Chapter 163: Drive the tiger into the poor alley

At this time, the subordinates came over to report and the mentors were summoned. Salvi put on his coat and said majesticly: "I'll go too."

The old man held the password of his partner. Once he was caught, if he casually told the secret and let everyone know, the secret would be exposed - Salvi must be present to supervise it personally.

This night belongs to the Iraqis.

Since the leader wisely ignited the oil well, the thick smoke from the oil well did not stop the coalition from advancing, but instead caused all power plants to stop operating due to lack of fuel. After the war, the US military repaired some power plants, but the current power generation can only maintain the operation of the "green zone". Outside the green zone, there is an Iraqi world without street lights, electric lights, and light, and completely dark.

The only light source in this area is the headlights of the patrol car, but the coalition forces rarely dispatched at night. Even if they dispatched, they would reach the edge of the yellow area, the orange area and the red area. They would never set foot at night.

In the dark night, even if you are familiar with the road, you will stumbling, because pits from mines, holes from shells, sandbags or garbage will appear irregularly on the road.

Salvi's men were moving slowly as a result. When the team approached the underground command room, Salvi suddenly felt a gust of wind passing by his ears. He turned around and was about to tell the people behind him that there was wind on this stuffy summer night. How lucky we were to be Barabala. But suddenly he found that the person behind him was standing there. He stood up for a while, and then slowly fell to the ground.

It was too dark at that time, and the complete shape of the human body could not be seen clearly in the darkness. Salvi could see the other party being soft because the person was very close to Salvi, so Salvi "feeled" the other party's fall.

Almost subconsciously, Salve took out his cell phone and pressed the buttons on the phone, trying to use the glimmer of light on the screen to check what was going on behind him. As soon as he lifted his phone up, another person behind him screamed again. At the same time, Salve also heard a slight puff, as if the bottle opening of champagne.

Salvi subconsciously turned the screen of his phone to the location where the sound came, and then he was knocked down by his subordinates.

His subordinates rushed very hard, and Salvi's body rolled twice underground. He was about to get angry and blamed the other party for offense. But he heard a low shouting sound from his side: "Don't turn on the lights, turn off all the lights.

At this time, the subordinate who had just knocked down Salvi, leaned in Salvi's ear and said softly: "We are surrounded."

Ah, Salvi understood it all at once—the sound of the bottle opening similar to champagne wine was the sound of a bullet slamming the head.

He shivered in fear and immediately whispered: "Run out."

His subordinates lay there and looked around. Unfortunately, the dark night made him unable to see the movements a few meters away. He whispered to himself: "The other party uses infrared scopes and long-range sniper rifles. We cannot stay here, we cannot stop. The bullets were fired from the opposite side. Retreat and retreat to the side."

At this time, several people behind him said softly: "Three gunmen, three shots I heard at the same time. The other party used a muzzle flame suppressor and could not see the direction of the shooting."

His subordinate grabbed Salvi's body and moved to the left while whispering to his companion: "I remember there is an alley on the left, and the sniper rifle shot in thirty seconds... hurry up, retreat there."

At this time, a few slight clicks came from a distance, and there was also a crisp clanging sound of the bullet shell falling to the ground. This kind of gunfire sound was very familiar to former Iraqi soldiers. It was the continuous firing sound of AK47. The reason why the gunfire sound was so small was that it was added with a flame suppressor, which made the gunfire sound not as crisp as the sound of the bullet shell falling to the ground.

Amid the gunshots, Salvi kept shouting and low screams from both sides. Occasionally, bullets hit Salvi, and the warheads emitted a collision spark in the dark.

Salvi almost stumbled and fled with his subordinates. At this moment, he was a little scared for the first time: it turned out that the old man wanted to kill him and he wanted to kill him. It turned out that the old man didn't want to live. The half of the password I had was not attractive to the old man. The other party was tooth for tooth, eye for eye...

Driven away by the gunfire, Salvi and his group stumbled and fled.

Fortunately, the dark night was covering them, and they could always find the alley to escape from the ballistic pursuit. However, the people chasing behind were obviously wearing night vision goggles. No matter where Salvi escaped, the other party could chase after him in a blink of an eye.

Gradually, Salvi's group approached a light area - it must be a "green area". Salvi, who always felt the danger of death, had the idea of ​​escaping into the "green area" in his mind: Yu Qian, like an old man, entered the "green area" as an ordinary Iraqi, and perhaps "green area: not many people can recognize him.

At this moment, an Iraqi military truck drove by quickly from the intersection ahead. The two lamp posts in front of the military vehicle pierced the darkness like sharp arrows. Judging from the sound of the military vehicle's engine, the military vehicle was accelerating.

Salvi and his group had only more than a dozen men left. At this time, the pursuers behind were getting closer and closer. Salvi's subordinates looked at the surrounding terrain. He had no choice. He immediately pointed to the road where the military vehicles had just passed and said, "Run over, we rushed through the alley opposite. If there was a street across the road, everyone would break through there."

In the dark night, after seeing the bright light, the darkness appears even darker.

The military vehicle had just passed, and this group of people ran across the road behind the military vehicle. I guess the people in front of the vehicle could not see the group of people behind...

Ideals are full, reality is skinny.

The group of people had just rushed onto the road, and they could still see the military vehicles passing by in the corner of their eyes. At this moment, there were a few shouts of curses not far ahead. These scolds were shouted in poor Iraqi dialect, and the shouts were very short: "Stop, stop."

What's going on?

The people who were about to cross the road were curious... Curiosity killed the cat. Just as the group of people stood stupidly on the road and twisted their heads towards the place where the sound came from, there was a rumbling sound, and the Iraqi military vehicle suddenly exploded.

The explosion was not violent, but the sudden fire on the front of the car reflected the figures of the people on the road. At the same time, from the place where the shouting came, several bright searchlight lamp posts were called. When the lamp posts focused on the group of gunmen on the road, a sentence of American voice sounded: "Fire."

Sadly, every Iraqi person understands this American sentence.

The clever man fell down immediately when he heard this. The bodyguard who supported Salvi suddenly pushed Salvi. At this moment, the sound of a machine gun sounded from the sound of a shout. The person who had just pushed Salvi down was suddenly like a dead leaf floating in the wind, and his body kept shaking.

Unlucky, Salvi was driven to the headquarters of a security company on the edge of the "Green Zone" by bullets and pursuers.

Salvi was left with instinct at this time.

Instinct drove him to crawl quickly on the ground like a dog. He crashed into the darkness. The machine guns behind him kept ringing, but he didn't dare to look back or pause. He crawled... I don't know how long it took, but someone seemed to shout in Iraq in the depths of the alley: "Come here, hurry up."

Salvi had no time to judge. He was like a hungry dog ​​seduced by the smell of food, like a moth attracted by the light. He crawled quickly on the ground with his limbs until he hit a thick thigh... This thigh is so thick

At this time, the light of the searchlight was still sweeping around, and the gunshots had become thinner, but there was no pause. With the help of the afterglow of the searchlight left in the air, Salvi held a thick leg like an elephant, and he looked upwards... At this moment, he burst into tears: I can find the organization

What's going on? Why is the "organization" he found a black man? It seems to be a mixed-race man, very tall... well?

At this moment, the big man was smiling silly at Salvi. He twisted his arm casually, and the repeated Iraqi voice "Come here, hurry up" immediately calmed down.

Salvi was still thinking: When did the organization recruit a black man?

At this time, the big man had already lifted him up and pinched his big hand. Salvi... immediately lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

In the dark night, machine guns were still sounding sparsely in the direction of the military camp. After a while, several black shadows wearing night vision goggles and Iraqi costumes touched here. Argyle looked at the enemy-me identification signs in his hand, and after confirming that the other party was his own, he immediately kicked the foot and whispered: "Take him away."

The shadow left two people, and the others were carrying Salvi to retreat quickly. At this time, the others didn't know that Argyle's tactical glasses kept flashing in his tactical glasses. At the same time, Odney's whisper was ringing in his headphones: "Ahh, this group of people is too arrogant. There are no electronic security facilities in such an important area... Don't worry, you will walk forward boldly, only people need to be lifted. As for people, don't tell me that you can't escape them."

The suicide explosion vehicle just now was provided by Us. The suicide explosion was recruited by Us. The vehicle hit: Neptune Fork Mercenary Camp.

When the explosion happened, the camp gate was in chaos. Most of the good players of the Neptune Fork had already gone out to escort the cash transport vehicle. Suddenly, the dilemma of insufficient manpower suddenly caused loopholes in defense. An Feng, who was hiding while waiting, immediately sneaked in. Argyle, who was also squatting on the side, successfully intercepted Salvi who was driven by bullets... Of course, it didn't matter that Argyle missed Salvi in ​​the dark night. The pursuers behind were all wearing night vision goggles. The people around Salvi were disbanded, and he could not escape the pursuit sooner or later.

This is also the norm in Iraq. Even when Saddam's team was disbanded, the presidential guards left the leader and fled alone, leaving the formerly famous leader to wander around alone.

At this time, An Feng, who had sneaked into the other party's military camp, was walking along the corridor. A super visual image suddenly appeared in his eyes. He saw a mercenary with the company commander's mark on his shoulder, knocking on a door. After a while, the door opened and a middle-aged man in pajamas appeared at the door. The company commander immediately saluted the latter. The middle-aged man in pajamas frowned in dissatisfaction and asked: "What's going on? Why did the gunfire sound so long?"

The company commander reported loudly: "We were attacked in suicide. Commander, there are more than a dozen gunmen behind the suicide car. The star officer asked if soldiers were needed to attack."

The commander yawned: "Don't attack, just use machine guns to fire - bullets are not worth much money. The casualties of any mercenary are enough to buy a lot of bullets."

After a moment of pause, the commander added: "Nothing big, don't disturb me to sleep."

The door closed again, and the company commander turned around and left without saying a word. He was walking outward and An Feng was walking inward. When the two were almost colliding head-on at the corner of the corridor, An Feng's body suddenly jumped up, and his limbs were pressed against the ceiling above his head like a gecko.

When the company commander turned around, something seemed to be snatching something at the corner of his eyes. He paused a little, and An Feng, who was stuck to the ceiling, spread his hands and feet and fell down. His limbs suddenly closed, his legs wrapped around the company commander's legs, and his arms tightly hugged the company commander. Then he whipped his mouth and suddenly a thin stream of smoke came out of his mouth. The smoke blew directly into the company commander's nostrils. The company commander felt as if he was entangled by a python. Before he could wake up, he immediately felt a trance in his mind...

Release the soft-falling company commander, An Feng walked the military step and returned to the bedroom door just now. He used the pace frequency exactly the same as the company commander, and the severity of the landing was exactly the same. He gently knocked on the door just now with the same severity. The commander's impatient voice came from the door: "What's going on? What's the problem?"

An Feng muttered outside the door, his voice a little vague, but it sounded like nine out of the company commander's voice just now: "Hisser Commander, the second lieutenant at the door reported that the gunman within the range had been cleared, whether it was necessary to stop shooting."

The commander replied impatiently in the door: "Use infrared night vision instrument to continue scanning the surroundings of the military camp. All targets of the activity will be fired, but we absolutely prohibit any soldiers from going out... There is no moon today, it is too dark, we have been attacked by terrorists, and we have the right to defend ourselves. Tell the soldiers to shoot when they hear the movement and don't be stingy with bullets."

An Feng's voice became a little weaker, and he seemed to ask again timidly: "Master Commander, we seem to have accidentally injured the civilians."

"What kind of civilians, just armed civilians. Just find a few abandoned AK47s from the warehouse and throw them around the corpse..." The voice seemed to be getting closer and closer, as if An Feng repeatedly disturbed him made the commander very impatient. He was about to open the door and scold him: He was still a company commander, and he had no responsibility at all. I really don't know how he joined the army in the past.

The door opened, and he was greeted opposite him with a spray can. After the colorless and odorless gas was smelling the throat, the commander immediately felt that the scene in front of him became blurred...

An Feng took a step forward and helped the fainting commander. He turned around lightly, and the door of the commander's bedroom was covered.

Putting the commander on the bed, An Feng began to search in the bedroom, first touched the commander's employee radio frequency card, searched the other party's computer, An Feng looked at the commander's face and quickly disguised himself.

They can only be about 80% similar. Their size is slightly different, but they can be compensated with height-enhancing pads. Their fatness and thinness... This is really impossible to fix for a while, so just wrap it a little thicker.

Putting the commander in military uniform on his body, An Feng endured the disgust and stifled the clothes to get rid of the smell of sweat. He frowned and pulled open the bedroom door, and walked towards the combat command room of the mercenary camp with a swagger.

The mercenaries recruited by the security company were all veterans of war. Although gunfire sounded outside the camp, the atmosphere in the combat command room was as normal. The officers on duty were still operating normally like a high-speed and effective war machine, and there was no tension or panic because of the gunfire and explosion not far away.

At the third update of the night, all the patrol teams that went out were withdrawn. There were only three on duty in the combat command room. An Feng said hello lazily and sat on the podium without saying a word. The three on duty personnel quickly called the commander out of the gate of the camp... Sure enough, there was nothing to be nervous outside the gate. The Iraqi military vehicle that launched a suicide attack was blown out of the tires in front of the sentry, and stopped outside the gate of the camp to burn. The sentries at the gate of the camp continued to sing a one-man show with the machine guns in their hands.

Looking along the light of the searchlight, there were several corpses lying in a distance on the road surface. The tracer bullets fired by the sentry made sparks of the land around the corpse. The soldiers used tracer bullets, and the tails of the bullets emitted bright ballistic trajectories. This kind of bullet was not designed to kill the enemy, but its bright ballistic trajectory was to guide the direction of shooting for the cannon.

This kind of bullet is very expensive, and it is very luxurious to shoot with this kind of bullet.

The officer on duty kept switching the surveillance screen and showed the battle situation to the commander who came to supervise late at night. An Feng secretly took out a small memory card from his pocket and inserted it into the 11 ports of the computer. The viruses stored in the 11 disks were immediately poured into the mercenary command and combat system. After a while, Odney in the distance found the identification sign. He quickly got into the computer network of the Neptune Fork Security Company and began to download the secret information inside, while searching for information texts related to bribes.

Five or six minutes later, news of Odney's completion came from the headphones. An Feng stood up pretending to behave and praised the staff on duty casually. Then he majesticly carried his hands behind his back and left the combat command room with a standard military pace. I don't know whether the commander likes to praise people. But he knew that this commander was simply a model of military personnel. Even if he walked a few steps in the bedroom, he still maintained the regular military pace.

The walking postures that An Feng simulated were very similar. Even though several on-duty personnel were suspicious at first, they saw An Feng walk out of the combat command room arrogantly with the pace that the commander used to, and they no longer doubted and lowered their heads to work on their own affairs.
Chapter completed!