War Paradise

The rattling breath spread in the underground dark space, and Mr. Bang Bang's heavy footsteps broke the brief silence.

This is the end of the matter, and I can only have a close encounter with that guy and the net is broken. However, just as the robot was about to enter the residential area, its pace suddenly stopped.

The rear elevator made a harsh rubbing sound, and it started ascending again. When the noise sounded, Lin Chi was also a little surprised.

——Is the seemingly scrapped elevator operating again? Could it be that other engineers entered this safe house?

Recalling what the engineer called the "group graduation project", Lin Chi sighed.

Needless to say, things should have become more complicated.

...

At the same moment, beside the newsstand on the street corner, a group of soldiers armed to the teeth have quickly established a temporary position, ready to deal with the enemy that may appear at any time.

The clothes of these soldiers are weird dark blue, the surface of the unusually smooth combat uniforms is shining in the direct moonlight, and they wear masks and goggles on their heads. There is no skin on the top and bottom of the whole body. It is a bit like being in the water for a long time. Frogman lurking down.

Unlike the divers, they did not carry oxygen cylinders on their backs, and used the G36C assault rifle with a short barrel, the standard weapon of the ground forces.

At this time, under the protection of these strange-looking soldiers, a bearded man with a peaked cap was standing in front of the newsstand, staring at the code dial with furrowed brows, with a serious expression on his rough face.

"Is the password okay?" the man standing next to the engineer spoke.

"It's definitely this. If it's wrong, I've been electrocuted now." The engineer frowned and looked at the man.

Saved owner from the bloodthirsty mercenaries. It was this tall, sturdy-faced man. This man wore a brown beret with a small but unusually powerful muscle. He was camouflaged by a set of urban camouflage. Suit wrapped. His face is smeared with gray and black oil paint, and every time his expression changes, a lot of wrinkles appear.

The appearance of this commander looked like the kind of veteran who had experienced many battles, which made people feel an inexplicable sense of peace of mind. Fortunately, the engineer who survived the bloody Kayaland city had no choice but to entrust his life to the commander and chose to move forward with this mysterious unit.

What the commander needs is a hiding place similar to the doomsday refuge.

Looking at the door of the newsstand that has not yet opened, the engineer can't help but recall the scene when he and a few other students completed this "graduation project". It would have been impossible for them to complete this without the help of the refuge technology company. The scale of the refuge.

Time flies, the school days have long been a long-lasting memory, and now I have a family, but I don’t know what happened to my family...

Thinking that Own's family was still alive or dead, and did not know where they were going, the engineer silently clenched his fists and waited for the door of the newsstand to open.

——The commander has promised that as long as he can help this troop find a safe hiding place, he can send a few soldiers to find his family with him. The engineer is also very clear that the other party may go back at any time, but now he has no other choice.

Without any fighting capacity, if he went to find his family alone, he would only end up violently on the streets. Even if you don't know whether the other party can be trusted, you can only temporarily send someone to the fence.

"Okay?" The commander's voice was calm and powerful.

"do not know……"

Before the engineer had finished speaking, he heard a click inside the newsstand. He immediately opened the door of the newsstand, and then he saw an unexpected scene:

The interior of the newsstand was already in a mess at this time, the metal "floor" was full of messy footprints, and there were handprints and blood stains on the walls. A few black bugs were crawling inside, and when they saw someone, they rushed over.

Happiness!

The commander pulled out his ownGLOCK-17 pistol, blasted a few bugs into pieces, looked down at the "broken corpse" bursting out colorless slime, and muttered, "What is this?"

"It seems that someone has arrived early!" The engineer stared at the messy scene inside the newsstand in surprise: "Only my old classmates have the password here. Could it be they..."

"Does your classmate have so many people?" The commander stared at the messy footprints.

The engineer shook his head: "Counting I have only four people."

"It seems that other troops have taken the lead."

Having said that, the commander raised his mouth, laughed, and said to the person who had been standing behind him: "You go down and search first."

"understood."

The hoarse voice rang, and a black shadow emerged from behind the commander, like a dark death god.

The man in a black one-piece combat uniform stared at the commander without blinking his green eyes. Even though his hair was grey, the stubble and rough skin on his face looked like he had suffered from vicissitudes of life. But the muscle contours under his combat uniform are still clear, highlighting this person's figure that is not inferior to that of young people.

"Sam Fisher, fourth echelon. The mission begins." The black agent whispered his own name.

"Go." The commander nodded.

Under the gaze of the special forces soldiers, the agent walked directly into the elevator, reached out and pressed the button inside, and the door of the newsstand slowly closed.

"Is it okay to be the only one? Commander," a special forces soldier asked.

"That guy is the number one agent in the world. If he can't do it, then we will only have a dead end." The commander smiled and inserted the GLOCK pistol into the holster.

"Number one in the world?" The special forces soldier's tone was a little suspicious.

"Can you sneak into the heavily guarded headquarters of Iran's'Quds Army' alone in five minutes?" the commander asked.

"No." The soldier shook his head.

"But he can. He seems to have sneaked into the CIA in ten minutes." The commander stared thoughtfully at the closed metal door of the newsstand.

——In the previous war, another of his entourage had already died, and the army under his command also lost six soldiers. But as long as Sam Fisher is still in the team, there is still hope of winning.

No matter what enemy lurks underground, it will not be the opponent of that agent. Because……

As long as it is a dark area that is not shrouded by sunlight, the "cell division" agent is the strongest assassin.

The secret killer who is not recognized by the United States has completed impossible missions in the battlefield like The Underworld countless times. And now, it's just an addition to his resume. Of course, that guy's resume will not be seen by anyone.

"Retreat, lurking nearby, don't let anyone approach the newsstand, we have to help him guard the gate." The commander issued a new order.

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