The same hotel room, of course, is not located in a town near the railway line where the tour group is located, but in a small town.
"What time is it?" Putting down the thick stack of intelligence materials at hand, Musa lay back on his seat, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, and asked while soothing the fatigue in his eyes.
"Ten minutes to nine o'clock." After looking at his watch and giving the answer, the commander smiled confidently, "Let me guess what you are thinking about? Hehe, they entered the mountain around three o'clock in the afternoon, even if it is three o'clock,
Go ahead. In other words, up to now, this battle has lasted for five...well, six hours, which is also ten minutes short of that!"
"How can this be wrong? You are not good at math!" Moussa opened his eyes in shock and joked with a smile.
"It's not important, just tell me whether I can keep up with your thinking this time!"
"It's up to you." Musa raised his hand to show a thumbs up without sincerity, and turned his head to look, "But I still want to know where you went to elementary school? Who was your math teacher at the time..."
"Fake, get out of here!" He interrupted angrily. The old commander's face burned, and he tried to argue, "Mistake, do you understand the mistake... Well, the main reason is that the result is a bit scary..."
After a pause, the commander frankly spread his hands, shook his head and sighed, "Although I can't see the details of this battle with my own eyes, it's not difficult to guess its approximate intensity and brutality just by thinking about it. And in such a harsh environment.
, lasted for nearly six hours, are you kidding me..." The tone was complicated, and what was even more complicated was the expression on the big man's face, a tangled look of disbelief and unbelief,
Musa was silent when he heard this. Is this the terrifying destructive power of the top combat power in the underground world? It is really mind-numbing... Although he is not very willing to admit it, now he has to agree with the cautious approach of his previous partner.
, with the strength of the DSF team members they currently possess, they really cannot afford to be involved in a battle of this level. The thought of a snipe and a clam competing for the fishermen's gain can only be thought about, and it is reasonable to just sit back and watch.
In the silence, a team member who was playing with electronic equipment in the corner of the room took off his earphones, stood up with the recording paper and handed it over: "Captain, there is new news."
After receiving it, the commander, a big man, passed it directly to Musa without looking at it. He quickly walked to the window of the room, slightly opened a corner of the curtain, and looked out.
"Another lucky guy." After looking at it roughly, Musa threw it down without interest.
The paper that fell on the table was a rough copy of the call record. The general content was that a family gunman who came out of the mountains was successfully received and is currently being sent here... You can know this information from Musa's expression.
The information is not new, and it is also true. Since about six o'clock in the evening, there has been such a gunman coming out of the mountains almost every half hour, and there have been several of them so far.
Logically speaking, having such personal experience is extremely important for determining the details of the battle and even the outcome. But this is not the case. These gunmen basically got separated from the team in the mountains and were lucky enough not to get lost. In the end
He was just a lucky guy who ran out in a daze, and it didn't have much effect on understanding the actual battle situation.
Compared with this, what is really interesting is the channel for obtaining these intelligence materials. You must know that Moussa and others who stayed in the guest room basically did not move around.
Well, the actual situation is that in the high-rise hotel suite across the road from this hotel, it is the logistics team members who were separated from Lawrence's convoy not long ago, and they are the dispatch and command center of this operation. In addition, nearby, the mountains
The various exits and exits in the periphery are guarded by personnel from the Pacino family who are constantly mobilized.
It has to be said that under such circumstances, Moussa and others who chose to go deep into the hinterland for surveillance and put a lot of monitoring equipment in were really bold!
Oh, no, maybe it was just Moussa who was so bold. The big commander looked very panicked. After careful observation to make sure there was nothing abnormal, he carefully closed the curtains and turned his head without saying anything: "Speaking of others... none of this was discovered, so we just
Are you the real lucky guy?"
"No, this is strength, the inevitable result of wisdom, courage, and decisive decision-making! Haha!" Musa wagged his fingers, proudly picked up the coffee cup on the table, and took a leisurely sip.
"Oh, really?" The commander glanced over incredulously, "Why does this method look familiar to me? I'm sure I wasn't stimulated by someone swaggering away under my nose two days ago, so I learned this skill.
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"Pfft...cough, cough, cough, you fart!" Moussa spurted out coffee, coughed violently, and his face turned red. He slapped the table and stood up. He was waiting to argue his case. At this moment, the doctor in the corner handed over the information.
The team members suddenly stood up, not bothering to take off their headphones, and reported urgently, "Captain, Lawrence is out!"
As the leader of the Pacino family's operation, Moussa and the two naturally knew Lawrence's identity. The movement stalled, and then Moussa rushed over in three steps and two steps at a time, "Are you still in contact? Open the expansion
Sound!" The big commander subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at his tactical watch. He couldn't help but be stunned. The hour hand just pointed to nine o'clock, a full six hours!
Immediately, a loudspeaker sounded in the room, and his voice became increasingly tired and dry, "...I lost the pursuit. We didn't meet each other for almost an hour... This operation... should have failed..."
"BOSS? BOSS... Gunshot wound occurred, excessive blood loss! Damn it! Hurry, go to the hospital..."
I didn't hear the content of the previous call, and after turning on the loudspeaker, I only said a few words and then hung up, but the information revealed was undoubtedly enough.
The room was silent for a while. This result was actually expected, and the intelligence data collected before continued to point to this possibility. But how can I say, despite being mentally prepared, when the result was actually confirmed, there was a wave of excitement in the room.
All DSF members still had complicated expressions and were inexplicably shocked.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After a moment, Musa sighed quietly, as if he was talking in his sleep: "He really just came out..."
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In an unknown town tavern, several figures pushed open the door and walked out. Among them was a thin young man, walking in a hurry and looking angry.
"Drink, drink, I know how to drink all day long... I can't find you at home, and I don't answer the phone. Do you know how I found you? Shit! If it weren't for the fact that you are my brother, this matter would not be possible.
Got you..."
"Haha, don't worry, brother, it's all right. I just called and asked, it was DeWitt and his friends who were doing this. They set out not long ago. Now I estimate that we have just arrived in the town, and it will take at least midnight to do anything.
We have more than enough time to go there now... The question is, are you sure those tourists are really rich? Is it worth our trip?"
"Nonsense, I've been on the train all day. In the morning, I saw Gene Carter and the others cheating 10,000 euros with a deck of playing cards. Do you think these Asians have any money? It's a pity that they are too greedy and don't know when to stop. In the afternoon
When I was repeating my old tricks, I happened to bump into this group of Asians coming back. I saw them on the spot and was severely beaten. I am still lying in the hospital. I will definitely not be able to come out in a month. Fortunately, I didn't get involved at the time..."
"Haha, these two idiots!"
"Don't worry about them. What's important is the fat sheep. Especially the man in the dark blue coat who leads the way. I know the watch he's wearing. It's a limited edition and very valuable! DeWitt and the others must not know that they operate at night.
When the time comes, you stand with me, I am responsible for identifying the person, and you secretly take off the person’s watch and hide it... By the way, have you brought all the guys?"
"You've got it, don't worry, you can talk about that watch again..."
Subconsciously they kept silent and did not continue talking, but when they turned around and walked into an alleyway, they saw Youdao's figure quietly leaning against the shadow of the wall more than ten steps away, like a ghost.
Oh, no, I'm still breathing.
After getting closer, through the dim light of the alley not far away, several people glanced at each other and saw that they were not locals... This was for sure, because these people were born and raised local residents, and they were familiar faces in the town.
Then you will know.
He was an outsider, but he didn’t look like a tourist, because he looked so embarrassed. He didn’t know which ice cave he had just emerged from. His hair and coat were all wet, and the snowflakes melted immediately when they fell on him. He leaned against the wall with one hand and stood.
They all look a little forced.
Due to the light and the fact that he lowered his head to breathe, he couldn't clearly see his face and facial features, but the color of his skin and hair... The two sides passed each other, and the foreign man in the head, who was as strong as a bear, suddenly felt something in his heart. He turned around and looked at him again with twinkling eyes.
go.
"Brother!" As if he had guessed something, the thin young man frowned when he saw this. He opened his mouth to say something but was stopped by the strong man with his hand, "It's okay. Hey, I'll just make some extra money and spend the money I spent on the drink.
It will be cleared soon." The big man chuckled and approached, tentatively asking, "Japanese? Chinese? Indians?"
In the shadow, the man opened his eyes and raised his head, his sword eyebrows flying sideways, his slender eyes as calm as water, he glanced at the big man and said nothing.
The strong man rubbed his palms nonchalantly and said with enthusiasm: "Do you need help, sir?"
"No, thank you."
The casual and fluent French answer somewhat surprised the strong man, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. He put his hand on his shoulder and laughed loudly: "You know French? That's great. Let's make this simple.
Do it efficiently! Well, hand over everything you have, or I'll knock you to the ground and take it myself. Believe me, the latter option is not a wise decision... You have ten seconds to think about it.
"
Except for the thin young man who looked a little unhappy, the other people all looked at him with their hands on their shoulders and smiled. They didn't take out their weapons, and they didn't mean to gather around to build a momentum - this was obviously unnecessary in their view.
However, the man in the shadow turned his head and glanced at the arm on his shoulder, and said calmly: "I'll give you three seconds to take your hand away."
"...Walter?"
"time up."
After finishing his words, before the strong man could fully react, there was a flower in front of him. The shadow figure suddenly disappeared from the field of vision, replaced by the infinitely close blue and black stone wall. Bang, click, his head immediately buzzed, but he could
Hearing the extremely clear sound of broken nose bones, blood spurting out wildly, all kinds of tastes including sour, spicy, bitter, and salty suddenly came to my heart. For a moment, I even let out a subconscious scream and fell straight back.
Ordinary people would most likely fall into a coma after receiving such a blow, but this big man's physique was surprisingly good. His strong muscles did not grow in vain, and he did not shut down directly. But because of this, he felt more
There was so much pain that cannot be described in words - he covered his bloody nose with his hands and bent his waist like a prawn, lying on the ground rolling around and letting out a muffled hissing sound from his mouth.
After the stars in front of me dispersed, I regained my consciousness for a moment and looked up. There was only one standing figure in my field of vision. It was the Asian man whose face could not be clearly seen. His younger brother and several younger brothers were scattered on the snow at some point.
, motionless, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, allowing the former to find various things on their bodies, including wallets, mobile phones, machetes, and a pistol...
The technique is quite skillful!
Seeing this, the big man's eyes straightened, and for a moment he felt a sense of absurdity and illusion of time and space intersecting. We...were robbed?!
"Brother...brother! Let's talk about it. It's a misunderstanding. Really, it's all a misunderstanding... Let's talk about it..."
He was stammering and incoherent, but the strong man's attitude was undoubtedly good. In fact, he was armed with a gun on his waist. There was a possibility of counterattack and comeback, but he obviously had no such idea.
Holding his head, begging for mercy, he gave in quite like a bachelor.
"Where did you get this thing?"
"Ah?" After hearing the indifferent voice, the big man raised his head and looked at the figure squatting next to his younger brother, holding a red hat in his hand. After turning it over and over several times, he turned his head and looked this way, "This... what is this?"