Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 208 Cleaning Up (Part )

Ivan nodded and walked straight to the computer, frowned at the surveillance screen displayed on the screen, stood up, and said in a dissatisfied tone: "Take me to the surveillance room."

The monitoring at the front desk is too small and not very comprehensive. These niggas don't even know how to use the monitoring room. Suka is not included. Do they have Shi in their heads?

"Uh...ok."

The black officer was stunned for a moment, then turned to the hotel manager standing aside and yelled: "Take us to the control room!"

Under the leadership of the manager, everyone entered the security department on the negative floor. The control room was inside. The high-definition pictures on the screens clearly showed almost every corner of the World Hotel.

It can be seen that a figure wearing a black suit is displayed on one of the screens. He moves forward with the gun, looking extremely cautious and professional. From the standard TOB gun posture to the way of cutting corners at every corner, Ivan has a vicious look. Incomparably, one can tell at a glance that this guy has gone through professional killer training and is a master of single-player CQB.

There is no awareness of cooperation with others in his movement habits. If the opponent has experienced military training, then even in a single CQB situation, there will still be some subconscious habitual movements or behaviors, which peers can distinguish at a glance. That is inevitable. Even after many years, the habits formed by the troops' day-to-day training will still have some traces in the subtleties, but the opponent has none at all. It is obvious that they have not experienced team CQB training from the beginning. Usually only killers, spies and other professional guys would train like this, and they never thought about cooperating with others from the beginning.

After understanding the opponent's situation, Ivan decisively ordered: "Ladybug, you stay and pay attention to the monitoring system, and notify you at any time if there is any situation. Mr. Major, let your people go to four more teams. As before, do not carry explosives. "

"OK, don't worry, boss!" Ladybug responded.

"Okay sir." Without any resistance, the black officer took out his walkie-talkie and started giving orders: "Send four more combat teams to support. It is forbidden to carry explosives. Be sure to stop that damn bedbug upstairs!"

The commando lumberjack led the team at the front, and the team began to search upwards layer by layer. Although they knew that the opponent was still at the top, what they had to do was to eliminate the threat 100%, otherwise they would rely on surveillance and rush forward blankly. Then when you encounter the opponent, and during the fight, a lunatic or a militant suddenly pops up from behind and attacks, it will be a lot of fun.

After giving the instructions, Ivan also led the team members to prepare to search upstairs. After watching the surveillance, he knew very clearly that these gangsters could only take down the other side after they were exhausted with human lives. You can only blind them or cover them with direct firepower. Just like how you dealt with the guys in other areas before, after the artillery bombards the soldiers, fire them. If it doesn't work, just bomb again. No matter how awesome your combat skills are, don't even think about causing any waves. It's just the World Hotel after all. The place is different, and even if Apu dares, Sean will not allow him to mess around unless it is absolutely necessary.

"Full defensive battle formation, search and advance!"

I didn't make a mistake, but if you made a mistake, I would be able to survive and win, and complete a beautiful battle. Of course, we also have to consider how to deal with some unexpected situations. All tactical actions and the like are for this purpose. Birth.

In fact, special operations are not as magical as imagined, and special forces are not as awesome as imagined. Special operations is a concept of fighting in a special way, and the essence of special operations tactics is to do the best under limited conditions. Strive to increase the combat skills of error tolerance and try not to make mistakes. The top special forces are the most proficient warriors who have mastered this technology, nothing more.

It's just a good idea to let these gangsters play forward and die, adding some trouble to the opponent and wearing down the opponent's mental state. No amount of insurance for your own team members is too much.

For example, if they are ordinary soldiers, if their teammates check the surveillance and report points at any time, they are likely to ignore these rooms or corners where there are no clear enemies, and these locations are blind spots for surveillance. If these If there are enemies in the room or corner, it will be a disaster.

The team searched forward in an orderly manner, sparing no room or corner. This combat method has been integrated into their blood. Every move is like a formula, copied and pasted mechanically.

"Safe!" The team had just finished searching the last room on the third floor when they suddenly heard a fierce exchange of fire, and the crisp sound of 56 rushed into the air.

Da da da……

"Attention, the enemy has entered the sixth floor of the stairs and is exchanging fire with four squads of government troops."

"Copy that, continue to observe."

Observer Ladybug's report came from the headset. Ivan and the others did not feel any fluctuation in their hearts. They just repeated the previous actions and continued to search upstairs.

The gunshots upstairs quickly stopped, and not long after, they rang out again. The fierce gunfire seemed to tell the story of the stalemate between the two sides.

On the sixth floor, Jeremiah looked at the 56 punch in his hand, his face extremely ugly. He had a premonition that he might not survive today. There were endless people on the other side. He could just see through the windows of other rooms that the hotel It was obvious that they were surrounded outside, and what he was doing now was nothing more than fighting against a trapped beast.

More people came in this time, and the firepower was more ferocious. He was firmly suppressed by the intensive firepower, and he didn't dare to show his head at all. Even though he was nearly one meter away from the edge of the wall, the tiny wall tiles that spattered hit him. His face still hurt.

The only good thing may be that the opponent will not suppress the enemy and move forward. He only knows how to stand still when he pulls the trigger. He does not know how to cover each other and weaken the enemy's living space. There is also a lot of firepower connection when reloading. The huge gap was the reason why he was able to find the opportunity to carry out an effective counterattack, but there were too many enemies this time. He just made a secret calculation and found that there should be no less than thirty people below.

He is not a god. He cannot use Wushuang to kill the opponent directly. Being able to fight like this is already the limit. He can only rely on limited counterattack opportunities to slowly kill the opponent, but time is not on his side.

As time passed, only a dozen or so of the enemies downstairs were consumed. These soldiers were on the verge of emotional collapse, and each one of them kept mumbling words like voodoo.

Jeremiah clicked on a new magazine. This was the last magazine he carried. It could be said that he was at the end of his rope.

blah blah blah...

"what--!"

One of the soldiers seemed to have a mental breakdown. He roared like crazy and rushed forward blankly!

(End of this chapter)