Battlefield Contractor

"Leave now?" The team member said unexpectedly. "Just our team, is there no team escort?"

"It is estimated that the goal of the convoy **** is too large, and it is easier to attract attention. So only each team protects their departure. And they may also worry about leaks, and no one outside has notified.

You have to know that the boss of this witness Francis is Joseph Broz, a magical arms dealer. It is estimated that he is related in all aspects, so the above attaches great importance to confidentiality. Marion shook his head, "Go, let the brothers get ready, take the witnesses and leave immediately. "

After the player agreed and turned away. Marion still felt there was no bottom, he picked up the phone and dialed the phone of his immediate boss Mike Shawn.

He originally meant to confirm this task again. But after the call got through, McShane seemed to have known about it. Although the speaking rhythm sounds strange, it is McShawn that can still be heard.

This call made Marion completely relieved. After the team was ready, they were a group of 5 people, divided into two cars to protect the witness, and left quickly.

"They have come out." Sergey replied in a low voice in the wireless communicator while sitting in a car.

"How many people? How many cars?" Lin Rui asked.

"There are five people in total. The car in front is two federal agents, and the car behind is also two federal agents, plus a witness.

But there is a problem. I found that the witness was wearing a tracking locator on his ankle. Sergey whispered.

"Ankle GPS locator? I see, that witness was also an accomplice to the charges. So he was also restricted from freedom.

This ankle positioner is used to restrict movement. Let the prisoner stay at the designated location. When the scope of activity is exceeded, the alarm will sound and the coordinates of his action will be reported to the FBI personnel. "Zhao Jianfei nodded.

"If we intercept this witness, we have to try to remove the locator on his ankle." Lin Rui turned around and asked Sausage, "Do you have any idea?"

"Sergey will unlock the lock, this kind of ankle locator can't trouble him. And I also have a way to make the satellite positioning invalid, not as complicated as imagined. Only a simple short circuit can be burned back to the signal transmitter." Sausage Nodded and said.

"Okay." Lin Rui said while pressing the communication headset, "Where are they?"

"Central Avenue, will soon leave the town. Two kilometers out is a secluded country road. We can do it there." Sergey whispered.

"Very well, we are already in place." Lin Rui whispered. "You are responsible for continuing to follow them and report their route to us at any time.

Pay attention to protect yourself and not be discovered by them. I don't want to arouse their vigilance because of this. "

"Understand, I won't do anything wrong with this kind of thing. I'm staring at them, and they don't want to leave my sight." Sergey nodded and drove the car along.

The FBI agents have strong anti-reconnaissance experience, and one of them sensitively sensed that a car was following them. Reported to Marion immediately. "There is a car following us behind."

"That car? Probably not. It's a car in the town. Maybe it's just going out of town like us." Marion observed and nodded.

"How do you know?" a FBI member asked in a low voice.

"There is a person in his car. If they want to work on our goal. They will not just send one person." Marion shook his head, "At least a small team should be sent.

And the person driving is obviously a layman, really stalking, and won't get so close. Instead, it will spread the distance back and forth.

Joseph Broz, he should be a professional killer, not so unprofessional. "

Think about it, those team members, they have two cars and four people, and they should be able to cope even in situations.

When I came out, I drove forward until I got out of the town, it was a small country road. Trees are planted on both sides and the scenery is quite good.

However, as there are few people coming and going here, there are not many vehicles coming and going. At this moment, a car suddenly rushed out of the corner of the bend. The FBI driver who was driving was startled because it came out too fast.

He immediately dodged in the direction, and the opposite car was also in the direction, but because it rushed out too fast, it deflected and braked, causing the inertia of the vehicle to cross the entire car on the road.

"Damn it! What the hell?" The FBI driver poked his head out in irritation and cursed. "Drive the car over and get out of the road."

But while he was talking, a person wearing a mask came out from the opposite car window, holding a pistol with a muffler in his hand, and hitting him in the neck with one shot.

When the FBI driver saw the opponent fired, he immediately realized that it was not good, but when the incident happened suddenly, he had no time to evade. The neck seemed to be bitten by a mosquito. Suddenly a pain.

An anaesthetic bomb hit the driver. The driver suddenly found that his hand that had touched the handle of the gun was a little out of control. Then he fell heavily on the driver's seat.

"Protect the witnesses! Ask the headquarters for help! Tell them that we were attacked." Marion shouted loudly.

But before he could finish his words, the back of the car was hit hard. A car driven by Sergey slammed into their car bumper from behind.

The people in the car were stunned, and several people got off from the car opposite, all wearing masks and holding pistols.

Marion was about to raise a gun and shoot, and was shot in the shoulder, but it didn't hurt. He looked down at his shoulder in surprise.

On his shoulder was a small syringe. Almost at the same time it hit his shoulder, the medicine in the small syringe had already been injected into his body due to inertia.

"Damn it, it's an anesthesia gun..." Before Marion had time to unplug the needle on his shoulder, he felt that his hand was not very flexible. Then he fell headlessly on the car, his mind began to blur.

This group of people wearing masks was very efficient, and several federal agents in the car were eliminated in a few shots.

Only Francis, the panicked witness was left. "Don't kill me, I didn't say anything." Francis was pale.

"No one killed you, just helped you move to a safer place. You'll know when you get there. Don't try to resist, or you will be like them." One of the masked men gestured to Francis. "Get out of the car and go to our car. If you cooperate, you won't get hurt."