If it weren't for the fact that the person who was arrested was Tobin Foster, who had been wanted for nearly two decades and had betrayed too much classified information, C1A might have really given General Ross, who has always been known for his toughness, some face.

After a long night's sleep, a six-man combat team from C1A escorted Tobin out of the Foreign Affairs Embassy and headed for a special safe house in Johannesburg.

Rose, who received the call, angrily dropped the microphone in his hand, scolded a few times, and then stared at his henchman assistant and asked, "How long does it take for Bronski to arrive in Johannesburg?"

The assistant hurriedly looked at his watch, "There are about 30 minutes to arrive at the airport."

After speaking, he carefully reminded, "Sir, we don't have the right to act in Africa, and I'm worried that Bronsky's team may not even be able to get out of the airport."

Hearing this, Ross smiled a little, "Don't worry, I've dredged up the relationship, and Bronski will be authorized as soon as he gets off the plane."

On the contrary, it is impossible for a department of this nature of C1A to be recognized by South Africans, tell Bronski not to be afraid to grab people from C1A, let alone conflict.

My concern now is whether we can keep up with the people and cars that are escorting Tobin Foster with C1A."

"This must be no problem, sir", the assistant smiled confidently, "Although the military attache in the Foreign Affairs Pavilion did not dare to cross C1A and directly detain Tobin Foster,

But he had already sent people to wait outside the Foreign Affairs Embassy to keep an eye on him, and as soon as Tobin's car left, he was targeted by satellites in the sky."

Rose nodded, looked at the picture on the big screen in the command center, and then smiled and said, "Very good."

Tobin's convoy circled Johannesburg for several blocks to make sure no one was following before heading to the safe house.

With this delay, Bronski and his seven-man team had landed at the airport.

Signing a document, they boarded a Black Hawk helicopter and chased it straight in the direction of the convoy.

In the Johannesburg safe house, Colin, who had been at ease for a whole year, looked at the convoy that appeared on the surveillance screen with some speechlessness.

I thought that in a place like Johannesburg, there would definitely be no unexpected tasks, so in the eyes of other C1A newcomers, the drudgery is a rare place to hide in the eyes of Colin, who is not short of money.

It's a pity that the more people don't want to do things and get promoted, the more things tend to lean on him.

Watching the people on the surveillance screen press the doorbell and say the password to enter the safe house, Colin had to pick up the phone, call the headquarters, confirm the password, and open the elevator door in the underground parking lot.

When he saw in the interrogation room that the person he was brought in was Tobin Foster, the C1A most wanted criminal, he couldn't help but think that something was going on.

Sure enough, five minutes before the interrogation began, the power in the safe house suddenly went off, and after the backup power was connected, all the monitoring screens began to appear with snowflakes.

"Invaded, we were invaded".

Hearing Colin's warning, the leader of the combat team immediately shouted to the team members, "Prepare for battle, prepare for battle."

Standing on the rooftop, the white ghost in the Kun fighter complained to Sunday while changing equipment, "Didn't you say that it would only take half an hour to fly back to London?"

So why does TM's go back and forth for more than two hours?

Otherwise, I'll be able to get rid of these wastes on their way to Tobin."

"I'm sorry, but when I got back to England, Mr. Devon Hill had just gotten up, and it took me a while to report to him, and it took a little longer to interrogate Eric the traitor, so I 、、、 it."

"So?" thrust the two titanium knives into the scabbards on his back, the White Ghost pursed his lips and mocked, "So, I said that you are a dog leg in the artificial intelligence world, and I was not wrong at all.

Wagging his tail and begging for mercy on his master, for me, a person who is fighting on the front line and needs your full assistance, he pushes back and obstructs me in various ways."

It's a pity that the White Ghost's words were unintentional for Sunday, and he said to the White Ghost according to William's instructions,

"There's one of us in the safe house, do you need me to remind him to cooperate with you?"

"What?"

The white ghost, who was using smart glasses to watch the safehouse situation transmitted back by the spider robot, suddenly heard Sunday's words, and his heart was shocked.

His voice trembled a little and asked, "You're not joking with me?" Or is the Devon Hill family's power so large that they can install forces in C1A at will?"

In that case, what else do you need me to do here?"

After waiting for a few seconds, and not waiting for Sunday's reply, I heard the sound of a helicopter propeller coming from the horn of the Kun fighter.

"Hell, someone is coming to steal my business again"

As soon as the words fell, through the stealth glass window of the fighter, I saw the Black Hawk helicopter turning around in this five-story building, slowly stopping in the air seven or eight meters in the air.

The cabin opened, two rappelling ropes were thrown out of the helicopter, and eight heavily armed GIs descended onto the rooftop.

But the landing place of these GIs, who were so good to die, was only five or six meters away from the stealthy Kun fighters.

The corners of the white ghost's mouth crooked, picked up the fully enclosed white helmet and put it on his head, waited for the helicopter to take off, took out four darts from his back, and said to Sunday,

"Open the hatch".

Two old American soldiers with spears, half-kneeling on the rooftop, on guard in the direction of the stealthy Zhongkun fighter, looked at the hatch that suddenly opened in the air,

As soon as his pupils retracted, he was shot into his head by two darts piercing his helmet, and fell to the ground without saying a word of prompting.

When the two sounds of "poof, poof" reached the ears of the other soldiers, when they turned around, they were greeted by a burst of knife light.

The two GIs who were close to the white ghost were directly cut off by him.

"Enemy attack 、、、".

"Da-da-da, da-da-da", the remaining GIs slammed the trigger on the white ghost.

It's a pity that before firing, the white ghost threw out the two darts in his left hand, and then pulled out the remaining knife.

Wielding two titanium knives in both hands, blocking most of the bullets, and rolling to the side twice, the two katanas in his hands turned into flying knives and shot through the two GIs who were firing.

Standing up, he patted the deformed bullet on the ninja suit, and after a 'ding-ding' sound, the white ghost looked at the person who had hit his own dart with interest, but was not dead.

However, he dodged it, but the dart shot at the door of the brain still scratched a blood mark on the opponent's scalp, and it looked like the guy was still a little concussed.

Bronski got up from the ground, knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground, shook his head a few times, and sobered up a little before he remembered his mission and the sudden attack.

He was extremely experienced, and he quickly understood his situation.

Not to mention his poor physical condition at this time, even in his heyday, in the face of this kind of melee master with full body bulletproof, it won't take him a few rounds for him to escape.

Even if you don't escape, you have to keep enough distance to win.

But at this time, Bronsky couldn't think of a reason to fight any more than flee.

Looking up at the White Ghost, Bronsky did not hesitate to draw two grenades, and rushed out of the balcony and fell to the ground as he pulled out the safety as he pulled back his katana.