The militant threw the leftover pizza on the table into the trash can, picked up the remote control and raised the temperature of the air conditioner in the booth a few degrees, then took out a pack of instant coffee from the drawer and poured it into a paper cup.
I brewed the coffee with freshly boiled hot water from the electric kettle. When I looked up, I saw two figures holding weapons in the rain curtain, approaching towards the manor.
"Oh, ****! It's the special forces!"
The armed man's eyes suddenly widened, his hand loosened, the paper cup still fell from his hand, the coffee spilled on the ground, and he rushed towards the M16 automatic rifle placed on the table.
As soon as the militant's hand touched the weapon on the table, before he could pick up the gun, a NATO-made 5.56mm rifle bullet broke through the rain curtain, broke the glass of the guard box, and sank into the corner of his eyebrows.
.
puff!
The bullet opened most of the back of the militant's head, and blood spattered out and scattered in the guard box.
The armed man who was shot in the head still had a look of surprise on his face before he died, and he fell down in the guard box.
The militant in the guard box on the right was shocked when he saw that his companion in the guard box opposite was suddenly shot. He reached out and wanted to press the alarm button installed on the wall; however, as soon as he stood up, a bullet
The bullet drew a bright trajectory in the smoky and cold rainy night, penetrated the glass and hit the militant's heart.
The powerful penetrating force of the bullet took the militant away from the table. The militant who fell on the ground stretched out his blood-stained hand, struggled to hold the corner of the table, and tried to stand up from the ground; but his heart had been shot by the bullet.
Breakdown, his life force was passing away rapidly. Even though he tried his best to hold the corner of the table, he still couldn't stand up from the ground. After leaving several fingerprints on the table, he fell into a pool of blood, and then
Didn't stand up either.
In the rain, the assault and the elf each held a hk416 automatic rifle, and walked in standard tactical steps as they approached the gate of the manor; when approaching the horizontal bar in front of the large carved iron gate, the elf seemed to feel something.
When he saw something, he raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out his hand to signal the assault to stop, then turned on the night vision function of the multifunctional tactical glasses, and looked towards the crossbar in front of the gate.
Several infrared sensing rays emitted from the pillars at both ends of the crossbar appeared in the multifunctional tactical glasses with night vision function turned on.
If the elves hadn't stopped the assault just now, the infrared sensor line would have been triggered when they crossed the crossbar, triggering the alarm in the manor.
Elf and Assault bypassed the crossbar, pulled out their pistols and fired several shots at the glass of the post. After smashing the glass with their rifle butts, they jumped through the window and jumped into the post. They first turned off the infrared sensor on the post, and then moved
Open the crossbar and open the manor gate.
The two Land Cruisers drove towards the manor with their lights turned off. After entering the manor, the doors on both sides of the Land Cruisers were opened. Except for Shark and Vegeta, Yun Lingfeng, Luo Hao and Lai were left behind.
Ang, Allen, Caswall, and Wesley took weapons, jumped out of the car, and sneaked towards the main building in the manor.
Many of the plants in Angelekov Manor are evergreens. Even in winter, they have not been frozen bare and the plants are still lush and leafy. However, the lawn on the ground has long withered and turned yellow under the rain.
It was extremely muddy.
Wesley had memorized the location of the power distribution room in advance, and after entering the manor, he rushed directly to the location of the power distribution room.
"Do you think the special forces are really coming?"
Two men wearing raincoats and armed with M16 automatic rifles were patrolling along the path in the manor.
"Who knows?"
The militant on the left with a flashlight casually scanned the vegetation in front of him with his flashlight, and said in a somewhat contemptuous tone: "So what if the special forces come? As long as they dare to enter here, they will be completely surrounded. Otherwise, they will be completely surrounded."
Want to go out again."
"Help me take the flashlight and I'll go take care of it." The militant on the left took off the flashlight and handed it to his companion. He hurried to the tree trunk nearby, picked up his raincoat and unbuttoned his pants.
, start "irrigating" the tree trunk.
Just as the militant relieved himself comfortably, Wesley quietly touched him like a ghost in the smoky night.
When the militant was shaking his body and adjusting his pants, Wesley's right hand reached out like lightning and covered his mouth. Then, the saber held in his left hand was slashed across the militant's neck.
The militant's wide-eyed eyes were full of horror, and he covered the knife wound on his neck with his hand. However, Wesley's knife cut open the carotid arteries on both sides of the militant's neck, and it was difficult for him to do so with his two hands.
He held down the knife edge that had been opened by blood. What's more, after Wesley cut his neck, he stabbed him in the back of the heart.
"The special forces didn't come, but the 'Sea Knights', no, the 'Dragon Teeth' came." Wesley whispered in the ears of the militants in front of him, then let go of his hand, and the man was still
The dying militant fell to the ground.
The blood that poured out from the militant's side was quickly washed into the sewer by the rain; because he died of excessive blood loss, the militant's face soon turned pale.
The lifeless paleness looked particularly scary in the night.
After dealing with the militant, Wesley disappeared into the smokey night like a ghost.
"Charles, are you masturbating? Why haven't you recovered yet?" The remaining militant noticed that his companion had not returned, so he shouted in the direction where Charles was relieving himself.
However, his call was destined to receive no answer. All this militant could wait for was the scythe in the hands of the God of Death!
"Stop shouting, that Charles has already gone to Jesus for coffee before you."
Wesley's cold voice appeared behind the militant, and then there was a crisp sound of broken bones in the militant's ears. Then he saw standing behind him, wearing a cigarette jacket and trousers, wearing a cigarette.
Wesley in colored cap.
Plop!
The militant whose neck bones were twisted at 180 degrees by Wesley died instantly. Wesley dragged the corpse of the militant who fell on the trail to the shadows, took off his raincoat, and put on his clothes.
to yourself.
The current location is still some distance from the manor's power distribution room. There is no guarantee that he will not encounter patrolling militants along the way. Wesley only has ten minutes of action time. He cannot assassinate him all the way; and the raincoat can provide him with
A certain amount of camouflage can help you get through in low light conditions.