Battlefield Contract Worker

"Let's go now?" The team member said unexpectedly. "Just our team, no team escort?"

"It is estimated that the target of the convoy's **** is too large, and it is easier to attract attention. So only each team protects its own departure. And there may be concerns about leaks, and no one outside has notified.

You have to know that the boss of this witness, Francis, is Joseph Broz, a powerful arms dealer. It is estimated that he is related in various aspects, so the above attaches great importance to confidentiality. "Marion shook his head and said, "Go ahead, get the brothers ready, and go right away with the witnesses." "

After the team member agreed, he turned his head and left. Marion still felt hopeless, he picked up the phone and dialed the number of his immediate boss, McShane.

His original intention was to confirm this task again. But after the call was made, McShane seemed to have known about it. Although the rhythm of the speech sounded a bit odd, it was still McShane.

The call completely relieved Marion. After the team was ready, a group of five of them took two cars to protect the witness and left quickly.

"They've come out," Sergey replied in a low voice over the radio in a car.

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

"There were five people in total, two federal agents in the front car, two federal agents in the back car, plus a witness.

One problem though, I found out that the witness was wearing a tracking locator on his ankle. ' Sergey whispered.

"Ankle GPS locator? I get it, that witness was also an accused accomplice. So he was restrained as well.

This ankle positioner is used to limit movement. Let the prisoner stay in the designated location, and when he is out of range, the siren will sound, and the coordinates of his movement will be reported to the FBI. "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 can open the lock, and this ankle locator can't beat him. And I also have a way to disable the satellite positioning. It's not as complicated as I thought. Just a simple short circuit can burn back the signal transmitter." Sausage nodded.

"Okay." Lin Rui pressed the communication headset and said, "Where have they been?"

"Central Avenue, it's almost out of town soon. It's a secluded country road for more than two kilometers. We can do it there." Sergey whispered.

"Very good, we are already in place." Lin Rui whispered. "You are responsible for continuing to follow them and keep us informed of their routes.

Take care to protect yourself from being discovered by them. I don't want them to be alarmed by this. "

"Understood, I can't do anything like this. I'm staring at them, and they don't want to leave my sight." Sergey nodded and drove the car all the way.

The FBI agents have strong anti-investigation experience, and one of them is sensitive to the feeling that a car is following them behind. Immediately reported to Marion. "There's a car behind us."

"Is that car? It shouldn't be, it's a car in the town. Maybe it's just like us going out of town." Marion observed and nodded.

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

"There is a person in his car. If he wants to attack our target, they will not send only one person." Marion shook his head and said, "At least a team should be sent here.

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

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

The team members think about it too. They have two cars and four people, so they should be able to deal with the situation.

Go out and drive straight ahead until you get out of the town, which is a country road. There are trees on both sides, and the scenery is quite good.

But since there are very few people here, there are not many vehicles passing by. At this time, at the intersection at the corner, a car suddenly rushed out. Because it came out too fast, the FBI driver who was driving was startled.

He immediately steered to avoid, and the opposite car was also steering, but because it rushed out too fast, the deflection and braking caused the inertia of the vehicle to put the entire car on the road.

"Damn it! What are you doing?" the FBI driver stuck his head out angrily and cursed. "Pull the car over and get out of the way."

But just as he was speaking, a man wearing a mask came out of the opposite car window, holding a pistol with a muffler in his hand, and a shot hit him in the neck.

The driver of the FBI saw that the other party fired, and immediately realized that it was not good, but the incident happened suddenly, and he had no time to escape. It was like being bitten by a mosquito on the neck. Sudden pain.

A narcotic bullet hit the driver, and the driver suddenly found that his hand, which had touched the handle of the gun, was a little out of control. Then he fell heavily on the driver's seat.

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

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

The people in the car were knocked unconscious, and then several people got out of the car on the opposite side, all wearing masks and holding pistols in their hands.

Marion was about to raise a gun and shoot~www.readwn.com~ was also shot in the shoulder, but it didn't hurt very much. He looked down at his shoulder in surprise.

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

"Damn it, it's an anesthesia gun..." Before Marion could pull out the needle on his shoulder, he felt that his hand was no longer flexible. Then he fell headfirst into the car, and his sanity began to blur.

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

Only the terrified witness, Francis, remained. "Don't kill me, I didn't say anything." Francis paled.

"No one killed you, just moved you to a safer place. You'll know when you get there. Don't try to resist, or you'll be like them." One of the people wearing a mask gestured to Francis, "Get off the car and get into our car. With a little cooperation, you won't be hurt."

(End of this chapter)