sitting in front of the monitor screen, suddenly pressed his earphones and seemed to hear something.
"There seems to be something wrong..."
"What's wrong?"
"The room was very lively just now, but now it's as quiet as a tomb." Tom said in shock.
The leader rolled his eyes and frowned.
"Something's wrong..."
Pressed the communication button in the headset.
"Car No. 1 is calling Border Patrol No. 1. If you hear me, please answer."
There was silence in the headset, and there was no reply from Border Patrol No. 1.
"Call Border Patrol 2. If you hear me, please answer immediately!"
It was still quiet and the situation remained the same.
He still didn't give up and pressed the communication button again.
"Border Patrol 3! Please answer if you hear me."
No movement...
The leader suddenly remembered the information sent by the intelligence department during this mission. The group of people he was responsible for monitoring were elite mercenaries. They once fought against hundreds of rebels in Sierra Leone with a team of five people and successfully evacuated the client.
His heart began to sink little by little.
Suddenly, faint white smoke poured out from the heater vent, and a pungent smell suddenly filled the car.
The people in the car couldn't help but started coughing violently.
"Get out, get out!"
The leader pressed the door lock and opened the door with a bang.
Before he could stand still, someone kicked him across the face, and he fell headlong into the wet Jiuli Xiang beside him.
He was considered professionally trained. Even though he fell down, his hand immediately and subconsciously reached for the pistol in his waist.
However, his attacker seemed to know the next move better than he did. His right hand was passed through the elbow and was twisted back.
With a flick of the holster of the gun in his waist, the pistol had been taken away.
A cold voice sounded in his ear: "Be honest, or I will destroy you!"
Immediately afterwards, he heard someone rushing into the car and yelling at his colleagues inside: "Don't move, I'll kill whoever moves!"
Ten minutes later, inside the van.
Qin Fei's eyes swept over the dazzling array of surveillance instruments.
Eric picked it up and looked at it this way, then that way. The more he looked at it, the more serious his expression became.
"They are all good things."
Eric looked suspiciously at the four people who had been tied up and thrown in the back of the van.
"Walter P99?" Qin Fei lowered his head and played with the pistol he found from the leader, "It's a very good gun."
He raised his head and cast his eyes sternly on the leader: "Now I have some questions to ask you. If you answer them honestly, I may be able to let you live. If you tell half a lie and I find out, then I can tell you
You guys, tonight is your day to die."
"Pooh!"
The leader was a slightly fat, middle-aged, semi-bald man. He spat on the floor, "How dare you touch a hair of ours? Try and see if you can get out of the UK!"
The half-bald uncle's arrogant tone was quite unexpected by Qin Fei.
You know, if you are caught spying on others, your life is in their hands. It is really rare for people to dare to be so crazy.
"Tough guy?"
Qin Fei smiled. To be honest, he was really not afraid of tough guys the most. Those who kept silent during the interrogation were the scariest ones. Those who came up and cursed and righteously could not resist for half an hour.
Old Yu reached out and searched everyone for a while, then found out all the wallets and some odds and ends, then put them on the ground and squatted there to look through them.
Soon, he made a discovery.
He held a wallet and handed it to Qin Fei: "Is it from the telecommunications bureau?"
Qin Fei took the wallet and opened it and saw that there was indeed a work permit cover inserted in the place where the photo was placed. It clearly said the letterhead of the British Telecommunications Bureau, and then the name line below said that this guy's name was Tom, and then his job title
He's a line maintenance worker.
"Maintenance workers?" Qin Fei laughed dumbly, shaking his wallet and said: "You don't really think we are idiots, do you? All British maintenance workers are equipped with Walter P99 pistols for work?"
"What's wrong? Sometimes we go to areas with poor security to repair lines. It's normal to have a pistol for self-defense." Tom said angrily.
The old fish beside him couldn't help but burst out laughing, laughing so hard that he fell to the ground.
Qin Fei stood up, walked up to the leading half-bald man with a pistol, and put the gun directly on his temple: "That's enough, don't beat around the bush with me, I don't have the patience to joke with you."
"Come and tell me, the four of you wore agent headsets, equipped with four P99 pistols, and all of them carried silencers. There were three MP5K submachine guns and four Level III body armors in the weapon box in the car, and then you started driving.
Running around in a van filled with various special surveillance equipment and laser bugs, don't tell me that you are going to Iraq to repair the lines. If you think it's fun to spend time with me, then I
Let me tell you, you can just go joke with God, that will be much safer."
After that, he quickly screwed on the silencer and shot the half-bald man in the calf.
The bullet passed through the calf muscle and hit the floor.
The half-bald uncle suddenly fell to the ground with a cry of pain, and cold sweat broke out on his face.
"Fuck! You sons of bitches! Do you know who we are!?" Tom exclaimed, "You're done! You're done!"
"I don't have time to guess riddles with you. I just want the answer. Why are you following us? Who are you?"
Qin Fei put the muzzle of the P99 on the shoulder of the half-bald uncle who had fallen to the ground. Although Qin Fei obviously didn't want to kill him by shooting here, he just wanted him to endure more pain.
"Have you thought about it? Are you going to tell me?"
Qin Fei said: "I'll give you three seconds to think about it, one, two..."
"Okay, okay! That's enough!" Tom finally couldn't help it anymore, "We said, we said! We are just minions! I don't know why we are following you. We are only responsible for reporting the situation of following you to our superiors.
That’s all!”
"Then tell me, what kind of organization are you and who is your superior?! Is it Black Sun?"