Battlefield Contractor

"Of course you can. Here you can control all the wired communications in this underground facility by switching." Sergey whispered, "This is an old-fashioned communication center. There should have been a communication soldier in charge of manual switching of lines. . But after these militants took control of this place, they directly connected several lines here. In this case, the outer line No. 1 can directly communicate with the inner line No. 6. But we only need to change the line. , You can pretend to be an incoming call from outside."

"What are you waiting for, hurry up." Crazy Horse nodded.

"I know, I'm looking for a line interface. This old-fashioned communication control device has dozens of interfaces. I have to make sure to find the corresponding interface." Sergey complained in a low voice while checking the communication switch. Crazy Horse was on one side, lighting up him with a flashlight.

"Found it." Sergey whispered. He reconnected the two lines and motioned to Crazy Horse to use the phone beside him. The militants in the underground fortification suddenly heard the phone ringing on the side, and immediately reached out and took it. "Hey, what's the situation? Is the man already here?"

Crazy Horse nodded, picked up the phone, and whispered to the other party in Arabic. "Yes, people are here."

"Hold them first, we will come out immediately." The militant hung up the phone and looked at the strapped Russian special forces and Makovsky, the strategist of the secret agency.

"It seems you are lucky, your people have already arrived." The militant looked at Maklovsky with a sneer.

"Of course, we never break our promise. As long as it is promised, it will definitely be done." Makovsky nodded. "I hope you can also keep your promise."

The militant sneered and said, "As long as you can meet our requirements, we will definitely release you." After he finished speaking, he turned to the few militants behind and said, "You go out and have a look, and we will release it after making sure that there is no problem. People. Tell the people outside that if they dare to play tricks, I will let all these guys die here."

The four militants behind nodded and walked out together with guns. Lin Rui and the others were waiting at the corner outside, hearing someone's footsteps approaching, and stood against the wall.

"Strange, where is the person guarding outside just now?" a militant whispered.

"May have been to the front. Let's go over and have a look." The other militant didn't care.

"Come on!" Lin Rui made a gesture, then flew out immediately, and punched out a violent militant. Lin Rui was confident in his close combat. Regardless of the strength of his fist, he would only lose to the former instructor Tang Kun so far.

Next to him, Yelena gave a cold snort and shrank with one hand, like a poisonous snake wrapped around the arm of another militant. In the back, the sausage flew straight to the back of one of the militants!

Suddenly attacked, the three attacked almost at the same time, and they attacked separately.

The attacked militant was taken aback, and the sound of the fist and wind seemed to be still in his ears, and his people had completely flew out and slammed into the wall behind him.

The other militant's hand suddenly turned into a twist, and Yelena twisted it a few times and twisted it gently, entangled the arm, and controlled it with the anti-joint technique. The militant didn't react slowly, as soon as he was twisted his arm by the anti-joint technique. His legs immediately kicked back directly! Attempt to break free.

At this moment Yelena twisted her body immediately, and the militants controlled by her fell into the air, all the energy disappeared, her arm was unscrewed with skill, and she was turned around! The person with the entangled arm, in severe pain, just wanted to strike out with a fist with his other hand. Yelena's arm was violent, and he brought him to the front. The clenched fist suddenly moved, like a viper attacking. Pecked on his shoulder.

Immediately he pushed his arm out, and the militant also fell pale.

But Sausage was directed at another militant, and the dagger only slightly lifted upward in the high-speed head-on impact, pushing the person behind him to one side. The man couldn't stop the brake and hit the wall behind him directly. Scarface rushed up with a knife and stabbed the militant in the waist and eye, while the other hand firmly covered his nose and mouth.

Between the lightning and flint, the three militants were all eliminated! The last militant was pressed to the ground, and the tailor and the other team members put their guns against his head.

This time, even the tailor couldn't help taking a breath. He stared at the team members blankly, and thoroughly understood the saying that there are people outside the world, and there are days outside the world!

Killing three militants, especially such a quick and silent killing, is really frightening! However, Lin Rui and others not only did it, but they did it so lightly. For a moment, these mercenaries seemed to have completely turned into three demons. The efficiency and simplicity of this action was simply appalling. Even Scarface, a guy who was injured before, is actually so fierce.

Scarface slowly let go of the no longer struggling militants in his hands, and looked at the tailor with a shrug, "Cover your mouth from behind, poke your waist, and pierce your kidneys. People will not make much noise because of the severe pain. I used to study in Afghanistan."

"Okay, don't brag." Lin Rui waved his hand and said in a low voice, "Ready, listen to my orders and rush into the room. Fire directly and kill all the rebels."

Sergey and Crazy Horse also came back from the communication room and joined Lin Rui and others. Crazy Horse looked at Lin Rui and said, "Boss, what shall we do now?"

"Let this guy knock on the door and shout, and when the person inside opens the door, he immediately rushes in. You stare at the side, don't let him shout." Lin Rui pointed at the only militant still alive on the ground.

"Understood." Crazy Horse nodded and shouted with a dagger to coerce the militant.

The militants were forced to walk to the door in desperation and knocked on the door. "who is it?"

"I, I'm back..." the militant whispered.

The militants in the room heard that they were their accomplices, and did not care too much. But Maqlovsky, who had been squatting in the corner, had his eyes moved. This shrewd guy seemed to hear the abnormality in the other's tone. He moved his body slowly to put himself in the most suitable condition for exerting strength, and at the same time he secretly broke away from the rope on his wrist.

As the militant walked over to open the door, the door was smashed open vigorously, and even the militant who opened the door was knocked to the ground, and the mercenaries with live ammunition rushed in.