Battlefield Contract Worker

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The hospital at the US military base is heavily guarded, and even the internal staff must check their identities when entering and leaving.

A man in a cleaner's uniform and a mask walked over with a cleaning truck.

However, when it was found that someone carefully checked the entrance and exit, and asked for fingerprints to verify the identity. The black man wearing a mask pushed the cleaning cart aside.

Soon he stopped the cleaning car in a secluded place and took off the mask on his face. After opening the cleaning car, he took out a box from the inside, and looked carefully at the identification card on his chest.

Finally, a set of thin fingerprints was taken out from the inside.

This is used by agents to forge fingerprints, which are so thin that they can be worn on the hand to pretend to be someone else's fingerprints, making it difficult to see.

After doing all this, the black man slowly put on the gloves. Pushing the cleaning cart again, he walked out of the corner and walked towards the security gate generously.

"Stop." An armed guard waved him to stop.

The black man stopped and pointed to the card on his chest, "Cleaner, responsible for the third to fifth floors."

The guard motioned for him to raise his hand, and the Negro raised his hands obediently. The guards found no weapons on him, but his cleaning car failed to pass security.

Because the cleaning car itself has a lot of metal material. The trash cans, vacuum cleaners, including the pusher and chassis of the cleaning cart are all made of metal.

This thing doesn't pass security at all.

The guard frowned, opened the trash can, and checked it carefully. Still found nothing.

But just to be cautious, they checked the cleaner's fingerprints.

Everyone who works here has fingerprints. Their real identities can only be determined by checking their fingerprints.

When the black man pressed the fingerprint reader, the fingerprint reader immediately recognized his identity information. Included his work ID serial number.

The guard checked his badge accordingly, "Passed, let's go in."

The black man put on gloves calmly, pushed his cleaner's cart, and slowly walked into the hospital.

Linda and several other CIA agents kept their eyes on the surveillance cameras in the hospital's security room.

"How's it going?" Linda asked.

"Everything is normal. No one is going in or out except the internal staff. All staff also come in and out within the specified time period, and all have been fingerprinted," an agent replied.

"Team leader, are we being too serious? This is the internal hospital of the base, and few people will come. Except for some internal staff, and these staff have also received bans.

Under normal circumstances, they would not set foot on the second floor. Even doctors and nurses had to get our permission to enter the rooms on the second floor.

What's more, the elevators and entrances and exits on the second floor are all guarded by our people. In this case, it would be incredible if there were still killers who could sneak in. "The CIA agent was about to shake his head.

"Continue to stare. We don't know who the opponent is or what kind of means they will have. In short, I want to ensure the safety of those people." Linda replied.

Suddenly she seemed to remember something, "How many people came in just now?"

"There were four people who came in within ten minutes. Three of them were nurses and one was a cleaner.

The three nurses came first, the cleaners behind them. ' replied the surveillance agent.

"Where did they go?" Linda asked suspiciously.

"Two of the nurses went to the nursing office, and one nurse may be in the locker room. The cleaners pushed the cart into the elevator," the monitor replied.

"I entered the elevator, but why didn't I see anyone in the elevator?" Linda asked suddenly alertly.

"No? My surveillance video here clearly saw him entering the elevator." The detective replied.

"But there's nothing in the elevator monitor." Linda suddenly said loudly, "How many floors did the elevator go to?"

"It should be the fifth floor. But from my point of view, no one was found at the elevator entrance on the fifth floor. After the elevator was opened, it was empty." Another surveillance officer also became nervous.

"Immediately notify the guards, block the elevator entrances on each floor, and check floor by floor. In addition, notify me on the second floor and strengthen the alert." Linda grabbed the communicator, turned and walked out the door.

"Sir, where are you going?" the two detectives asked.

"I'll go to the second floor, notify the mercenaries, and notify the emergency team to join me on the second floor." Linda took out her pistol as she strode out.

Just as she hurried out of the monitoring room and walked towards the elevator. Someone suddenly approached her from behind, "Don't move."

Linda immediately felt something against her back. If you guessed correctly, it should be the muzzle.

"I advise you not to mess around, there are surveillance cameras everywhere." Linda stopped.

"This is a blind spot for surveillance, the cameras at the elevator entrance and the cameras in the corridor cannot be completely covered, but leave a surveillance blind spot of about 15 degrees.

So from our position, no one can find us. "A black man wearing a mask and dressed as a cleaner, pointed a gun at Linda and whispered.

"Do you know where this is? Do you really think you can get out of the way by breaking in like this?" Linda gritted her teeth.

"Where are the wounded?" the black man behind her whispered.

"What wounded? I have no idea what you're talking about." Linda said angrily.

"Obviously you know what I'm talking about. I'm talking about Mr. K, and his two men. I know they're supposed to be on the second floor~www.readwn.com~ but I have to know which room they're in." The black man whispered.

"They're on the second floor..." Before Linda could finish her words, she suddenly turned around quickly and slapped the pistol in the black man's hand.

She moved very fast. After slapping the black man's pistol, she immediately grabbed the black man's wrist with both hands, and suddenly turned around to exert force.

This is a very classic judo knapsack throw. If used well, it is enough to defeat the strong and knock the opponent who is much taller than her to the ground.

But just as she was about to bend over to exert force, the black man behind her suddenly straddled to one side.

It was this action that made Linda's efforts to attack all go to waste. Her hips had no strength, so it was easy for the black man to break free. Then a heavy blow knocked her to the ground.

Linda's skills are good, but like most women, her ability to fight is not very strong. Especially vulnerable positions such as the back of the head and neck, lose the ability to resist after being hit hard.

Linda's eyes darkened and she fell to the ground.