Battlefield Contractor

Lin Rui greeted the bodyguards in a low voice, "I need a good marksman to be an assistant, who is willing to help?"

"Well, I'm fine." One of the bodyguards whispered.

"Very good, buddy. Take off your brand-name suit, put on the clothes of this militant, and put on the hood." Lin Rui whispered.

The bodyguard nodded, quickly tidyed himself up, and put on the hoods of those militants. "Are we going to get in?"

"Yes. There is a leader among these, and he is now in the conference room. Those generals are also in his hands, but he dare not act rashly. Those hostages are the best bargaining chips in his hands. He won't be casual. Sacrifice them. So we have a great chance of rushing in to fix them." Lin Rui automatically pushed the mpsaa-12 in his hand into the bodyguard's hand. "Put this on your chest and make sure I can get it quickly, okay?"

"Understood." The bodyguard who had put on black clothes and hoods nodded.

"Okay, use this to handcuff me now." Lin Rui took a nylon handcuffs and cut two invisible gaps with a dagger. In this way, as long as he exerts force, the nylon handcuffs will break.

"Are you sure?" the bodyguard said helplessly.

"Of course. You just push me in, and all their attention will be on me. No one will notice you. As long as we cooperate well. Everything will be fine." Lin Rui took a deep breath. are you ready?"

"Okay, sir." The bodyguard nodded.

"Yelena, you take other people in ambush outside. After we enter, pay attention to the movement of the corridor. I only need you to help me resist for three to five minutes. Let me have time to fix the people in the meeting room." Lin Rui continued to command. . "Okay, come on, tie it up for me. Use their radio to contact the boss."

"Understood." Yelena shot into the air while the bodyguard pressed the communicator.

Gunshots came out of the communicator, and the leader of the black man who had just picked up the communicator to answer frowned. He shouted, "No. 7, what's the matter? I am No. 1. Answer me, what's wrong with you. ?"

Lin Rui made a gesture to the bodyguard. The bodyguard said nervously, "Report, I am safe here. I think I have caught the escaped bodyguard, but we did not find the Korean. It must be the bodyguard who hid him somewhere. The bodyguard sent in."

"Good job number seven!" The leader of the militant in black was very happy. "Bring that guy over, and I can get enough information out of his mouth. As long as that Korean is killed, everything will be fine. We are. Even if his mission is over."

"Okay, I'll be there soon. Hey, give me old-fashioned!" There was a heavy beating, accompanied by Lin Rui's painful moan.

All this made the leader of the black militant extremely happy. Seeing that the task is about to be completed, as long as the Korean is killed, they can send a signal to the outside to let the US military rush in. And they will put down their guns at the first time and lie on the ground to cooperate. In this way, the task is simply perfect. "

Soon the black-clothed and masked bodyguard walked into the conference room with Lin Rui, who had been tied back. Several senior officers in the conference room looked a little ugly when they saw Lin Rui had been captured. Originally thought that this bodyguard would be their first chance, but now it seems that this last chance is completely gone.

But the black-clothed militant leader was very happy. He walked over and grabbed Lin Rui and shouted, "Where is that Korean? Hand over that guy! Maybe I can make you die less."

Lin Rui looked exhausted, tilted his head and gasped, "You can't find him."

The militant leader flew into a rage and grabbed his chest and sternly said, "Do you want to die? Bastard!"

Lin Rui's face was full of bruises and scars because of the fight with Pluto, and his eye sockets were also torn, and he looked very embarrassed. It was as if he had already suffered a fat beating. The bodyguard behind him, wearing a militant costume and wearing a hood, walked up and slammed the back of Lin Rui's head with a gun.

Lin Rui seemed to be knocked out and slipped naturally. But in the process of falling to the ground, he suddenly broke free of the nylon handcuffs, and pulled out the mpsaa-12 that was hanging on the shoulder of the bodyguard behind him.

"Boom!" Before a militant could react, he was shot into the air. He hit the wall behind him hard, and all the outer layer of his body armor was broken. The bullet-proof composite ceramic pieces were blown to pieces, the inner layer of Kevlar was shot through several layers, and the shoulders and face were all bloody.

The militant leader froze in the air with a gun gesture. "Don't move!" Lin Rui said coldly. The hot muzzle in his hand was pressed against the chin of the militant leader. "As long as my hand moves. Your brain will splash on the ceiling. Then it will trickle down the ceiling like porridge."

The bodyguard did not miss the opportunity to raise the gun in his hand, and fired several armed men on the spot, and shouted, "Everyone, don't move!"

"Let your people put down the gun." Lin Rui calmly pointed the gun at the black-clothed leader.

"Hey, don't be impulsive, you don't know what you are doing." The black-clothed militant leader's chin has been burned with a red mark by the temperature of the muzzle. He said nervously, "Hey, man, we don't want to hurt anyone. This is just a misunderstanding."

"Fuck your mother's misunderstanding!" The bodyguard punched the militant in the face and pulled off his hood.

"It's you?" A major general of the U.S. Army looked at him in surprise.

"Who is he?" Admiral Vincent frowned. "Do you know him?"

"He is a liaison officer for the CIA." The major general frowned. "But what is going on?"

The militant leader was a little speechless and could only helplessly say, "I advise you to let me go. This is a secret mission of the Ministry of National Defense and the Joint Council."

"Fart!" Lin Rui kicked him to the ground. "The Ministry of National Defense will let you kidnap the highest commander of the US Army in Korea? Believe it or not, I will shoot you in the head!?" He raised that one. The powerful mpsaa-12 automatic ****** blasted the wall with a shot.

The militant leader shrank from the corner for a while and said loudly, "Damn, what do you want to do, I have a special mission. This is a mission for the US military! All this is a plan."