Battlefield Contract Worker

phone-reading

The dark and stale ventilation ducts stretched long underground, seemingly endless, enough to suffocate any normal person from claustrophobia. Except for Sergey, he is not a normal person. Or he had an experience that was absolutely different from normal.

Born in Russia in the 1980s, he lived through the last turbulent period of the Soviet Union throughout his childhood. Since living on the streets, he survived by stealing. The darkness gave him not coldness but warmth. For him, compared to the dark abandoned subway station, the outside world is cold and cruel.

He was almost beaten to death for theft. The person who beat him was a strong Russian man more than two meters tall. To him, Sergey was just a hooligan and a shameless thief, but he never regarded him as a human being. It also seems to have forgotten that people have to eat. It is not his own grief that a child needs to steal in order to survive, but the grief of the whole world.

A few years later, Sergey stabbed him to death with a knife. That year, Sergey was fourteen years old. If he hadn't met Silver Wolf, maybe he would have spent his entire life in prison.

Sergey shook his head, trying to get rid of the memory of the past in his mind. In this ventilation duct, it can always remind him of his previous life. He sniffed hard, discerning where the air was fresher, and sped into action. He was like a mouse accustomed to surviving in the dark.

Soon he found a ventilation window, and Sergey moved quietly to the edge of the ventilation window and looked out. The vent was in the upper part, and through the vent's shutters, he could vaguely see what was going on below. He saw gun racks, a simple wooden table, and an old-fashioned telephone. Several Colombian guerrillas were conversing in Spanish.

The corner of Sergey's mouth raised a smile. This was the dormitory of a guerrilla, and he saw the cards on the table. Because the guards outside were tight, the security inside was not too tight, and these guerrillas even played cards together.

Sergey retracted and squeezed himself into the ventilation tube again. It took him two full hours to figure out the structure of the entire underground fortification. Most of the vents are normal models, with a width of nearly 80 cm, and people can pass through normally, but some places are equipped with heavy iron grilles, which are obviously added later.

Sergey was in the ventilation duct, biting the flashlight with his teeth, took out the blueprint and looked at it. The original drawings of these things are not available, and the installation of these iron fences in the later period must be to prevent people from passing through the ventilation holes. And several passages there have been changed, only 30 centimeters wide.

The purpose of this change is definitely to detain prisoners.

Sergey frowned. Although he couldn't pass, he could get inside the fortification through other vents and take a look inside.

It's a bit dangerous, but it's the best thing he can do at the moment. Sergey glanced at his watch, he had more than two hours left. This time is enough for him to go in and explore the truth.

Sergey put away the flashlight, took out a short knife from his waist, moved to one side, pried open the blinds with the knife, rolled over and rolled in. He closed the vent shutters silently. The surrounding environment is very dark, but Sergey is used to this kind of darkness. He touched it lightly, and looked around with a flashlight.

Here is an empty room with an iron door. Sergey listened to the movement outside, then pushed the door out, and quickly hid into the darkness. There is an aisle outside, and the end of the aisle should be the cell of the Colombian Armed Forces, with several heavy iron gates in a row. Completely separate that area from the tunnel.

Sergey checked the lock on the iron door, and quickly pried the door with a lock-picking tool. This old-fashioned mechanical lock was useless for an experienced lock-picker like him. Although this lock is heavy and thick, it looks solid, but it is not very useful.

Sergey immediately locked the door as soon as he entered. He cautiously walked along the wall, a little bit inside. This is indeed a prison, with at least seven or eight cells in it. All were heavy iron doors with a window opening above them. It was so dark inside that it was impossible to see from the outside.

But Sergey could hear clearly that there were people inside, because their breathing was a little heavy. He leaned close to the window and flashed his flashlight in. A person can be seen huddled on the side of the room, wearing a suit, apparently taken hostage.

"His!" Sergey said a little to the man.

The man raised his head and looked at the window with some doubts. The light of the flashlight made him unable to open his eyes. He blocked the light with his hand, and a tumbling flashed to the side~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Sergey saw this man's face clearly, and found that he was not the target he was looking for, but looked at his black suit, and his agile action. It should be the bodyguard around the target.

"Who are you?" the man in the black suit shouted in a deep voice.

"Shh, hush, we're here to get you out," Sergey whispered, "Where is that UN official held?

The man in the black suit came over, looked outside alertly, and said, "Are you the commandos who came to rescue us?"

"That's it. Don't talk nonsense, where is that person locked up?" Sergey said in a low voice.

"I know how to find him, let me out, and I'll take you to find him." The man in the black suit whispered.

"It's not yet time, man. I'm just here to find the way. We need to know the exact location of the target before we can determine the rescue plan." Sergey whispered, "Where is he being held?"

"I'm his bodyguard, and I'm injured. But before we were attacked, we put the GPS tracker on him. With this, you can find him." The black-clothed bodyguard said with difficulty.

"You hid the locator?" Sergey reached for it from the window. The bodyguard in black also stretched out his hand, trying to give him something.

But as soon as their hands touched, the black-clothed bodyguard's wrist suddenly flipped, pulling Sergey's hand down. With the other hand, he handcuffed a handcuff to Sergey's wrist with a "click", and the other hand was handcuffed to the railing of the iron gate.

Sergey was taken aback, but it was too late. He suddenly realized that he had been fooled. Even if this person is really the bodyguard of the target person, how can he not be searched after being captured, and how can he still carry a positioning device? You are really being too careless! l3l4

(Sikushu)