After climbing through that section of the road and finding the stairs, Fisher climbed up to the second floor quietly.
On the second floor, two guys were chatting in the corridor. Fisher stood against the wall and took a look. The other guy's position was very tricky. Fisher could only see one of them. The other guy was at the other end of the corner. If he used a gun,
If so, killing one person will definitely alarm the other.
Fisher pressed against the wall, with several methods flashing through his mind. After fixing the gun and oil filter, Fisher took out his claw knife. The corridor was very dark, illuminated entirely by a ceiling light.
Fisher gently turned off the light, and the conversation there suddenly disappeared.
The corridor became pitch black, but under Fisher's night vision goggles it was like daylight. The chatting terrorist groped his way over, still cursing, and Fisher waited for him to walk beside him and gave a sharp jerk.
He covered his mouth with his hand, and then slashed his body several times with the claw knife. The terrorist died without even a struggle. He probably never thought that the God of Death would harvest his life in this way.
After gently laying the body down, Fisher took out his pistol and the oil filter, put them together again, and walked quietly towards the remaining man.
The other party was calling the name of his companion, with a blank expression on his face. Then there were two pops in the darkness, and another terrorist was also killed.
After disposing of the body, Fisher embarked on a missing person journey again.
There were more people on the third floor, so Fisher's progress slowed down. In order to prevent others from discovering the body later, his best choice was to kill all the people here.
It wasn't a hard choice, in fact it was an easy one for Fisher.
On one side of the corridor, Fisher was hiding in the darkness. A terrorist patrolled in the corridor. The moment he appeared in Fisher's field of vision, he was dragged into a corner with his mouth covered, and then there was the sound of a sharp knife piercing flesh.
The whine disappears.
Outside a house, Fisher put his ear against the door and listened to what was going on inside. After confirming that there was only one person inside and that the other person was not far from the door, Fisher opened the door fiercely. Before the other person could react, Fisher opened the door.
The knife was inserted into his heart before. The body was slowly lowered, and Fisher gently closed the door and left.
In front of a low wall that was half a person's height, the patrolling terrorists did not realize that there was a person hiding on the other side of the wall. The terrorist walked to the wall and wanted to smoke a cigarette when he was dragged out of the wall by a pair of strong hands.
, and then the claw knife cut off his trachea.
Fisher carried out the killing silently, the enemies were decreasing one by one, and soon the third floor was slaughtered.
From the third to fourth floors, Fisher did not continue walking inside the building, but chose to climb out of the window. The building was old, and there was a drainage pipe from the top to the bottom. Fisher leaned out and tried to drain the water.
After the pipe became firm, he crawled out and climbed up step by step along the pipe.
After observing the window on the fourth floor, Fisher successfully entered. He lay on the crack of the door and looked out. Outside the door was a hall. There were two terrorists, but they were far apart. After thinking about it again and again, Fisher again
Climbed up a pipe on the ceiling and hung upside down to the top of a terrorist.
The terrorist below was not aware of it, but Fisher's attention was on the other person. When the other person turned his head, Fisher stretched his body and quietly dropped his .77 kilogram body, knocking the terrorist below unconscious.
, after Fisher landed, there were two soft sounds in the oil filter, and the terrorist in the distance was headshot.
After taking care of the two terrorists, Fisher replenished himself with some ammunition, and then tiptoed out of the hall. There was a faint voice in the corridor, and Fisher bent down and touched the sound.
Opening a door, there is no one inside, but you can clearly see the terrorists next door. This is next to the interrogation room. On the other side of the double-sided glass that is already full of broken patterns, several terrorists are torturing a
The hostage, the other hostage not far from the hostage's feet looked sluggish, obviously he had just been tortured.
Hahaha laughter came from next door. Those guys were obviously very interested in torturing people. The two were waterboarding a man. As the sound of water continued to fall, the man was twisting in pain.
On the other side of the double-sided glass, Fisher took out his pistol and pointed the muzzle of the gun with the oil filter inserted at the three terrorists in the room. The two guys who were torturing the hostages were enjoying it, and one of the spectators was probably bored, so he
His face turned towards the double-sided glass.
In Fisher's eyes, the guy opposite him was lying on the double-sided glass looking at the other side in a desperate manner, and then he combed his hair in a coquettish way. Fisher said nothing, and the oil filter in his hand followed.
The position of the opponent's head moves.
Just when he was about to shoot, there were footsteps outside the door. Fisher stopped, and then the door next door was opened, and two figures, a man and a woman, appeared at the door.
"Mike~~~"
Shao Te at the door saw his husband being tortured by Makarov's men and immediately rushed forward to push the two away. Shao Te quickly untied Mike and raised his head, but Mike had no response.
"No, no~~"
Shao Te's face was full of anxiety. She was not an agent at the moment, but a little woman who was worried about her husband. Seeing that Mike didn't respond, Shao Te began to give Mike artificial respiration, blowing air, and pressing the chest, repeating it over and over again, hoping for a miracle.
, but Mike remained motionless.
The two terrorists were initially pushed away by Sauter and were so surprised that they wanted to touch the gun, but they stopped when they saw Makarov.
"Makarov, you are back. The butcher said that there was something wrong with you, and he went to help you..."
One of the guys was obviously very familiar with Makarov, but Owen didn't bother to deal with him because he saw Swag lying on the ground next to him. Swag looked sluggish and his body was wet. He had probably just finished his torture.
, but obviously still alive.
Owen untied Swager's straps and helped him up. The room suddenly became quiet. Just now, Sauter was giving artificial respiration to his husband. Now those sounds suddenly disappeared. When he raised his eyes, he saw a pair of
Eyes full of hatred.
Mike was motionless on the ground. He must have been played to death by the two Makarov men. Sauter's eyes flashed fiercely, but his thin body seemed to contain a wild beast, and he rushed towards the two of them.
Owen ignored them. The purpose of his coming was to save Swager, not to help Sauter save her husband. Owen was about to take advantage of the chaos to leave when his heart suddenly palpitated and he fell backwards with Swager in tow.
Then, continuous bullets flew over from the next door, and the double-sided glass of the interrogation room shattered into pieces, revealing Fisher behind it.
Fisher's thinking was very clear. His purpose was to find Omega, and finding Omega was equivalent to finding the ambassador. But the appearance of Makarov and Sauter surprised him. He saw these two people captured by Omega with his own eyes, and now
If it appears here again, then something must have happened that I don't know about.
But no matter what happens, Omega will definitely find Makarov. As long as Makarov is caught, Omega will be able to find Omega. Fisher's few shots did not intend to kill Makarov directly, but just wanted to wound him.
.
But Fisher didn't know that Makarov was actually Irving, and Irving had an unparalleled sixth sense for danger. Irving leaned back and fired decisively. He didn't dodge Fisher's shot, but turned on bullet time.
Then, even though time flashed and disappeared, Irving still hit Fisher.