Opposite this big old man is an old British man with a shaved head and a slightly thin aquiline nose. This old British man named Myron is blind and talking. Hey, "It’s too late to say anything now, we’re dead. Whether we kill the jackals or not, those people are always dead."
"Jackal Wind" You and I both know that those crazy people will never stop. If they want one alive, they will hunt us down to the end. "Myron leaned back in the chair and said," Fortunately, they don’t have to worry about their families, so we won’t have so many things when we retire. I didn’t expect that we can’t get out. "
Chapter five hundred and twelve Go and stay
"Here comes the jackal". The cellar fire has been put out. Seven people dressed in chemical protection entered the cellar with headlights. A little bit of traces left in the cellar were examined. The bloody writing on the wall was so clear and dazzling. It seemed that the flame did not burn it down, but it made it a little cold and cold.
Groups of people cleaned up the bodies and checked the traces of the bodies. Others searched for shell casings and warheads to judge the shooting boundary. These people quickly went out of the cellar, and the outside was blocked by a group of people. These people quickly took off their chemical defense.
By this time, it was already dark, and they could not see their faces. They left the cellar mouth silently, and the smell of burnt human flesh was too strong. They left, but a large group of people were still cleaning up the scene in an orderly way.
A few people went to the periphery of the cellar and a commercial car lit a cigarette. Several people seemed to deliberately hide themselves in the dark. Even at this time, they still couldn’t see their faces clearly. They could see their shapes. There were four people, one was tall and thin, the other was well-proportioned and the other looked at least 19 meters high.
The last one is very thin. When the four men came to the car, they smoked. They all lost their desire to talk and waited quietly for the results of the investigation. At this time, the thin pocket suddenly shook. He touched the satellite words in his pocket and took a look and picked them up.
"boss" was so tall and thin that he threw away his cigarette when he answered the phone. He got up respectfully and walked outside the car. Several other people also threw away their cigarettes and were quiet beside the tall and thin man.
But I heard a hoarse bass at the other end. "Find out what happened. No team is gone. I always need to know something."
"I’m investigating, but I haven’t completely figured it out yet." The tall and thin man held the words respectfully and bowed slightly. "According to the regulations, we contacted them every two hours. After they lost contact, we arrived as soon as possible, but we didn’t come."
The bass doesn’t seem to be angry, but it’s just a faint way, "I don’t blame you, but I always need to know how things happen and how to do it. It’s very important that they die and die. Since they ate this meal, they expected that they would have this day."
"Find out what happened as soon as possible and report it to me", the bass continued, "Other teams will contact each other every half hour to change their positions. Their current positions should be exposed, and then they can be killed one by one by the other."
Tall and thin, respectful way: "As you wish, I’ll order you to go here now. I’ll take care of it as soon as possible, and the report will be delivered to you at the latest. boss, do we need the middle strength to dig them up? We’ve lost several teams."
"Claude, do you think they will be stupid enough for us to find them easily?" The bass voice was slightly resistant to the words. This tall and thin man named Claude said, "Those mice in London or all of England are afraid now, and some of them have left England. Just don’t talk to us."
However, I heard the bass hoarse and continued, "In this case, it is very difficult for us to dig them out. Maybe the London police officers should thank us because we showed up. The mice are now afraid to move, and they are all scared at home. Although some people died, they don’t need them to deal with the end."
"You should get this done first. Remember to ask other teams to step up their vigilance." Claude replied "Yes" in a low and respectful manner.
随后却见克劳德犹豫了一还是咬了咬牙“boss我觉得事情发展到现在我们似乎已经进行不去了我们已经损失了好几个小队情报统也已经失效了方面现在”
“你想说什么”话那头男低音打断了克劳德话克劳德深深呼出一口气一咬牙沉道“我觉得我们应该终止行动了这样去我们非但不会取得成果而且很可能会军覆没”
话那头男低音没有再说话克劳德脸冷汗一丝丝往外渗着甚他身边另外三个人也精神高度紧张看着克劳德终于在沉默了大约两三分钟后话那一头终于重新来了那个男低音“这些不是你应该去想做好你事情就可了”
“记住不要暴露你们位置和身份那些小队死多少人我不在乎你们不能出现问题白吗”克劳德感觉自己背后一丝丝在发凉就在刚才沉默中他背已经被汗水湿透了握着话克劳德凝重点了点头“我白boss我会准时把报告交到您手”
没有人注意到在距离这里大约一公里外小树林一棵树冠挂着一团绿叶这团绿叶正在缓缓从树来他身影如同树林里精灵一般轻柔而迅速很快消失在了树林中
十余分钟后树林另一头一条乡道路那个身影缓缓走了出来田地头一辆破旧农家皮卡车就这么安静停在了路边扯那大胡老农模样老头儿在有一搭没有一搭打着瞌睡
The figure hit the car door and got on the bus. The figure got on the bus. The dozing old farmer yawned and finally woke up, only to find that the figure quickly took off his clothes and took a slightly shabby suit from behind the chair to wear it quickly.
The old farmer who woke up from his nap handed him a pack of packaged wet tissues. After taking it, he tore it out and smeared it on his face quickly. Soon, he revealed his typical oriental face and painted his face clean.
At this time, the old man calmly handed a box of paper towels to his oriental face, took the paper towels, quickly dried the wet paper towels on his face a little bit, then took the eyebrow pencil and drew a few lines on his face in front of the rearview mirror, making his skin color and face more Middle Eastern, and then took a box with colored wax and wiped it on his short hair a few times.
Not long after, a middle-aged man with Middle Eastern ancestry and gray hair just appeared in the car. At this time, the old man took a look at the ready figure and started the pickup truck and drove slowly forward.
"We’ve been watching those people, and soon their identities will be revealed," said the old man lightly. "We can help you get here, too. You need to deal with the remaining things yourself. If you need to deliver information or tools, we can."
Hou Dacheng nodded lightly, "Thank you for the end of this matter. If I’m not dead, I owe you one."
"Mr. Hou Dasheng, this is what we pay you back," the old man said faintly. "The overall interests of the Legion have not been lost in France. Now it is more hidden and the control is stronger. You have contributed a lot in this matter. We will remember what you have done for the Silix family."
After a pause, the old man said seriously, "But we also have our own principles and feelings. We will pay you back, but then you will get involved with the Silix family feud corps. Even benoit can’t help you with anything. We hope you will be white."
By the side of this old man, it is naturally Hou Dacheng, and he has no objection to this old man’s words. After the short dialogue, the two sides naturally fell into silence, so the car slowly left the local road and quickly entered a highway.
After walking along the highway for a while, I saw that a car was already waiting for the pickup truck to stop. Hou Dasheng hit the door and got into the back seat of the car. There was a suit in the back seat of the car. Hou Dasheng quickly changed to wait for him, and then the car started again.
Everything was dull and orderly, and Hou Dasheng returned to the hotel room smoothly.
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After ordering a spaghetti through the front desk, he lay in bed and rested. After a while, his snoring started slowly. He slept soundly, but many people in London could not sleep at this time.
Calm downtown London seems to be a wave, but in the suburbs, you will notice that there seems to be more traffic. It seems that many people meet in the middle of the night and move together. Some people enter downtown London and live in some humble residential buildings.
Some people disappeared in the night, hiding in some abandoned urban areas and coming to the cellar. The crowd had disappeared, and an engineering team came here to push the edge mill and quickly buried the cellar. Some people planted some weeds on it.
It seems that nothing has ever happened here in the remote area. Claude, a humble office building on the edge of London, is constantly leafing through reports submitted and frowning to classify them.
Chapter five hundred and thirteen clue
"According to the warhead, shell footprints and so on left at the scene, we can confirm that there was one attacker." Claude respectfully sat in front of a luxurious desk, where a fat and bald British man with his hands blocked Ba and his mouth and sat in the shadow of the curtain.
The man couldn’t see his face clearly, but he could hear his deep and hoarse bass say to Claude, "Is that all you have now? Did the other party leave anything else or something to prove his identity?"
"There are almost no shells left by the other side. We checked that it was the American troops who stayed in the Middle East and were turned upside down to the black market. You know, it is almost impossible to find out the source when they get to the black market, including the other side’s guns."
In the shadow, the fat old man bent his head and silently read the files in his hand. Claude was honestly at his desk without saying a word for a long time. After reading the data on the desktop, the fat man slowly lifted up.
Only to see the fat man leaning against the chair sink a way, "okay, I already know the general situation. Go home and order everyone to temporarily contract. According to the regulations I said before, contact once every half hour to confirm that Ann is waiting for the order."