Battlefield Contractor

"Pretending to be a member of the secret society? Is this possible?" Sergey whispered.

"Several Red Tide squad branches of the secret society are located all over the world, performing highly secret special missions, so their identities are extremely secretive. Even if ordinary secret society militants have heard of them, they will never meet them. We pretend to be them. What’s the problem. And I’ve heard from Aladdin that the secret society is very tightly organized, with strict hierarchies between superiors and superiors, and absolute obedience. Therefore, as long as we act strong enough, even if they have some doubts, they will be frightened by our authority. And yield." Lin Rui said solemnly.

"No wonder you asked me to find some red cloth strips before you leave." Sergey whispered.

"The members of the Red Tide Squad all use the armbands of the Red Tide, and we have to be confused for a while." Lin Rui chuckled lightly, "It's easier than attacking a vehicle. "Stop talking, just take action. "

"Understood." Crazy Horse nodded. Soon they set up the simple roadblock, and then stood beside the roadblock in a magnificent manner. Most of the passing vehicles did not enter the fork, and they drove straight forward, but after ten minutes, they encountered a few cars entering the fork.

Crazy Horse immediately stepped forward and stopped the vehicle, "Stop! Check!"

"Check?" The driver who drove was somewhat surprised, "Check what, who are you?"

Scarface walked out from behind the roadblock gloomily, pointed to the red cloth wrapped around his arm, and said coldly, "Red Tide Squad, ordered to check the traffic." He is a burly body, and he doesn't look good. Coupled with the scar on his face, it is even more hideous and vicious.

His appearance immediately suppressed the secret society militants.

"Red...Red tide..." One of the militants who followed the car hit a joke, and immediately got out of the car and smiled. "Sorry, we don't know there is a checkpoint here."

"We are to prevent the enemy from infiltrating, and we are ordered to conduct temporary inspections." Scarface said with a deep face, "Immediately identify your identity, and what is on the car, where are you going?"

"I... we are the logistics transport personnel of the sixth squadron." The secret agency member honestly said, "The car is filled with ammunition, and the car behind is some supplies. We went to the artillery position."

Scarface said suspiciously, "Huh, from the Sixth Transport Squadron? Why don't I look like it, and you are so nervous, I think you are the mercenaries of the Anmor people opposite, take advantage of the mess to make a sneak attack. ?!"

"Yes." The secret agency militant said anxiously, "No, no. I mean, I'm from the sixth squadron, but I'm not here to carry out a sneak attack. Don't get me wrong, it's all my own. The car is loaded with shells. , You can check if you don’t believe me."

"All get out of the car and stand in a row." Sergey waved. "Be honest, put your hands above your head and don't touch your weapons."

"Sir, what are you..." The driver was a little embarrassed.

"The Baron got the news that enemy personnel had infiltrated the reconnaissance, so we let us set up a check card here. Don't worry, if we verify your identity and the items in the car, we will naturally let you go. However, first served. I'm sorry you get out of the car. Otherwise, we will be rude." With a wave of Scarface, all the hidden players on both sides got out.

"Don't, don't, we accept the inspection, all get out of the car, get out of the car for inspection." The driver quickly raised his hand, indicating that he had no weapons in his hand.

Being confronted by automatic weapons, the secret society militants in the car had to get out of the car for inspection. They believed that these red tide teams were just routine cross-examinations. After the questions were asked, they would be fine if they explained clearly. This is not the time to be aggressive, the car is loaded with shells. The guys in this red tide team are all desperadoes. If they don't know how to live, they can send a rocket, but everything will be done.

Lin Rui tilted his head at Sergey, and Sergey walked over and looked at all three cars. "They are all 152 caliber shells, nothing special."

"Very good." Lin Rui nodded and said to the pilot, "Then explain, where are you going to send these shells?"

"We sent it to the artillery position." The secret agency driver said hastily, "I have a document that needs to be signed by the recipient. This can prove that what we said is true."

Lin Rui picked up the paper handed by the pilot and looked at it, frowning, "Who is your chief? He didn't tell you, in order to prevent enemy attacks, do the artillery positions need high security?"

"Say, he said, so you see we didn't even turn on the lights along the way." The driver said in a cold sweat.

"Where is the artillery position?" Lin Rui asked while looking at the driver.

"Huh?" The driver of the secret agency was a little alert. He raised his head and glanced up and said in a low voice, "This is confidential, we can't say it."

"Hmph, they said they went to the artillery position to deliver ammunition supplies, but they don't even know where the position is. I think there must be a ghost in it!" Scarface said in a vicious voice, "Maybe the enemy wanted to use the ammunition as a pretext. Good to attack the artillery position."

"Ah!? How is it possible, we have the documentary evidence, and, of course, we know that the artillery position is on Height 23. Sir, what we said is true." The pilots immediately argued.

"Don't make any noise!" Lin Rui shouted. He turned his head and whispered to Crazy Horse, "Bring them to the back and solve it. Let's drive their car."

Crazy Horse understood it, turned around and said, "Well, since there is no problem, then come over with us, register and verify your identity, and you will be able to leave immediately."

The drivers of those cars finally breathed a sigh of relief, and followed Crazy Horse and others into the woods, but never came out again. Crazy Horse, Sergey, and Scarface are all masters of silent killing. When they come out again, they have been put on the gray uniforms of secret society militants.

"There are still a few sets of clothes that everyone who drives will change. You can't stay here for too long. If the transport convoy delays for too long, it will cause the enemy's suspicion. Go!" Lin Rui waved.

The team members quickly changed into their clothes and boarded the car. The trucks swayed along the forest path and headed for Height 23.

"Boss, I really admire the actuary. He actually guessed exactly. The enemy really deployed artillery on Height 23." Sergey drove the driveway.

"That's natural. Do you think his head is white and long?" Lin Rui shook his head. "It's not just a clever brain, but also a special military command education. Actuary's individual combat ability is somewhat different. Inadequate, but no one of us can match him in this respect. After all, they are high-achieving students in military academies, and even once entered the US military's strategic and tactical research room."

"Boss, but if we go this way, the secret society people will doubt." Crazy Horse whispers.

"I have a document in hand, why do they suspect?" Lin Rui smiled, holding the signed document that he had just received.

(End of this chapter)