Soldiers Assault: Veteran Special Recruits

Chapter 133 The newcomers Eight Immortals cross the sea, each showing their magical powers (subscription required)
"Empty bombs? It's really good to scare people."

Jackie Chan found a place for the gangster to sleep at ease, picked up the gangster's 81 bar, unloaded the magazine, looked at it, and reloaded it on the gun.

He walked out of the container with a gun and walked straight towards the iron stairs.

The gangsters under the stairs saw Jackie Chan. Because the warehouse was always smoky and wearing a gas mask affected his vision, he saw things hazy and blurry.

Seeing Jackie Chan, who was also dressed as a gangster, coming over, the gangster didn't notice anything wrong.

Instead, he took the initiative to call out and asked, "Big man, how are you doing?"

"Big one?"

Jackie Chan immediately thought of the owner of the clothes, the 1 meter gangster who was strangled by him.

There is not much difference in height between the two, and with blurred vision, it is normal for the brain to make misjudgments under the influence of preconceived thoughts.

Jackie Chan knows that if he makes a sound, he will be exposed, and acquaintances are very sensitive to each other's voices.

So he didn't answer with a word, but stretched out his finger to the back of the gangster, meaning to find something behind that side, so he came here.

Because no suspicion had arisen by this time, the gangsters under the stairs did not suspect him.

Immediately turned around and looked back.

Blocked by smoke, I couldn't see clearly.

He squinted his eyes and looked carefully for a while, trying to find out what was going on.

Unaware of the "big man" behind him, he suddenly accelerated his movement after turning his head, and stepped behind him in a few strides.

shuh~
A hand knife slashed over.

The gangster under the stairs turned into a sleeping baby on the spot, and fell from the box as soon as his body tilted.

Jackie Chan reached out and bent down in time to catch the gangster's body from mid-air, lifted and shook it with one hand, carried it easily on his shoulder and walked back.

Put him in the equipment control room next to him, and closed the door when he went out.

After clearing the two major obstacles on the road, Jackie Chan walked lightly along the rusty iron stairs to the second floor of the warehouse.

There are a row of board houses on each side of the above, and the middle is connected by an iron frame corridor.

The location where Jackie Chan came up was a cross corridor, next to it was a small house with a very small interior area like a security booth.

Standing in the corridor was too obvious, Jackie Chan advanced into the small house and observed the second floor through the window.

From the second floor, the view is wider. Not only can you have a panoramic view of all the gangsters, but you can also see the core goal of this mission.

Near the exit of the warehouse, a tattered pickup truck was parked, with a few boxes in the back, and TNT could be seen written on it.

The so-called bomb must be this car.

"what?"

Sudden.

Jackie Chan found that at 7 o'clock, that is, next door to where he came out, at a distance of about 25 meters, a person was coming out of the passage.

Take a closer look.

The "small and exquisite" figure made Jackie Chan smile.

Xu Sanduo, who was crawling out of the passage cautiously, was very cautious in his movements. After looking at it for a long time, he safely climbed out and hid against the wall.

"This is C4, I have entered the factory area, looking for bombs, over."

Xu Sanduo reported the situation in a low voice, even though there was no movement in the earphones, he started to move, heading for the location of the mission target.

Unlike Jackie Chan, where gangsters go, the main focus is to clear the field.

What Xu Sanduo focuses on is concealment, he doesn't go where there are people, and hides when he sees someone coming, trying to avoid the sight of all gangsters.

During the period, he seemed to be aware of something, and glanced in the direction of Jackie Chan.

"Good guy, this kid has a strong sixth sense. He can actually feel that I am looking at him. If I didn't hide quickly, he would have seen me."

Jackie Chan easily avoided Xu Sanduo's sight, stopped chasing and watching the show, and continued to work on his hunt.

"Is there anyone there just now? It seems to be there, but I didn't see it. I was too tired. I didn't sleep well last night, and my eyes were blurred?"

Xu Sanduo didn't see anyone in the small room on the second floor. He suspected that his eyes were hallucinating, so he shook his head and continued to search.

"Acting" command.

Wu Zhe had already been arrested by three old A's, and sent to Yuan Lang who was sitting outside a small board room, concentrating on playing games with his handheld.

"What's the situation? Tell me."

Yuan Lang glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and continued to stare at the handheld without raising his head.

"The first half is pretty much the same, but as soon as he entered the war zone, he broke through and jumped out on his own initiative. This scene can no longer be performed." An old A replied.

"What do you mean?"

Yuan Lang frowned, but still didn't look up.

"You have too many loopholes."

With a slightly contemptuous smile, Wu Zhe stood up and replied directly: "The railroad tracks are rusted and bent in places that claim to store more than [-] tons of goods.

In such a heavily polluted environment, the gangsters only wore a gas mask. Are they robots?
Moreover, the equipment is too old. I even found a lathe produced before the founding of the People's Republic of China. It should appear in the waste station, not the chemical raw material distribution base.

Although the magazine contains live ammunition, I am sure there must be something wrong. I haven't had time to study the specific problem.

I think that all of your actions are just exercising my ability to doubt. "

Wu Zhe was able to see so many problems without insulting his personality as a master, which fully proved that it is really difficult for smart people to deceive.

"If there are no loopholes, it can only be a real battlefield." Yuan Lang wrote lightly.

It is normal for him to have loopholes in the drill.

"You have reached a dead end, and this is the unsolvable problem." Wu Zhe mocked.

Yuan Lang glanced at Wu Zhe and asked, "Where has he gone?"

"He was killed when he was 50 meters away from the target, and he failed to reach the warehouse to complete the task." Old A team member replied.

"I can tell you very clearly that four people have entered the warehouse and are trying to complete the task. They have also experienced what you suspect, but they were not eliminated in advance like you."

Yuan Lang's tone of voice was very calm, but the meaning in his words was full of gunpowder.

"Although I can't be them, they can't replace me either."

Wu Zhe counterattacked confidently, and then said: "I suspected from the beginning that you set up this trap, but the too realistic bullets fooled me, then you succeeded, and I am convinced of this."

"Have you ever thought that if you didn't doubt it at the beginning, you could get closer to the target, and now you wouldn't be standing in front of me, but in the warehouse like them, and it would be possible to complete the mission?" Yuan Lang asked road.

"Everyone has their own talent, but I can't pretend to be stupid when I see it." Wu Zhe said bluntly.

The corner of Yuan Lang's mouth rose.

He glanced at Wu Zhe again, but didn't speak this time.

……

warehouse here.

Xu Sanduo searched carefully for a long time, but did not find the bomb mentioned in the mission.

Fortunately, there are no enemies guarding this road, unlike other places where gangsters are guarding every opening, so Xu Sanduo can easily find his way in.

After searching for a long time without any results, Xu Sanduo was too tired and urgently needed to adjust.

I happened to see a small house in front of me, so I went all the way to the outside of the equipment control room, and checked that there was no one inside.

He opened the door and hid in.

As a result, I was shocked as soon as I entered, and goose bumps all over my body.

I almost lost control and called my mother!
original.

Under the corner of the wall near the door, lay a criminal with his eyes closed, lying there motionless, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

It took Xu Sanduo a while to come back to his senses, knowing that now is not the time to be in a daze.

Hastily closed the door.

Then he carefully stretched out his hand and put it under the gangster's nose for a test, and found that the gangster was still breathing and not dead.

Xu Sanduo heaved a sigh of relief.

The body was lying against the corner of the wall as if exhausted, rested for a while, and waited for the breathing to be a little smoother, then pressed the headset to report: "I am C4, I am still following up, and arrived at a small house on the southeast side of the railway track inside……

The gangsters were very professional and there were a lot of people, blocking all the entrances and exits.

I haven't seen the gunman on the second floor. I think it's a camouflage. Other team members should be careful.

However, I found a comatose gangster here. I don't know why he was comatose here, and I don't know who did it.

But they only wear gas masks, maybe the pollution here is not as serious as the tunnel, and..."

Xu Sanduo looked at the unconscious gangster, his eyes rolled on the clothes the gangster was wearing, and continued: "I can get the gangster's clothes, I think... I want to pretend to be them, and try again.

If I'm not dead...forget it.

I'll continue to report. If the command center can hear it, please send someone to the channel to rescue my teammates immediately. Maybe they can still be saved, so it must be fast.

Also, if, if I die, ask Jackie Chan to send my pension to my father, I believe he is still alive, he is much better than me, over. "

Xu Sanduo made a long-winded talk, as if he was saying his last farewell before dying.

Done.

Take two deep breaths.

Boldly took off the anti-chemical hood, tried to take a few breaths, wiped the sweat off his face, and waited for a few seconds.

Excitedly said: "I didn't wear protective equipment, and I didn't die after breathing air."

After speaking, the excitement dissipated in a second.

He said sadly: "However, I think I may have been poisoned, chronic poisoning is not so fast to die, but before I die, it should be enough for me to try to complete the task.

Well, I won't live long, and that's all, it's time for me to go. "

Xu Sanduo ended the call.

Staring at the unconscious gangster on the ground, he began to take off his clothes and equipment.

This picture feels a little weird.

Xu Sanduo changed his clothes to prepare for the last fight. With the determination to die, he used his life as a bet on a chance to complete the task.

What a tragic style of painting!
At this time, Jackie Chan, who had been on the second floor for a few minutes, had the complete opposite of Xu Sanduo's style of painting.

He didn't have any tragic and tragic, but the gangster on the second floor was very tragic.

One is worse than the other!

Whether it's a gangster disguised with the help of the terrain, or a gangster guarding the observation point, or a gangster taking a short nap in the room.

They were all easily picked out by Jackie Chan, and all of them were knocked down.

The six gangsters assigned to the entire second floor have now been wiped out by Jackie Chan.

The six poor children who fell into a deep sleep were neatly laid out in a room by Jackie Chan, and the scene was more or less funny.

"A total of 10 have been killed now, and only the six downstairs are left. Before the gangsters in front wake up, there should be enough time."

Jackie Chan made a rough calculation, went out of the room and closed the door, ready to do the final cleaning.

But at this moment...

"The fire is too big, don't burn the car, hurry up and put out the fire with a few people."

Suddenly there was a shout of gangsters downstairs.

Jackie Chan ran over and looked down, and found that it was a TNT wooden box on a small truck, and a raging flame was already burning on the top right now.

Eighty percent of the gangsters wanted to ignite TNT to create an atmosphere and trick the rest of the newcomers out.

As a result, too much gasoline was poured, and the fire burned too much.

It is not easy to get the drill props, and the price of a small truck is not cheap. If it is allowed to catch fire, the small truck may really be ignited.

(End of this chapter)