Battlefield Contractor

The black officer had entered the room. He suddenly overturned the closet to the ground, took out a bag from it, took out the money hidden in it, and carried it on his back. Then he changed his military uniform and wanted to run with a backpack. But as soon as he straightened up, he heard a soft noise in his ears. He is a soldier, and of course he is very familiar with this sound, which is the sound of a pistol pulling the trigger.

He hadn't turned around, and a gun had reached the waist of the black officer. "Stand not move."

The sweat from the sideburns of the black officer was dripping, "Okay, I won't move."

"You know who we are." The person behind him said coldly.

"I don't know." The cold sweat of the black officer had already flowed to his neck.

"I have done what I asked you to do?" the man asked in a low voice.

"It's done, it's done." The black officer nodded tremblingly.

"Sit down and pick up the pen on the table." A man in gray shook his gun at the black officer. The black officer was forced to pick up a pen on the table.

"Okay, let it go. We only want your fingerprints. I have prepared the other things." The man in gray took out a piece of paper and put it on the table. "Do you know what this is?"

The black officer shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"It's a suicide note. It says that you assassinated General Logan. You were instructed by General Brewer. Then you suddenly found out in your conscience that you committed suicide with guilt. Before you died, you wrote down everything. Including how he instructed. Yours, how much did you get?" The man in gray said with a light smile. "It's all recorded."

"You, you..." The black officer was shocked.

"Yes, we are going to kill you. Then everything is perfect. You'd better not move, otherwise it will be difficult to imitate the angle of the suicide bullet." The man in gray laughed, and the corners of his mouth showed no contempt. Cover up.

Just as he was about to do it, two more gray-clothed men from the Red Tide Squad arrived, "No, someone is coming."

"Who?" The man in gray whispered.

"I don't know, they guarded the door." One of the gray-clothed men whispered. "There are at least two at the door. What should I do now?"

"It's too late to arrange the scene carefully. Kill this person first." Another man in gray immediately turned his gun and fired a shot at the temple on the side of the black officer's head. The black officer was pressed by him, almost killed by a single shot, and stopped moving after two convulsions, and the bag with banknotes on his body also fell to the ground.

"Done, let's go!" the man in gray whispered, "rush out from the door."

It's just that as soon as they showed up, they were forced to come back by a burst of shooting. "Do you see clearly, how many of them?" The man in gray, headed by him, asked in a low voice from behind. "Hey, a few...oh! Damn!" He stretched out his hand to pat his companions, but he patted a hand with warm blood. A companion next to him had been shot, and he seemed to be seriously injured and there was no way to escape.

The man in gray stretched out his arm without hesitation and suddenly broke the neck of the injured companion. Whether it is from the perspective of making companions suffer less, or killing others. This is his best choice at the moment. The other grey-clothed man by his side also understood, so he was not surprised at all. He just made a gesture to him, "The door to go out was guarded, and the two people completely sealed us in terms of angle."

"Damn it, it must be those mercenaries." The gray-clothed man whispered, "This height outside is nothing. We use a cable to drop and walk through the window!"

"Understood!" The other man in gray rushed to the window with a quick step and fastened a downhill rope to the window sill, but when he looked up, he was hit by a shot! The gun came quickly and accurately. The gray-clothed man in this red tide team was shot headshot and blood splashed all over the ground.

"There is a sniper!" The last remaining man in gray looked at the bullet hole in the window glass in surprise, and then quickly moved his body away from the window.

"You have nowhere to run. The Red Tide team, but that's all, will instruct some incompetent people to help you out. When it's time to see the truth, none of them dare to show up." Crazy Horse is outside. Said mockingly, "If you don't come out, I will go in."

The grey-clothed man in the Red Tide Team was holding a gun in his hand while watching vigilantly at the other side of the room by the window. He knew that there must be a sniper outside, and the chance of sliding down through the window was not great. Although there are two people guarding the doorway, they don't seem to have much patience. Maybe they will come in on the initiative. As long as you can get rid of one of them after you come in, your chances of rushing out from the door are greatly increased.

After making up his mind, the man in gray suddenly came out, fired several shots at the doorway, and then deliberately let out a scream when Crazy Horse and the others fought back, disguising the illusion that he was injured. He leaned against the wall with a gun in his hand, and only waited for Crazy Horse and Sergey to rush in and fired on them immediately.

Unfortunately, he made the wrong calculation. There was indeed someone rushing in from outside, but it was not Crazy Horse and Sergey at the door, but the position of the window sill. Lin Rui silently climbed from the sling hanging from them to the window, and he shot his head out. Although the man in gray in the Red Tide Team was not hit by this shot, he was shocked. He quickly turned the gun and fired back, but immediately found that his arm was suffering from a sharp pain, and he fell weakly.

Sergey flashed out from one side and drew the knife from the gray man's arm. At the moment when the gray clothed man turned his muzzle, Sergey rushed up with a knife. His small knife cut the tendon and ligament of one of the gray clothed man's arms very sharply. The cut was accurate and fast! When the grey-clothed man in the Red Tide team reacted, one of his own hands was already gone. A cold light flashed, and the knife had reached the throat of the red tide member.

"Don't kill him." Lin Rui jumped in from the window, "Keeping him is useful."

"Damn it, this guy almost hit me just now." Crazy Horse knocked the gray man to the ground with a punch unceremoniously and tied it up with a nylon tie.

"Are you okay?" Lin Rui patted him.

"It's okay, but a few other people are dead, and this one is the only one left." Sergey checked the surroundings and whispered, "The black officer is also dead, and they faked the suicide scene. They plan to take this one. The assassination was planted on General Brewer. Look, even the forged suicide note is ready."

"Don't study that, check the bodies of these red tide players to see if there are any clues that can trace Black Pearl Betty and other assassins." Lin Rui whispered.

"Why don't you check this room? Since Black Pearl Betty has fooled around with this guy here, maybe there will be any clues left." Sergey whispered.

"Alright, you can check it harder, but I feel that the woman is too cunning to leave any clues. The key point is to look at these red tide players." Lin Rui waved.

(End of this chapter)