War Paradise

Ding Dong!

With a pleasant sound, the elevator door in front of Sam Fisher opened again, and what entered his line of sight was a dark passage.

Sam put on the night vision goggles neatly and pulled out his long-used FN-57 pistol. The high-performance silencer on the muzzle made the barrel a little bloated.

As an agent who is always performing secret missions, this man is almost the ultimate in sneaking combat. He has infiltrated and assassinated all over the world, and United States will not admit the existence of this number at all. Even if he dies in the mission, he will only become an unidentified corpse.

After hundreds of infiltration operations, Sam Fisher has already become a real "ghost agent", unless he is in an open space with no cover, he can always find a way to infiltrate.

Even in the seemingly empty metal passage, it is not completely impossible.

Sam put away the pistol, pressed the switch on the side of his pair of black tactical gloves, then stretched out his hands and pressed it against the metal wall, climbing up the wall like a gecko. His hands seemed to be sucked on the ceiling, and his feet were glued to the top of the passage.

The agent moved slowly across the ceiling in a reptile-like posture, without making a sound. The black combat uniform completely melted into the shadows, and walked silently in the dark.

There was deathly silence in the passage below, and no footsteps or any other sound could be heard. Sam watched the situation underneath vigilantly and continued to move slowly forward.

What he used was not "gecko adsorption gloves", but the latest magnetic equipment developed by the military. This secret weapon was not even put into the special forces. Only top agents like Sam Fisher were equipped. Top-secret equipment that is still under development.

"..."

The passage was so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat, Sam increased his crawling speed slightly, and when he was about to pass the corner, he heard a low chatting voice on the other side of the corner, as if from a close distance:

"Find them."

"Expand...Expand..."

"need more……"

——What are these people talking about?

Sam frowned slightly, his brows hidden by the eyepieces.

He silently stretched out his left hand, installed a miniature camera on the ceiling in the corner, switched the eyepiece to the shooting mode, and suddenly a clear black and white picture appeared in front of his eyes:

The three men were standing five meters away on the other side of the corner, communicating in a low voice. This kind of scene has been seen countless times in Sam's career, this time it should be solved easily, but...

There seems to be something wrong with these people.

Perceiving the other party's weirdness, Sam did not act immediately, but continued to stay at the top of the ceiling, observing the three people in the camera.

These guys don't look like soldiers, nor are they equipped with any weapons. They should be just residents of the shelter, but this is weird:

If they are chatting, the movements of these three people are too "stiff". No one would stand still in place when chatting with friends, like three sculptures.

Looking at the three weird people in the camera who didn't make any movements, just stood in place and talked. Sam Fisher thought for a few seconds, but decided to act as usual.

For this body that has experienced countless secret actions, the assassination has long been an action written instinct. Sam climbed forward two steps, the magnetic device on the gloves and shoes suddenly closed, and the whole person suddenly began to fall in the air. Draw out the pistol and fired three bullets at the three.

The gunshots suppressed by the agents with a silencer interrupted the unexplained chat of the three of them. Three blood flowers spurted from the heads of the three. Sam's bullets blasted into their heads without error.

However, the three of them did not fall down, but suddenly turned their heads to look at Sam.

In the decades of his career as an agent, Sam Fisher has never seen anyone who is unresponsive after being headshot. Faced with an unreasonable situation, even this agent was taken aback for a while and made a surprised voice:

"Um?"

Then, he saw the three people suddenly opened their mouths, and a group of black insects gushed out of their mouths.

From nowhere, an enthusiastic male voice sounded: "Welcome!"

...

"Fisher, reply."

The commander who remained on the ground tried to use radio to contact own subordinates, but the depth of the underground shelter was obviously beyond his imagination.

From a hundred meters underground, it is natural that the signal from the ground cannot be received. After several attempts, the commander gave up his intention to continue contacting the agent.

It stands to reason that as long as Sam Fisher is out, there is no need to worry. But for some reason, an inexplicable sense of irritability rose from the commander's heart.

"Is it an illusion..." he muttered in a low voice.

——In this refuge, there may be incredible dangers hidden. Leaving here now is the right choice.

The commander forcibly suppressed his irritability, opened the own status bar and took a look, and confirmed the current value:

Character name: Star Wreckage.

Domination points: 0.

Prestige: 0.

Kills: 0

Strength: 17.

Agility: 14.

Stamina: 15.

Lucky: 12.

The commander hiding in the ruins stared silently at the door of the newsstand and waited patiently for about five minutes before the closed metal door finally opened again.

The agent dressed in black came out, but his movements were obviously slower, not as agile as usual. Sam Fisher limped towards the ruins with two blood stains on his head.

Seeing this scene, Star Wreckage immediately greeted him, his expression on his wrinkled vicissitudes face suddenly became solemn.

He held Sam's right arm, helped the agent into the ruins, and asked unambiguously, "What's the situation below?"

The agent shook his head, took off the tri-tube eyepiece on his head and handed it to the commander, whispering: "Look at it for yourself."

After putting on the eyepieces, Star Wreckage appeared before the eyes of the eyepiece built-in camera. After witnessing the incredible image, the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen.

"This place is not suitable... as a hiding place." Sam shook his head, and reached out to wipe the blood from his forehead.

Faced with the overwhelming worm tide alone, it was a miracle that he could escape alive. If you change the special forces, you will definitely suffer heavy casualties!

"indeed so."

Star Wreckage nodded, and ordered the soldiers around him: "Prepare to retreat."

"Commander, what's going on in the refuge?" Even though he didn't know what happened, the engineer noticed the strange atmosphere.

"Nothing, goodbye." The commander named "Star Wreck" waved to the engineer.

"How are you—"

The question was just at the beginning, and it was cut off neatly by the dull gunfire. The engineer with an extra bullet hole in his eyebrows collapsed in the ruins.

From the Star Wreck's point of view, this ghost place cannot be used as a hiding place at all. In this case, the engineer is completely worthless.

However, the group of people who stayed inside may not have died yet. Therefore, if those people are still alive, they can receive the "souvenirs" left by themselves:

"Before evacuation, arrange booby traps in front of the newsstand."

Speaking of this, Star Wreck raised his mouth and smiled: "Leave them some fun."

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