It took Wesley a whole night to catch 1,000 mice. In fact, he didn't do anything. He just followed the instructions of the cross and went to the supermarket to buy a large amount of peanut butter.
Rats prefer peanut butter to rich cheese!
Wesley drove the garbage truck to the city sewer entrance and filled the truck with peanut butter with special ingredients, attracting rats in a steady stream.
The special ingredient is ammonium nitrate, a colorless and odorless ammonium salt, an essential ingredient for military explosives. It is an extremely insensitive explosive, even more insensitive than the safety explosive C4.
The rats that have taken peanut butter will, under the high-pressure stimulation of the watch bomb, transform into peaceful warriors who are not afraid of death, shouting Allahu Akbar, and cleansing the Brotherhood's lair.
After Wesley returned, he went to take a shower. The smell of peanut butter and sewer mixed together, which was disgusting and made him want to rub his skin off.
Russell, Cross, and Firefox began to bundle equipment for the rats. They first used potions to paralyze the unwilling little creatures, and then tied watch-shaped plastic bombs one by one.
Wesley also joined in after taking a shower. The four of them worked together very efficiently and got it all done in less than two hours.
Next, just wait for these rats to wake up and drive the garbage truck into the Brotherhood's lair - Textile Factory No. 17!
Cross had been preparing for this day for a long time. He took out the design drawings of Textile Factory No. 17 and told the three Russells his detailed plan.
He was really well prepared, as can be seen from the dense notes and markings on the drawings. He specially marked many locations, including sniper points and blind spots, stress points of the house frame structure, the most ideal blasting locations, etc.
Even which wall is a load-bearing wall, which wall can be opened with a bookcase, and where is suitable for digging a fountain are all clearly explained.
Huohu's expression was not very good because she saw her bedroom, which was marked as having four load-bearing walls and was converted from a floor toilet. Even if there was an earthquake, it would be difficult for it to collapse.
Textile Factory No. 17 is a building from the last century. Just because it is old does not mean it is old or damaged. On the contrary, this textile factory is very solid, like a high-strength surrounding fortress, which is enough to put many modern buildings to shame.
It would be difficult for 1,000 rats to level it, and the Cross knew this, so the purpose of the rats was to blow up a bunch of unlucky ones and create chaos along the way.
It’s easier to fish when the water is muddy!
The Brotherhood has a lot of manpower. There are three men and one woman on this side of the cross. It is unrealistic to kill them all. The main target is the leader Sloan and a few core members. Without these top killers, the remaining stinky sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs are nothing to fear.
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Since they were breaking into the Brotherhood's base camp, it was definitely impossible to rely on four small pistols. Cross opened his own arsenal, allowing Russell and the others to arm themselves and choose the weapons they liked.
Cross went into battle lightly. His mission was to snipe down all the targets on the commanding heights of the textile factory and cover the invasion of the three Russells. Therefore, in addition to the Magnum Kitty II used daily, he only brought a special sniper rifle.
It looks a lot like M24.
Firefox's beloved modified M1911 pistol was lost during the battle with Russell. She was not comfortable with other guns, so she still chose two M1911 pistols and placed them in the holsters under her left and right armpits respectively.
Considering the many narrow passages in the textile factory, she also chose a submachine gun and carried it behind her back.
The hand-to-hand battle with Russell left a lot of shadows on Firefox. She tied a long dagger to her calf and put on kneepads. She wore a bulletproof vest outside the black tights, and a camouflage combat uniform on the outside.
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He has a heroic appearance and looks like a uniform temptation, which makes Wesley a little hard to look at.
Wesley used an M9+ submachine gun, a bulletproof vest and a camouflage combat uniform. He was dressed exactly the same as Firefox. Maybe he thought it was like a couple's outfit.
In fact, bulletproof vests are not very useful in combat. If you are hit by a bullet in the front, you will be hit by the kinetic energy of the bullet and break your muscles and bones, but at least you will not die from jumping.
The unlucky guy who bombed.
Immediately afterwards, Russell appeared, dressed in pitch-black tactical equipment, covering his whole body tightly, from helmet to vest, military boots, knee pads, gloves, gas mask, and goggles.
There are M9s in the two holsters on the left and right, an M4A1 on the back, flash grenades, daggers, nylon ropes, shrink sticks, miscellaneous bags, first aid kits, magazine bags, waist bags, leg bags, and a row on the chest hanging on the waist.
grenades, and holding a Remington M870 shotgun in both hands.
The three people on the cross were stunned. Russell's equipment could be said to be armed to the teeth, and he could be taken to the battlefield to fight.
"You...what are you doing?"
Cross swallowed his saliva. They were killers, not special forces. Do you want to be so exaggerated?
Russell took off his helmet. On his head was a black mask with only his eyes exposed. He shook the M870: "Under a shotgun, all living beings are equal!"
"Who the hell asked you this..." Cross was speechless: "I mean, we are not going to fight, there is no need for you to dress like this."
"No, this is war!"
Russell shook his head and hated him for not arguing: "You assassins are full of chivalry. I really don't know what to say about you. Will the brothers challenge us alone? They will just swarm us without any help."
Are you looking for equipment to pick up the enemy's weapons?"
This makes sense. Firefox and Wesley looked at each other and put on Russell's equipment. Not to mention, after being loaded with live ammunition, they felt a little more secure.
Seeing three guys all in black standing in a row, Cross had no choice but to put on a black bulletproof vest. Now he was really a special police officer.
"If we spray-paint white paint with the words S.W.A.T on the back, will Sloan surrender if he sees it?"
Russell asked maliciously, but except for Wesley who was thoughtful, the other two people pretended not to hear.
"Okay, now let's get down to business. Who drives the garbage truck?"
The garbage truck is full of rats. The jihadist attack is the first step of the plan and the most important part of the subsequent plan. It must not be missed.
"Russell, you..."
"Sorry, I suddenly remembered that my driver's license expires today. As a high-quality driver who abides by traffic laws, I refuse to drive any vehicle now, including bicycles."
Charging on the front line was the most likely proposition to encounter concentrated fire, and Russell decisively chose to reject it.
Cross rolled his eyes. He didn't want to talk to Russell, and he didn't want his son to take risks, so he assigned the task to Firefox, who nodded in agreement, as if it was just an ordinary task.
For a person who is determined to die, whether the mission is dangerous or not is meaningless!
Firefox is not a fool. Facing all the evidence presented by the cross, she has realized that Sloan is the real traitor, and she also knows that her name will most likely appear on the loom.
Her faith has collapsed, and the reason why she has not committed suicide is to remain useful to avenge Sloane and avenge those innocent dead.
It was not Wesley's style to let the goddess take risks. He took the initiative and asked to perform the mission with Firefox. No matter how Cross tried to persuade him, he insisted on his opinion.
The bastard eats the weight and becomes determined?
No, he was just fulfilling his duty as a dog licker!
【Street Diary】
Sometimes, after thinking hard and contemplating ideas for several hours, the results are not as good as those blind Jiba scribbling.