The gunshots echoed in the harbor, and some workers on the boat just looked at this direction, then made sure they had nothing to do with them and continued chatting with their colleagues.
This happens here every day, and everyone has long been accustomed to it.
However, fighting in broad daylight is quite rare. I guess the people from the Moscow hotel will arrive in a while.
The order of the port is their responsibility.
Richmond, who was desperate on the boat, pushed the iron door very carefully, without locking it.
Then kicked the door open.
There was a man upside down in the small space in the cab. He leaned against the wall and covered his neck, and blood was pouring out.
His body kept twitching, blood had already flowed into his lungs, making him unable to breathe, and a P226 pistol fell aside.
Richmond was very lucky. He hit the other party's neck with a jump through the door, and he seemed to be unable to survive.
“Fuck!”
She cursed directly.
I originally wanted to ask who sent this person, but this time I can't ask.
She knew she couldn't stay for too long, so she looked around the window of the driving position and was erected with a tripod with an L115A3, which is a folding stock. 338 AWM-F, a British-style sniper rifle.
There is a walkie-talkie, an MP7A1 and a photo of yourself on the bridge.
That's right, this is what I'm here to deal with myself.
Richmond immediately understood that this was MI6 silence.
A burst of anger appeared in his chest as if it were actually a substance, and he picked up the gun and exploded the head of the guy who had only vented his anger.
It feels not very comfortable to betrayed by one's own people.
She quickly picked up the guy's backpack on the ground, poured the things on the ground, picked out all the electronic devices inside and threw them aside, and put the MP7A1 in.
The L115A3 was removed from the tripod by her, and the buttstock was folded into a long bag.
He has a backpack on his back and a gun bag in his hand, which is also considered equipment.
A call was coming from the walkie-talkie on the bridge, but Richmond ignored it.
She quickly left the boat and someone had already driven over to check the situation.
Although Roanapura is indeed very chaotic, there are still people who maintain the general order.
After leaving the port, Richmond found a telephone booth to contact Major Sinclair who was still in Macau and asked the other party to be careful.
Since MI6 has already destroyed her mouth, the other party should be on the list too.
The ringtone rang for a long time until the busy sound appeared.
"Damn..."
Richmond didn't know if the other party didn't hear the phone ring or if something had happened.
But she knew that she could no longer stay here, and she would definitely be punished with treason and be hunted by MI6.
...
Major Oliver Sinclair of Macau has been paying attention to the prisons that detained members of Branch No. 20, and has almost figured out the surrounding terrain and the positions of personnel entering and leaving.
He really intends to cooperate with the MI6 support force to rob the prison.
And early this morning he received the order to receive the support team from Roanapura.
The news about Sergeant Richmond was cut off, and the superior said that the other party had evacuated.
Sinclair was skeptical, and he always felt that according to Richmond's character, he would not evacuate before he rescued his companions.
But he felt that the other party had no need to lie to him in such a thing.
In this contradictory mood, Sinclair received the so-called support.
This is a middle-aged white man, a typical Englishman.
"You're the only one?"
Sinclair couldn't understand, "What the hell is going on?"
There are very few people who come, and they don’t say anything except that they have previously stated their identity.
However, he spoke up in the face of Sinclair's problem, "Rescuing more than 20 people in Macau, this matter requires careful arrangements, and I am here to do this."
"But, I've sent the information back."
"If your abilities are really qualified, then I won't need to come here."
This sentence choked Sinclair very hard.
However, he could not refute that the annihilation of Division 20 is rare enough in the history of MI6.
"Go to your safe house first."
This guy named Philips Locke is a senior MI6 operator. He speaks very simply and has a sense of being the same.
Sinclair's safe house is located in the civilian village of Macau. This can be regarded as the earliest low-rent housing in China and was built in the early 20th century.
A safe house in Branch No. 20 is in this village.
There are no people here, there is a depressing view, and the dilapidated outside this house seems to have a history of seventy or eighty years.
Philips Rock looked around and there was nothing else in the room except a bed. "Are your spare equipment here?"
"Yes, there are some weapons and ammunition and a radio station, and some other equipment."
Sinclair opened a door inside, and the space inside was small and of course it couldn't hold anything.
"It's all here..."
Before he could finish a sentence, a needle poked Sinclair's neck.
His reaction was fast enough, and he immediately pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the other party, but it seemed that his muscles were out of control in just such a short time.
This is some kind of neurotoxin...
Sinclair's thinking stopped at this conclusion, and he didn't even have time to think about why the MI6 people wanted to kill him.
"Feel sorry……"
Looking at the other party's body, Philips Locke with gloves whispered.
Then he quickly took out a plastic bucket and pipe from the small warehouse inside, and pulled out half a barrel of gasoline from the car outside.
Pour the combustion aid into the body and the warehouse, then take out the lighter and light a newspaper.
When I walked out the door and threw the fire on the gasoline, the flames immediately rushed up.
...
"The fire has been put out now, and firefighters found a burnt body at the scene..."
A fire in the civilian village is being played on the TV news.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Boss, the expert in the simulation portrait has drawn the person according to Scott's description."
Zhang Biao pushed the door and handed the two portraits to Xu Chuan. It was already evening.
Xu Chuan glanced at him and gave him to him, "We have no connections in Macau for the time being, so let's leave it to Xu Zhengyang."
Before Zhang Biao went out, he added, "Send a copy to Li Bing and ask them to find it in the surveillance system."
Xu Chuan didn't think these two people were still in Macau. According to common sense, they should have evacuated.
As for Roanapra, as a three-region zone besides the Golden Triangle, it is the most popular place for intelligence personnel from all countries to settle down.
MD, sooner or later, all of these people will be rushed to the Philippines to raise the Gu.
I changed the channel with the remote control, but I didn't expect that I could receive Zhongyangtai here.
The news took three minutes to report on the visit of Ms. Alexandra Udinov, the heir of Zetrov Group, to the visit of the capital.
The emphasis was placed on the Zetrov Group's advantages in the energy sector and the upcoming energy development projects in East Siberia.
Looking at Alex, who was wearing a dark formal outfit and extremely dignified appearance, there was no way he looked like a pet at this time.
Tsk, this contrast is really exciting.
Then his phone rang.
Xu Chuan immediately felt a little headache. This afternoon, because of the photos posted by Alex, he had to find a way to comfort the other girls.
Wu Wei is busy with the foundation work and is not very interested in his gossip news. Anyway, she is already thinking about it.
Gao Wen was busy training in equestrian and bows, but he was just waiting to see.
As for Luo Jialing, Xu Chuan took the initiative to hit her for her injury, but the other party just died without saying a few words.
OK, just pretend she doesn't care.
And now the phone call is obviously from that woman Xuela.
"Dear~"
Xuela's magnetic voice rang across the phone.
Xu Chuan originally thought Xuela would directly question him, 'What does that Bichi mean?'
"Don't take the previous incident to heart, Alex has no malice."
"Haha, I'm not talking about this."
Xuela was very generous, and Xu Chuan was relieved whether she pretended or not.
"Do you have time in the future? I'm going to hold a concert in Rio, Brazil." Xuela asked tentatively.
Xu Chuan raised his eyebrows. Has Xuela's tour started? Well, he really didn't care.
"when?"
"It'll be about half a month later."
Xuela's voice was a little excited. She knew very well that if Xu Chuan asked, it meant that he would be very likely to go.
Xu Chuan hesitated for a moment, "Well, I'll arrange my work, and if I have time, I'll go there."
Xuela, who was in New York, ended the call while lying on the bed, rolling happily on the bed.
Her concert lasted very late yesterday, and as soon as she returned to the hotel, she saw the photos posted by Alex's Bichi.
She lost all her good mood, so she fought back when her mind was hot.
Now I feel a little regretful after waking up, and I am worried that Xu Chuan will be angry.
It also means to make a tentative call, but it seems that the other party doesn't care at all.
Moreover, the other party seemed to have time to go to Brazil, which was really a surprise. She originally wanted to meet the other party when she was going to Hong Kong for a concert.
She picked up her phone, opened Twitter and immediately edited a message, 'Wish fulfillment...' and then accompanied it with a selfie photo of her heart.
Then he lay naked on the bed and giggled.
...
Xiangjiang, Ston Butch was held alone in the cell in the detention center.
His injuries must have healed these days, and they are all skin trauma anyway.
He has no room for activities here, so he spends most of his time. Even if he wants to exercise, he will be stopped by the prison guards.
If you want to develop muscles in the prison, you really want to be a waste of money.
His life is all about eating and sleeping, and he has gained several pounds of weight these days.
But even so, his vigilance did not deteriorate.
In the early morning, someone secretly opened his prison door, and the sound of the light lock spring bounced open immediately woke him up.
Ston Butch immediately turned up from the bed.
Five prisoners with knives rushed in from outside the door.
The space in the cell was very small, and Ston Butch kicked the man out first, and then got together with the others.
On the other side of Macau, a large number of prisoners suddenly became food poisoning after breakfast in the morning, and the scene was in chaos.
Xu Chuan immediately obtained the news that Ston Butch, who was detained in Xiangjiang, was stabbed seven times, but this SBS also killed those prisoners and is currently under rescue.
"Tsk, MI6 is cleaning up the portal."
But he also slapped Hua Xia in the face.
It can be imagined that conflicts between the two sides will definitely be indispensable after this. By the way, Beihan, the mute over there is also disgusting enough to suffer losses.
"You go back to Alex right away." Xu Chuan said to Curtis and Damien Scott.
Alex is about to showdown with her enemy. She is worried that she will not be in Xuchuan, Moscow, at this critical moment.
The two of them didn't say anything. They were both working anyway. Damien now likes life in Moscow. The weather is neither cold nor hot, and there are many beautiful ladies.
Although Curtis hopes to continue his work as a terrible person, he knows very well that the most important thing for him is to complete the things arranged by his boss.
So he glared at Zhang Biao, who was grimacing at him in anger. This dog-legged No. 2 is definitely his biggest competitor.
"Boss, what are we doing? Help Macau?"
After seeing the two of them off, Zhang Biao asked.
Xu Chuan waved his hand, "Of course not, this is not my territory, I can't always grab other people's jobs."
He was not sure whether Xu Zhengyang had arranged a backup plan, but Umbrella had done enough in the early stage.
If MI6 can still succeed at this time, it can only be said that some people are too useless.
For Xu Chuan, some things are done just as they are good at doing, but if they do everything, they will offend people.
Although Mr. Xu sometimes works according to his own preferences, he is very clear about when he should gain a better position and when he should stop.
But saying that's it, Xu Zhengyang called.
The other party was talking about the two portraits I sent yesterday.
"That black man was the body found at the fire scene in the Civilian Village yesterday."
Xu Zhengyang said to him.
Xu Chuan frowned, "It's all burned like that, how can I see it with a portrait?"
"Macau police compared the nearby surveillance camera and captured this person."
"Hmm, so what?"
"Don't interfere, we are ready for Macau and Hong Kong."
"Just kidding, do you think I like to interfere in your business?"
Xu Chuan said with a lip.
After communicating with Xu Zhengyang, the news about Li Bing has arrived.
He found the woman named Richmond in Roanapra.
"Dead?"
If the portal is cleaned up here, this lady from Roanapura will definitely be spared.
"No, this woman killed the sniper who came to kill her and is now trying to leave Roanapura."
After seeing the scene, Li Bing could only say that this woman is so lucky.
Xu Chuan's eyes turned, "Ha, reveal her whereabouts to the big Ying people."
Li Bing didn't understand why, and then he heard Xu Chuan say, "And do this lady a favor."
How can a mere life become a deadly enemy? Of course, she cannot have a way to turn back.