The Dragon Soul of the Strongest Special Forces

Chapter 509 Lavelle

This news, which was suddenly inserted into the song, was broadcast twice in a row.

A string of Arabic, Ye Xiao couldn't understand what the content of this news break was.

After the news broadcast, the taxi driver's face changed a little. He kept looking at Ye Xiao who was sitting next to him in the passenger seat from the corner of his eyes, and then his eyes drifted to the storage compartment under the car's center console. phone in.

I didn't understand the content of the news break just now, but I guessed something from the reaction of the taxi driver around me before and after the news.

Ye Xiao sat in the passenger seat calmly, as if nothing had happened.

An Arab and four Asians, language barriers, doomed this is a dull journey.

The taxi gradually drove out of the city, the sky darkened, and the yellowish headlights of the car illuminated the uneven road ahead.

After about two or three kilometers away from the urban area, the taxi driver stopped the car suddenly, and expressed to Ye Xiao that he didn't want to go any further with his hands together in Arabic.

"Feel sorry."

Ye Xiao pulled out the P226 pistol at his waist, pointed at the taxi driver, and said to him in English: "I need to borrow your car, you get off right now."

Looking at the muzzle pointed at his forehead, the taxi driver raised his hands tremblingly, opened the door, and got out of the taxi.

"Youhuang!"

Ye Xiao greeted Long Jingyun who was sitting in the back row, climbed directly to the driver's seat next to him, glanced at the driver standing outside the taxi, took out a stack of Bale currency from his pocket and threw it at him. At the foot, it can be regarded as making up for the loss of the opponent.

Under the panicked eyes of the taxi driver, Ye Xiao drove the taxi away.

After the taxi drove away, the taxi driver standing alone in the same place was relieved and remembered to call the police.

But when he touched his pocket, he realized that his mobile phone was not taken down in the taxi.

……

Ye Xiao drove the taxi towards the marble factory, glanced at the mobile phone in the storage compartment, picked up the mobile phone, and threw it out of the car window.

If you keep this mobile phone, it is not ruled out that the police force in the country of Bala will use mobile phone positioning technology to track your location.

At night, all the workers in the marble factory had left work, leaving only an empty factory.

Marbles that have been cut, are being cut, and have not been cut are piled up in the open space next to them.

In the factory area of ​​the taxi, a large cloud of dust rose from the rear of the car, and even the red taillights of the car were dimmed by the dust.

"Wind wolf."

Ye Xiao slowed down and greeted Tang Feng who was sitting behind him.

Tang Feng nodded knowingly, opened the car door, jumped out of the taxi with the MK17 automatic rifle in his arms, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

After stopping the taxi in the open space, Ye Xiao raised his hand and looked at the time on his watch. There was still half an hour before meeting with Mossad.

Ye Xiao stuffed a headset into his ear, and said, "'Dark Yan', try the headset. Wind Wolf?"

"Clear, over!"

On a pile of uncut marble stones, Tang Feng knelt on the ground with his right leg, bent his left leg, and rested his left hand on his left leg, holding the MK17 automatic rifle. With his right thumb, he turned the speed machine to semi-automatic mode and calibrated it. After aiming the scope, he said to the headset: "I see you, very clearly."

"Be aware of your surroundings."

Ye Xiao pulled out the magazine of the P226 pistol, and after confirming the condition of the bullets in the magazine again, he put the magazine back in his hand and said, "Youhuang and I will meet with the Mossad people in a while, you stay in the car with Fang Fang Li, ready to meet us at any time."

"clear."

He Ziming nodded in response.

After waiting in the marble factory for more than 20 minutes, Tang Feng saw the lights of cars coming in the distance, and a black BMW car was driving towards the open space.

"Zhilong, a black BMW is approaching you." Tang Feng pressed the headset and said.

"clear."

Ye Xiao let go of the headset, pushed the door open with Long Jingyun and got out of the car.

"laugh--!"

The wheels of the black BMW car were in the open space, with two brake drag marks.

Three figures got off the black BMW and walked towards Ye Xiao and Long Jingyun.

To Ye Xiao's surprise, there was actually a woman among the three, and she was also a woman with a star-level appearance and a proud figure.

The golden curly long hair hangs over the shoulders, the fair skin looks like the effect of using a beauty camera, and the blue eyes are like blue gems.

The black suit was very professional, and the pair of proud capitals on the woman's chest stretched the shirt under the suit very tightly, almost to the point where the buttons would burst.

This woman has the face of an angel and the figure of a devil. She is an existence that can easily cause men to commit crimes.

However, Ye Xiao smelled danger from this woman.

This woman is like a poppy, gorgeous but dangerous.

The two men following the woman stopped four to five meters away from themselves and Long Jingyun, and the woman walked forward alone.

No matter what level this woman is in the Mossad, this woman has a lot of authority in this operation to capture Yuliben Hasama.

"I am Lavelle, the supervisor of this operation."

After the woman proudly introduced herself, she looked at Ye Xiao and Long Jingyun.

Lavelle's eyes stayed on Long Jingyun's body, women, especially outstanding women would compare themselves with equally outstanding women.

Obviously, in Lavelle's view, Long Jingyun is such an excellent woman.

After comparing herself with Long Jingyun in her heart, Lavelle shifted her eyes to Ye Xiao.

At this time, Lavelle's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"I didn't expect the ghost king to be so unreliable."

Lavelle said in a cold voice: "A brat like you with no hair on his head was actually asked to carry out this operation."

"We haven't had a very 'in-depth' communication, how do you know if my hair is fully grown?"

Ye Xiao challenged Lavelle with a provocative word, took a step forward, and said, "When did age become the criterion for judging ability? If that's the case, wouldn't you want to marry an 80-year-old man who is seven old?" Marriage? The older you are, the stronger your ability."

During the two years in "Blackwater International", Ye Xiao had contact with all kinds of people, and the trash talk he heard and learned could be counted in "tons".

Lavelle's chest heaved rapidly, her fists were clenched tightly, obviously very angry at Ye Xiao's two rubbish words.

But soon, Lavelle calmed down, with a sneer of disdain on the corner of her mouth, and said, "I don't want to judge your ability by the standard of age, but your performance speaks for itself."

(End of this chapter)