Battlefield Contractor

In the underground fortifications, the atmosphere is still very tense. The US lieutenant is asking his men to repair the generator and is trying to restore communication. "How is the situation?" the lieutenant said anxiously.

"Sir, the generator was blown up. The other party changed jobs very much and picked a few of the most vulnerable places to start. The smallest explosion caused the most serious consequences. With our current spare parts, it is almost impossible to repair." The non-commissioned officer in charge of the maintenance sighed, put down the wrench, and spread out his greasy hands.

"Then let people send accessories. We have too many devices that need power." The lieutenant whispered.

"The bad news is that our communication equipment has also been damaged, and we cannot contact the supply squadron in time. Moreover, as a rule, the next supply should arrive after a week. That is to say, the helicopter will arrive after a week. "The sergeant shook his head.

"Aren't there two helicopters in the base?" the lieutenant frowned. "Can't you use helicopters to get accessories?"

"But the bureaucrats of the CIA may not agree. For them, it is the property of the US government and does not belong to our military." The non-commissioned officer complained, "In fact, everyone knows that the two helicopters were used for emergency evacuation. They don’t care about us."

"Okay, don't complain. I'll talk to them, maybe they will let us use the helicopter." The lieutenant turned around and pressed the communicator on his body, "I am Jungle Cat No. 6, calling the red ball. Please answer if you hear."

The communicator hung on Mr. K's chest vibrated. He frowned slightly and pressed the communication switch. The lieutenant's voice came from the communicator, "Jungle Cat No. 6, call No. 0. Please answer if you hear it..."

"I'm number zero, what's the matter with you lieutenant?" Mr. K frowned.

"Because of the lack of spare parts, our electricity cannot be restored, and the external communication equipment has also been damaged, so I want to use your helicopter to transport a few spare parts." The lieutenant whispered. "But this requires your permission."

"Sorry, Lieutenant, we can't deliver the helicopter to you. I hope you can understand that this is to ensure that in case of a crisis, it is used to evacuate important people. So I cannot agree to deliver the helicopter to you. Moreover, the helicopter cannot deliver you. Take it to the Kota Kinabalu Port Military Base in Malaysia." Mr. K said calmly.

"Well, I understand, but I have to say that emergency power will not be available for long. Once the power is exhausted, we will be plunged into darkness. Without the exhaust fan, the air in the tunnel will also become dirty.

At least you can use the radio on the helicopter. The onboard radio can help us contact the base and let them send people to send accessories and supplies. "The lieutenant explained, "It's only a few minutes." "

"No lieutenant. The helicopter's airborne radio signals cannot be exposed, because this operation is highly classified and the base has no right to know. The radio equipped on the helicopter is encrypted and you cannot use it normally." Mr. K was silent for a while, resolutely typical.

"Then, can you let your people do the operation? You can also contact your people without contacting the base and let them try to send a few parts. We will list the parts needed for maintenance and let them try to send them all. Come here." The lieutenant whispered, "Our people are still chasing outside. We need to know their condition. Without the remote communication equipment, we don't know anything about the battlefield conditions."

Mr. K was silent for a moment, "Well, I will ask my people to send the message for you. But Lieutenant, there is only one exception."

"I understand, sir." The lieutenant cut off the communication.

Mr. K turned around and whispered to one of his agents, "You go out and use the radio on the helicopter to send a message to those American soldiers. Remember, don't reveal our location. Send the message as the Jungle Cat Troop. ,understand?"

"Understood." The agent turned and left.

In the dark passage, Lin Rui stood quietly waiting in a corner. He knew that no matter what, those CIA agents would not be silent. He could find out where the two Russian agents were held by just staring at one of them.

In order to save electricity, he has turned off the night vision. Relying on the eyes that gradually began to adapt to the darkness, and the keen sense of hearing, capturing the movement nearby. It was like a mole curled up in the shadows. His waiting was not in vain. Soon he heard a few footsteps. The sound of the jungle cat troop's American military boots walking in the basement passage was obvious, while the other person's footsteps were not military boots, but more like leather shoes.

Lin Rui moved slightly in the darkness and put down the night vision device on his head. The emergency lighting in this section of the corridor has been extinguished due to exhaustion of power. So he can easily hide in the corner without being found. The weapons in the hands of the U.S. military are equipped with lighting fixtures, but the lighting fixtures have an obvious condensing effect. The illuminated areas are obvious, but the areas that are not illuminated are completely dark.

Two American troops came, and they both advanced carefully with their weapons. The tactical flashlight was fixed on the Picatinny rail of the weapon, so that they all carried their guns as they advanced. "Safe." A U.S. soldier gestured behind him. What followed was a man in a suit wearing a bulletproof vest.

CIA agent? Sure enough, I was waiting for it. Lin Rui thought silently, but leaned back a little further to make sure that he was completely in darkness.

"This is a list, you can ask them to send it, and if possible, send two more maintenance technicians." The U.S. non-commissioned officer handed a receipt to the CIA agent.

The agent nodded, "I can guarantee that the items will be delivered, but the personnel may not be able to do so. Everything that happens here must be kept strictly confidential. This task is not to mention maintenance personnel, even the senior military officials of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Few people knew."

"Whatever you want, but it's best to tell them to send the repair parts as soon as possible, otherwise we will have to live in this dark underground for at least a few weeks." The US non-commissioned officer said helplessly, "Go here, I'll send you up."

These people walked through the passage, and no one noticed a person lying on the pipe above the corner of the passage. Lin Rui watched them leave quietly, he was not in a hurry to act.

He had heard their conversation just now. So he concluded that the CIA agent was only temporarily leaving, and he would return soon. And then, Lin Rui would follow him. Until he took Lin Rui to the place where the Russian agents were detained. Calmness and patience are the best habits of a fighter.