Somewhere along the long street, a Fiat car parked slowly on the side of the road. Owen never expected that the Mission: Impossible team's safe house would be in a commercial building.
Owen couldn't help but confirm again: "Nicky?"
"I'm sure."
Although Nicky also found it incredible, he believed in the data more. The address displayed on the computer screen was right here, and it was definitely correct.
After receiving a positive reply, Owen checked the equipment for the last time in the car, inserted the P226 into his lower back, and got out of the car.
Nicky continued to stay in the car, making sure the car didn't stall and was ready to respond to Irving at any time. At the same time, he used his computer to hack into the building's surveillance system to prepare to assist Irving.
Looking at the tall commercial building in front of him, Owen had to admit that Cia's imagination was indeed quite big. It was indeed a fantastic idea to think of locating a safe house here.
I just admired him, everyone was in two camps now, and Owen had to do something. He stopped at the door of the building and took a look, and Owen walked in directly.
Owen strode in, holding a few balloons in his hand. As he moved, the balloons floated between him and the monitor, hiding his face well.
Even before he entered, Nicky had told Owen the locations of the surveillance cameras here. If the CIA's safe house was really here, then they would definitely monitor it.
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In the safe house, William and Ethan stared at the monitors boredly. Owen and the others guessed correctly. The CIA's safe house did share the building's surveillance system and the security guards' intercom system. It could be said that they knew everything going on in the building.
Ethan was throwing stones boredly, glancing at the closed door of the workroom from time to time, as if expecting good news from Luther. The stones seemed to be alive in his hands, and they kept hitting the wall.
It bounced to the ground, and finally returned to his hand accurately, making people have to suspect that there was a thread in the middle that no one could see, pulling both sides.
William had nothing to do, so he simply put a Winchester M1887 in the gun cabinet on the table and loaded bullets into the magazine one by one. God knows why there was such a gun in the safe house of CIA.
Old antique gun.
For a moment, in the living room, in addition to the sound of bullets being pressed into the bomb bay, there was the crisp sound of stones hitting the wall and the floor. It was monotonous and empty. After a while, the door of the studio suddenly opened from the inside, and Luther shouted angrily: "Eh?"
Mori, I think we're in trouble..."
Seeing the look in Ethan's eyes, Luther continued: "This cracking device is fake. His true identity is a locator, and it has been activated..."
"You mean...Fake...pack your things quickly, no, don't pack anything, we'll leave right away..."
Ethan reacted very quickly. Before he finished speaking, he picked up the plutonium bomb box and walked towards the door. William next to him also reacted, put the shotgun on the table, got up and left. Luther, who was the slowest to react, just then
I started to hurriedly pack up my computer.
"It's too late, don't want them all, leave now..."
Ethan urged, and Luther stopped what he was doing, and took one final look at his computer with reluctance. This was a high-end product that he had spent tens of thousands of dollars on optimizing its configuration. It was a few blocks ahead of other computers on the market.
.
But no matter how good the computer is, it is not as important as life. Gritting his teeth, Luther turned around decisively and followed Ethan's pace.
Seeing his two companions following him, Ethan pressed against the door and listened to the noise outside. It was quiet and there was no movement. Ethan opened the door and was about to walk out when a fist hit him in the face.
Outside the door, Owen suddenly appeared, knocking Ethan down with a punch, and then hit him with a solid knee to the stomach. Ethan bent over and fell down, his face turned red.
All this happened within a second. By the time William behind him could react, Owen had already rushed into the house.
Seeing something abnormal, William stepped back decisively and reached out to grab the shotgun on the table. Owen took a few steps, came first, kicked him in the hand, and kicked the gun he just touched away, and then the whole thing continued.
He stayed close to his body and used joint techniques to restrain William, blocking him between himself and Luther.
Luther had just taken out his pistol and pointed it at Owen, but found that no matter how he moved, it was William who was blocking the muzzle of the gun.
The next second, Owen picked up the ashtray on the table, threw it through the air, and hit Luther's face accurately. Luther did not expect that Owen could launch an attack in this situation. He was caught off guard and the gun was pointed at him.
Go up.
Owen took the opportunity to cut William's Adam's apple cartilage with his hand knife, then rushed a few steps and kicked Luther.
Luther was a remote support personnel, and his reaction ability was much worse than that of Ethan and William. Without even looking at him, he was kicked in the chest by Owen, and the nearly 200-pound strong man was kicked into the air.
It hit the cabinet at the back hard, leaving a mess.
After knocking down the three people in an instant, Owen completely controlled the situation. He took out his gun and looked around to make sure there was no one else. Owen breathed a sigh of relief. The number of members of the Mission: Impossible team was about the same as he expected.
At this time, Ethan was still lying on the ground squirming, and the punch Owen gave him was really hard. William knelt on the ground with his neck in pain, breathing heavily, as if he might die at any time.
Come to think of it, Luther looked injured. In the end, his face was bruised by the ashtray thrown by Owen, leaving a lot of blood, and he looked very embarrassed.
"Ethan, we meet again, I'm here to get my things back..."
Owen whistled and teased that Ethan snatched the plutonium bomb from his hand. Owen felt very unhappy. Although it can be roughly analyzed that it was Makarov who captured him in all likelihood.
Threaten him, but Owen still feels unhappy.
Now he beat all these guys with his own hands, and then took back the things they took away with his own hands, which gave him a sense of revenge.
"O... Owen..."
Ethan Hunter, who had regained his breath slightly, staggered and said.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you, just like you did to me before, but I have to take away the things..."
Owen didn't intend to tangle with them anymore, and the progress went smoother than he expected. It was also unlucky for Ethan and the others. Ethan and the others happened to not look at the monitor when Owen came in, and they missed the preparation to discover it in advance.
But at this moment, Nicky's anxious voice suddenly came from the communicator in his ear: "Owen, we may be together..."
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About a minute ago, while Nicky was in the car watching how Owen hid from the camera, a cleaning company's car suddenly came downstairs of the building. Several men in cleaning company clothes got out of the car holding various items.
A toolbox entered the building.
Originally, this was just a very ordinary little detail. After all, in a commercial building like this, there is a lot of cleaning work, and there is nothing to attract attention.
After several cleaning staff entered a room, Nicky stopped paying attention. But at this moment, the several cameras monitored by Nicky all changed their directions, and the cameras were pointed at the blind spot.
This approach is too obvious. It is obviously someone deliberately manipulating it to avoid leaving an image.
At the same time as Nicky reminded him, Owen rushed to the side and picked up the Manchester M1887 shotgun that had just fallen on the ground. He pointed it towards the door with a "bang" sound.
Owen's timing of shooting was almost perfect. At the moment he fired, the door was kicked open violently. But the people outside the door did not expect that as soon as the door opened, a piece of iron sand pellets flew in.
As soon as the person outside the door stepped forward, he was carried away by a huge force, and then fell to the ground motionless.
After killing the first person, Owen immediately pulled the ring guard and loaded the second iron sand bullet. The Manchester m1887 fired No. 12 shotshells and used the traditional lever loading method.
After the bullet was loaded, Owen followed with another "bang" and knocked down the second person who followed him. After knocking down the two people, he saw that there was no one else outside the door, so Owen was able to observe the other person.
The two people he shot to death were all wearing combat vests and body armor. Unfortunately, although most of Owen's two shots hit the body armor, a small amount still hit the head. Therefore, the two shot
There is no chance of anyone being spared.
Just when Owen was about to search for the enemy's corpse to see if he could find anything else, there was a sudden explosion next to him, and then someone broke in from the window with a sling.
This time Owen saw clearly that the other party was wearing a camouflage vest, and it didn't look like an American product, but rather a Russian one.
The guy who broke in happened to be right next to Irving when he came in. Irving gave him a rifle butt, which hit him hard.
Irving took two steps back and was about to shoot, but the guy suddenly came over and struggled with Irving desperately, with the purpose of preventing Irving from shooting.
Owen decisively abandoned his gun, took out the claw knife from his body, and faced him. When the guy on the opposite side saw that his weapon was being held by Owen, he gave up decisively, took out his dagger, and fought with Owen.
Although the opponent's fighting skills were different from those Irving learned, their styles were very similar. His moves were all critical, and he had no intention of leaving anyone alive.
Seeing the opponent like this, Owen showed no mercy. He saw the opportunity to leave two wounds on the opponent, and successfully knocked off the dagger, temporarily subduing him.
But at this moment, two more heavily armed enemies suddenly rushed in from the door. Owen was horrified and hurriedly blocked the enemy he had just subdued in front of him. There was a loud "puff" sound, and the guy was killed by his own people.
Throwing away the body in his hand, Owen rolled forward to avoid the next attack and picked up the shotgun.
On the ground, the members of the Mission: Impossible team who were originally kneeling on the ground ran forward like crazy, with Owen following closely behind. The members of the Mission: Impossible team were extremely depressed at this moment. It was Owen who they met and was beaten.
I had a meal, but at least I was half a member of my own family and my life was not in danger.
But the next group of people who broke in were different. They were fully armed and loaded with live ammunition. The key point was that the three of them had no weapons. If they didn't run away at this time, would they be a living target for them?
"Who are these people?"
Owen asked as he ran. He had just fought against the opponent briefly and found it very difficult. Especially the one who broke in from the window had a very strong fighting ability.
"GRU~~"
"Fake, how did you get into trouble with them?"
Owen asked angrily. GRU is the nickname of the Russian Military Intelligence Service. It used to be managed by the KGB. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, it was renamed the Russian Military Intelligence Service.
"Don't you think about where our plutonium bombs come from?"
Ethan said something incomprehensible, but Owen almost stared out of his eyes. As if to answer Owen's doubts, Ethan continued: "We found out that Russia has a batch of intercontinental missiles that are ready to be scrapped, and Makarov happened to be asking around the world.
We tried our best to find out the whereabouts of the plutonium bomb..."
Owen felt that the Mission: Impossible team was so crazy. Not only did he wipe a cold sweat for them, weren't they afraid of causing a conflict between the two superpowers?
While they were talking, the three of them ran into the inner room and pushed open the cabinet on the wall. A secret door was revealed behind it. They pushed the door open and several people entered one after another. At this moment, Owen followed suit without caring about anything else.
The most surprising thing was not the appearance of the secret door, but that on the other side of the secret door was a conference room with bright and clean windows. A room full of people were having a meeting. Owen and the others suddenly appeared from the wall, shocking the whole room.
People grow their mouths.
Ethan and the others ignored the gazes of others and hurriedly walked to a wall. Ethan placed his palms on the wall, and then an electronic sound sounded: "The identity verification is correct."
Then the wall lowered, revealing a row of shooting guns below. Several members of the Mission: Impossible team each shouldered a shooting gun and aimed through the glass at another building opposite.
After a moment, the gun head was shot out with a steel cable, and it penetrated deeply into the wall of the building opposite, forming a passage connecting the two places.
Ethan, William, and Luther each stuck their guns upward, and naturally the mechanism got stuck on the wall. Then they pulled off the handle of the gun head and followed the ropeway.
Watching the people walking away, Owen followed the same pattern, but he couldn't press the trigger no matter what when shooting. Whenever he tried to press the trigger, the gun body would give out an "identity mismatch" prompt.
Fuck, this piece of crap is actually fingerprint-verified and can only be used by members of the Mission: Impossible team.
The three people on the opposite side have already arrived at the opposite building one after another. In the worst case, the ropeway he is on will automatically break after arriving, making it impossible for Owen to hitch a ride.
Irving gave the other person a middle finger. Seeing the footsteps behind him getting closer and closer, Irving had no choice but to turn around and continue running. This road was impassable, and it seemed that he had to save himself.
"Get down~~~"
Owen shouted, but the stunned people around him didn't seem to hear it. They were still immersed in the shock just now.
"Bang~~"
Owen fired a deterrent shot, and people immediately went crazy and ran away.
The two GRU who were chasing behind them did not care about the problems of the people around them and opened fire directly. Innocent people were hit. Now people remembered what Owen had just shouted and fell down one after another.
"Bang~~"
Owen fired another shot, and the iron sand bullets scattered around the GRU, causing them to stagnate.