Battlefield Contract Worker

Lin Rui walked at the front of the team. His head-mounted night vision device bumped into the tunnel wall from time to time. What he saw through the night vision device felt like a constantly shaking TV screen. Walking in such a dark tunnel is a very dangerous job. No one knows if they will suddenly encounter a trap.

What can be seen through the night vision device is only a very vague scene, and the gas mask on the face cannot be taken off. Most of the time, they had to rely on their own hands to touch everything in the tunnel, carefully groping for hidden strings and booby traps.

After finally crawling through this narrow area, they came to a relatively wide passage, allowing them to walk straight. But after walking a few steps, Lin Rui suddenly pressed his hand on the soil in front of him. He felt a little abnormal, and quickly tapped the communication headset with his hand, "Stop moving forward."

"What's wrong, boss?" Sergey whispered from behind.

"There is a situation." Lin Rui said in a low voice, "There is something wrong with the ground in front of you, first move forward slowly." He crawled and scratched the soil with his hands, then touched it down with his hands, and said in a low voice, "The flap trap ."

This flipper trap is a very common trap, usually covered with a thin plank of wood, but full of spikes on both sides. If the foot is stepped down, due to the action of gravity, the **** on both sides will close together, and the sharp two rows of spikes will bite the sunk calf like the mouth of a crocodile. Even those who fall into the trap and pull out their feet afterwards will be dragged with a wounded leg that is unable to fight.

"Damn it, it really is an Afghan-style flapper trap. I also have one here." Crazy Horse also found a trap on the left side of Lin Rui's side.

"Everyone, be careful. It seems that this Mr. Marlboro is not simple." Lin Rui whispered, "I said it long ago, don't think he is just a cigarette smuggler. He is a trained veteran terrorist."

This tunnel is narrow and wide in some places. As they expected, there is still a water source and a ditch in the tunnel. Lin Rui and others almost stepped in. As I walked further, there was a faint light. It's like a light, and the light is obviously dim and flickering slightly, and it seems that the voltage is unstable.

Lin Rui made a gesture and took off the night vision device. First, it was to save the power of the night vision device. Second, it was impossible to see anything when using the night vision device in a lighted place. After a few team members took off the night vision goggles, they slowly moved forward and found a basement that was not very large. There are many bicycles in a row.

There are bikes in the basement, it's a joke. When they got closer, they found that this was the place for emergency power generation. Those bicycles were all modified human-powered generators that generated electricity by pedaling bicycles. The bicycles on the market for these power generation bicycles are similar, with hubs, gears, pedals... Of course, in order to generate electricity, it also provides generators, batteries, etc.

It should be used for emergency power supply in this tunnel in an emergency. There is no noise and exhaust gas, it is safe and concealed, and it is purely powered by human pedaling bicycles. It is also a good emergency measure. Turner, an agent of the CIA, looked at the map in his hand and said in a low voice, "There was no such emergency power station here, at least there is no emergency power station on the map. It looks like it should have been excavated later. This Mr. Marlboro's lair should still be there. Front."

Lin Rui looked down and nodded, "It shouldn't be too far." He took out the poisonous gas canister that looked like a black kettle, and said in a low voice, "Start from here?"

Turner nodded, "This thing is very volatile, and within a few minutes the anesthetic gas will fill the tunnel."

Lin Rui opened the gas canister. Although it was a gas canister, it seemed to contain some kind of ointment-like liquid. These liquids seemed to vaporize quickly in the air, and after falling to the ground, the bubbles kept turning over.

"The CIA stuff is all messed up, and I don't know if it works or not." Sergey shook his head and muttered.

"I'll know when the time comes." Crazy Horse whispered.

The further forward, the brighter the light ahead, and under the lights on both sides, there are faint shadows shaking. There seem to be a few more people talking.

Lin Rui listened and whispered, "It seems to be Arabic. Crazy Horse, can you hear what they are saying?"

Crazy Horse leaned in and listened for a while and shook his head, "The voice is too soft to understand."

Turner whispered, "That location should be where Mr. Marlboro is hiding, and he will definitely be protected by many armed men."

"Ready." Lin Rui whispered, "Let's go and see."

"Don't worry, we'll wait for the anesthetic to take effect." Turner shook his head. After waiting for a few more minutes, the voices there gradually faded away. Lin Rui bent down and touched it forward. The submachine gun in his hand had already been equipped with a muffler.

Lin Rui made a gesture, Crazy Horse and Sergey bent over and ambush to the other side, while Lin Rui took a step forward and stuck his head out, observed it, and then walked slowly over. Several militants were lying on the ground, and looking at their appearance, they had fallen into a coma.

Sergey kicked and found that they couldn't wake up at all. "Well, I have to say at least this time, the Yankee stuff works."

Turner walked past him, armed with a submachine gun, turned to single-shot mode, and fired a shot in the head of every unconscious militant.

"What is this~www.readwn.com~ They all fainted." Sergey frowned. "Is it fun to shoot someone who can't fight back?"

"Safety," Turner shook his head. "I'm not a hero, I'm not a soldier, I'm an agent, and they're terrorists. There's no need to talk chivalry to terrorists. Do you expect me to fight them face-to-face? "

"He did the right thing. We are now going deep into the enemy camp. For the sake of safety, if any of them wake up, it will be very detrimental to our actions." Lin Rui shook his head. "There is no Mr. Marlboro among these people. Take the time to check to see if there are any organs and secret doors around. These armed guards will not appear here for no reason."

Sergey turned around and checked around, "Damn, isn't this Mr. Marlboro hiding here?"

"Impossible, look at this." Crazy Horse dragged a militant's body over and tore his clothes. "Kevlar body armor with bulletproof inserts. This is not standard for terrorists. These terrorists are not afraid of death, and they are willing to strap bombs to carry out human bombing attacks. Under what circumstances do you think they would wear them? Bulletproof vest?"

"Unless they are protecting something very important." Lin Rui whispered.