Battlefield Contract Worker

Crazy Horse touched Lin Rui quietly and gave an inquiring wink, meaning to ask Lin Rui if he wanted to do something.

Lin Rui narrowed his eyes slightly, looked ahead, then turned back and made a gesture. Through the gesture, Crazy Horse saw Lin Rui's intention. He didn't want to disturb more militants, so Crazy Horse nodded, took out his dagger, and held it close to his forearm.

Shooting inside such an underground fortification would be loud enough to startle everyone. Lin Rui covered his face with the plaid turban on his head and walked over with Crazy Horse. The three armed men who were talking seemed to be aware of them, but Lin Rui and Crazy Horse's camouflage uniforms and headscarves were almost the same in image as these armed men, so they were extremely deceptive.

The armed men turned their heads and took a look. Although they noticed the person coming, they thought it was their own, so they didn't pay attention. Only one man raised his gun somewhat alertly, and Crazy Horse whispered hello in Arabic.

The militant was obviously hesitant. At this time, Lin Rui had already started to accelerate.

He took a few steps abruptly, and just when the militant noticed something abnormal, the black-painted dagger in his hand was thrown out suddenly. The knife was thrown with great force, and with a thud, it shot the militant through the neck. The other two militants were slightly stunned, then turned pale in shock, and immediately turned to fire.

But Crazy Horse had already charged up, slammed the head of one of the militants with an elbow, seized his weapon with one momentum, and hit the other with the **** it took. Lin Rui took a step forward, and the flying knee slammed the already out of balance militant into the wall. Sergey rushed up immediately, turned to cover the mouth of the militant, and stabbed him hard in the chest.

Blood poured out of the dagger and fell to the ground with a faint ticking sound. But this movement, after all, is much smaller than the shooting, and the other militants in the underground fortifications were not disturbed.

Lin Rui breathed a sigh of relief and extended his thumb to Sergey. Sergey nodded, slowly letting go of the militant's corpse against the wall, and fell silently to the ground. The Russian guy's supplementary knife did save them a big trouble. Otherwise, it would be troublesome to let this militant speak out.

Lin Rui pulled out the dagger from the corpse on the ground, turned around and walked to the door to listen to the movement inside, then turned around and waved to Crazy Horse. Crazy Horse walked to the door and took out the detector from his tactical bag. In a confined space, this sound wave positioning instrument can locate the location of everyone inside through the faint breathing sound. A lot of red dots appeared on the LCD screen.

Crazy Horse immediately made a judgment through these red dots, and made a gesture, the third from the left and the fourth from the right! ! ! "Seven enemies! The rescue target is also in the room. They should be held in the corner of the room. How to deal with it?" Crazy Horse whispered.

Lin Rui looked down at the approximate location of the enemy and shook his head, "The enemy on the right is too close to the rescue target, and a strong attack can easily cause accidental injuries."

"So what? These people should be guards and won't leave their positions easily." Crazy Horse whispered.

"They won't leave easily, so lead them to leave." Lin Rui whispered, "As I said before, they and the secret society should only have a transactional relationship, and there is no mutual trust. So in what they want Maklovsky won't be released until they get it. They should be waiting for someone from the secret society to come. If they tell them they have arrived. Those armed men will come out to check. We can deceive some of the people inside. ."

"Are you sure?" Crazy Horse whispered. "You are just guessing the relationship between these militants and the secret society. What if it's wrong?"

"If we were wrong, these Russian soldiers would have died long ago. They are still alive, which means my guess is right. There is not much interaction between the rebels and the secret society. They help the secret society. Society, purely because of the benefits promised by the secret society, either money or arms." Lin Rui whispered. "This is a condition that any rebel group can't refuse. But they won't trust the people of the secret society. So as long as they know that the people of the secret society are coming, they will definitely come out to check."

"I think we can give it a try, if we can draw some of them out. We'll be more sure." Jiangishi nodded.

"Check the vicinity. There is no wireless signal in the underground fortifications, but there should be telephone lines for communication. If we can find the telephone lines, we can send false information to the people inside and lead them out." Lin Rui whispered.

"By the way, the communication room we passed by before." Sergey whispered, "There should be communication equipment there, and it should be possible to send false information through this~www.readwn.com~ to lure them out."

Lin Rui nodded, "Smart, you and Crazy Horse went there. There is a schematic diagram of the wiring on the wall of the communication room, and you know Russian, you know which line this room is. Crazy Horse understands Arabic. After finishing, he will let him Pretend to be militants to contact the people inside, lead them out and hand them over to us for resolution. First deal with this group of people, and then try to rush in to save them.”

"Understood." Sergey nodded and walked with Crazy Horse towards the communication room of the underground fortification.

Although this underground fortification is not big, the layout is similar. Although I have walked through it before, it is not too easy to find. Sergey finally found the location of the communication control room based on his previous memory. He asked Crazy Horse to stare him down the aisle to avoid anyone coming over to find it, and he quickly started picking locks.

The lock was a little old, and the copper core key wasn't rusted, but it took Sergey a while to pick it open.

"It's done, come in with me." Sergey made a gesture and walked into the underground communication room with Crazy Horse. With the flashlight, Sergey looked at everything in the room. The old communication equipment was dusty but still usable. Because it is a military building, in order to facilitate the rapid repair of communication lines in wartime, a schematic diagram of the circuit layout is posted on the wall of such a communication room.

Sergey brushed off the dust, looked at the drawings on the wall and said in a low voice, "This should be it, we are currently here, the communication control room. The location we were just now should be here, Line 6. The line here looks like Someone moved, it should be those militants, they should have used the original telephone line here to communicate."

"Then can you pretend to be someone outside and communicate with them through the transfer line?" Crazy Horse asked in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)