Battlefield Contractor

"Send my order to prepare Swift and his people. But you should never do anything until the identity of the target is determined." Maklovsky finally decided, "Even if this target is to escape this disaster, Never let him be on guard."

While Makovsky and members of the secret agency were trying their best to analyze the audio data provided by Swift in an attempt to locate Aladdin. Never thought they would be attacked.

Two secret agency militants on guard in the north area of ​​the building were suddenly attacked.

Two people are patrolling nearby. Suddenly a powerful arm stretched out from behind and strangled one of them by the throat.

Before the militant next to him had time to be surprised, a dagger had penetrated his left chest and slid along the ribs toward the flanks.

Lin Rui's clean knife cut the militant out of breath within a few seconds.

This was when he loosened slightly, another secret society militant who was holding it, put the dagger in his hand on the side of the carotid artery of the opponent.

"Where is Maklowski?" Lin Rui said calmly.

The secret society militant ignored him at all, and stretched out his hand to get a weapon. But when he reached halfway through his hand, Lin Rui slammed his neck with a neck and slammed it to the ground.

Lin Rui did not give him a second chance to speak, and kicked his neck heavily.

With the crisp sound of bone fragmentation, the neck of this secret society militant was horribly twisted.

"It should be just two patrolmen. Let's move on. The Russians will go with me, Crazy Horse will take the people there, and you will keep the sausage here." Lin Rui made a gesture and continued to lead the team members in the full reconstruction. Search inside the building.

At this time, Makovsky was still in a room waiting for the analysis results of the technicians.

"Hurry up, can you guys hurry up?" Makovsky paced back and forth, "The target may leave at any time."

"We are doing our best." The technician replied.

Just as Maklovsky was about to continue speaking and urging, a secret agency armed personnel who was originally in charge of the security mission suddenly ran in.

The armed personnel of the secret agency leaned into Makovsky's ear and whispered, "There may be something outside. Our two team members suddenly lost contact."

"When did it happen?" Makovsky's face changed slightly.

"Two minutes ago, their wireless communicator was on, but there was no response." The secret agency militant replied.

"Damn!" Maqlovsky immediately turned around, "There is a problem with this, we have to leave here immediately. Pack things, we will go now!"

When they were actually talking, something was suddenly thrown into the door, and then amid the huge bright light and explosion sound, several secret society militants shouted, "Flash bomb!"

In fact, it was not a simple flash bomb, but a US military M84 shock bomb. This special grenade can produce a strong flash of 8 million candles and a huge noise of 170 decibels. Because the visual cells of the human eye have a screen stay effect, it is the so-called film principle.

It takes at least 5 to 10 seconds to restore vision, and if you don't wear earmuffs, such a loud noise is enough to faint people.

Several secret service militants and technicians who were concentrating on comparing data were unprepared and were shocked by the shock.

But Maklovsky's reaction was far better than the others, he caught an object thrown into the room from the corner of his eye. He immediately held his head and rolled to the side.

After the shock bomb exploded, Lin Rui and others rushed in immediately. In this kind of housing space, the shocking explosive power is enough to make people lose the ability to resist.

So after Lin Rui and others came in, it didn't take much effort. Just raise a gun and shoot at the painful militants rolling on the ground.

"Da da da..." The short firing sound of the submachine gun, and the screams one after another.

"Check the corpse to make sure if the target is inside." Lin Rui whispered while holding the gun in one hand and pressing the earphone with the other hand.

"I didn't find it here." Sergey said loudly.

"I don't have one here either." Lin Rui frowned slightly, and immediately made a gesture to Sergey. Both of them held their weapons and walked forward on two sides.

This kind of building is undergoing a complete renovation, and all windows are no longer glass. Sergey dashed to the window and aimed out with his weapon.

But found that there was no one outside, he turned around and whispered to Lin Rui, "What's the matter? Isn't he here?"

Lin Rui reached out and touched the window, "What is this?"

"Bloodstain..." Sergey whispered.

"Someone has gone down from here. There is not much blood. It should have been scratched by the broken glass on the window sill while going down." Lin Rui whispered, "He went to the next floor. Inform Crazy Horse and let them stay in the corridor. Prepare your sausages. Makelovsky, it should be on the floor where they are now."

"This guy runs really fast." Sergey yelled angrily, and immediately radioed the other team members.

"We almost caught him just now. Sausage shot and wounded him on the shoulder. He couldn't run far." Crazy Horse's call came from the radio. "He is running to the south."

Maklovsky is now in a panic, completely lost his former demeanor. He was shot in the left shoulder and the blood flowed.

There was only one militant from the secret society around him, and everyone else should have been killed.

The two ran downstairs together. Maqlovsky's face was pale, he leaned against the corner and looked out, then turned to look at the secret society militant.

Maklovsky gasped, and whispered, "If we don't run far this way, they will catch up with us. You retreat first, and I will stay against them for a while."

"Sir, I should cover you." The secret society militant said loudly with a submachine gun.

"Stop talking nonsense, take this pistol and withdraw first. Give me the submachine gun, I need more firepower to suppress them." Maklovsky handed his pistol to the secret society militants, and changed him by the way. Submachine gun in hand.

Maklovsky waved his hand vigorously, "If you don't leave, there will be no time. I order you to rush out immediately, and I will give you time to break through here."

The secret agency militant stomped, "Okay, I'll meet you outside." Holding a pistol, he quickly rushed out of the building.

But just after he rushed out of the building more than twenty meters, there was a sniper shot. The militants of this secret agency fell to the ground, blood shed all over the ground.

Maklovsky was still leaning against the corner. He turned his head slightly to look at the sides of the building and cursed in a low voice.