"Roger, receive, receive—" The response from his teammates came over the communication channel, which made West's mind feel much more reassured.

On the battlefield, West's worst fear is an order to go down, and there is only silence in the communication channel.

This horror was experienced twice in West's career as a soldier, and these bloody lessons made him grow into an excellent captain.

West's 'Snake Fang' team ranks second in the entire Uhtright Company, second only to the 'Thunder Fire' team, and in terms of infiltration and assassination, the 'Snake Fang' team is even higher in the company than the 'Thunder Fire' team, which is the best at frontal assault.

The so-called elite of a hundred battles is nothing more than that.

As the captain, West likes to gather as much intelligence as possible before each mission, deduce the battle plan with his partners, and make a plan for all kinds of accidents as much as possible.

However, the information provided by Huck's dog thing said that in this mission, the other party is only one, at most two psychopathic killers, who like to use pliers or sticks to break the victim's body bones, and there are currently three victims.

Of course, the background of these three victims has also been investigated, but they are just some biker gangsters.

At the time, West didn't care - what kind of powerful person could he make a mortal enmity with this kind of biker gangster?

You know, you have to be qualified to make a feud, a gangster can't make a feud with a business tycoon, you can't even see anyone, how can you make a feud?

However, although Citi does not have the saying of 'lion fighting rabbit', it also has a similar aphorism, although the opponent is very rubbish, but West did not take it lightly, but according to the convention, made a set of normal plans, two sets of backup plans and two sets of retreat plans.

For example, today, the first plan is to capture the opponent alive, and it is to deal with the kind of non-professional small characters who rely on blood to take revenge.

The second set of solutions is to deal with professional killers or soldiers, with extremely strong individual combat capabilities, even including masters at the level of soldiers.

As for the third plan, it is not to deal with one person at all, but to use a powerful and tacit combat team as the hypothetical goal, and treat the other party as an elite of the same level as the 'snake tooth' team.

The fourth and fifth sets of combat plans are retreat plans for everyone to flee for their lives in an orderly manner according to the pre-planned route.

Don't look at the simplicity of the word escape, but it is not as easy as running away, speaking of which, these two sets of retreat plans are the most painstaking part of West.

Now, West didn't understand what was going on, and it was impossible for his two men to miss a target at such close range, even at a near-stationary point.

This abnormal phenomenon made West feel very bad, so even if the two sides had not officially played each other, he asked the guys to be ready to grease the soles of their feet.

He doesn't like this kind of fumbling opponent more than a strong opponent.

As for bodyguard work, fuck it, guys' lives are a lot more important than a dumb boy.

At most, take that kid with you when you retreat.

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Not far from the villa, the man in black (actually a black tracksuit with a hood) was still approaching the villa unhurriedly.

On the second floor of the villa, before West's next order, they still held professional equipment with silencers, and two guns, one south and one north, formed a small crossfire network, and the rhythmic point fire did not stop for a moment, but the result was only to splash sparks on the ground.

West stood guard in the hall on the first floor, and looked out through the gap in the curtain with a military telescope, in which the distance of sixty or seventy meters was simply close in front of him.

The figure in black looked a little blurry in the dim light of the courtyard of the villa, like a thinned old photograph, lacking texture in the lens of the telescope.

West even saw that the trajectory of several bullets completely penetrated the black-robed man's body, hitting the ground behind him, and a cluster of sparks appeared, but the black-robed man continued to move forward unharmed, and there was no trace of damage to his clothes.

"Damn, who's messing with Chris's house? Is this a ghost? With flashbangs!" West had no idea from trying to disturb the local residents.

"Teng-" The bright light shone, and West naturally avoided their gaze, only Allen, who was wearing a special eyepiece, was still staring outside.

(If you don't have a dedicated eyepiece, you wouldn't have used flashbangs in a battle to blind both friends and foes, which is hilarious.) ）

"He's gone!Flashbang works!" Observer Alan cried out in the communication channel.

"I'm going, are we really ghosts? We're not exorcists, how did the boss take on such a job?"

"Shut up, be careful, you haven't been sure it's safe yet!" Although West was also a little skeptical, as the captain, he couldn't let the guys relax - I don't know if the other party is really dead!

"In-" In the communication channel, a short call was cut off, and Alan only uttered half a 'in' before cutting off.

As an observer, Allen's combat post is in the roof garden of the villa, that is, the murderer is above everyone's head.

"Units are coming to me! Berry is ready to take it! Fifth Plan!" West yelled.

Regardless of whether the other party is a ghost or not, this elusive ability alone has already made him creepy.

There's nothing trickier than dealing with such an enemy in complex terrain.

At this time, West has completely ignored the problem of personal concealment, the other party is like a ghost, and if the guys are separated to fight, they will only be broken by the other party.

When the three of them gathered together in the hall, there was a sudden gunfire on the second floor of the villa, and then it was instantly quiet, and deathly silence enveloped the entire villa.

Not far above their heads, Lawrence's body was threaded through a steel pipe, swaying.

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For the current Ovaneette (Motokazu Yanagi), the bullet velocity is no longer inexplicable. In the case of a rifle bullet, the velocity of the bullet in the barrel can exceed the speed of sound, but after leaving the barrel, the speed of the bullet decreases dramatically - the air resistance of a high-speed moving object is very huge.

Especially for rifles with silencers, the presence of the silencer itself will greatly reduce the speed of the bullet, this speed change is of course useless to ordinary people, and those who should be shot have to be shot, but for Owinnet, the bullet that has been reduced in speed has to fly through his perception range of eighty meters, which is like an old cow dragging a broken car.

Therefore, in West's eyes, his figure was a little blurry, but in fact, it was the layers of afterimages left by Owinette in the dim light when he moved his body at high speed.

The flash grenade explosion did dazzle Owinnet's eyes, originally he thought it was a bomb, and deliberately accelerated the sword airflow, trying to block it hard and test the power of the grenade.

However, Owinette doesn't just see the world with his eyes, and the moment he realizes that something is wrong, his body plummets and sinks, and the illusion of a streamer flies to the ground.

In its place, there was only one afterimage, which gradually dissipated like a melted snowman under the bright light.

The two-storey villa is not much higher than a step for Owinette, the faint streamer is against the wall and rises sharply, and before the person has stepped on the roof, a big hand is already like a dragon probing claw, and the other grabs the observer Alan who is stretching his neck and carefully observing the situation downstairs.

The human skull is one of the hardest parts of the human body, but under the claws of Owinnet, the hard skull is torn apart like a fragile melon, and in the white brain splatter, Alan only has time to burst out half of the word 'in', and the body that has lost the upper half of the head has fallen limply on the railing of the villa roof.

White brains, mixed with a small amount of blood, red and white, flowed down the railing, wisps of meandering downward, perhaps until the moment of death, the observer Alan also wanted to remind his comrades that death had come to their heads.

On the second floor of the villa, hearing Allen's dying alarm and Captain West's recruitment order, Lawrence and Billa rushed out of the rooms at both ends of the villa almost at the same time, the passage on the second floor of the villa was a straight corridor, and the unobstructed view allowed the two of them to see each other directly, and the staircase leading to the first floor was between the two.

The muzzles of the two men pointed at each other's sides, and the vision without dead ends can ensure the safety of the back of their comrades, which is the cooperation and trust honed by being born and dying together many times, and if another person points a gun at them like this, they must explode.

The two men walked in the opposite direction, striding towards the staircase in the middle, and in the rush, the muzzle of the gun in their hands was able to remain steady, and their training made every move meet the optimal combat needs.

However, the next moment, Lawrence saw that beside Billa, who was running on the opposite side, a hand suddenly reached out from the wall and grabbed Billa's throat, who was running wildly.

At the sound of bones shattering, Billa's face suddenly turned bloody, and then her head tilted to the side and fell.

When the strange hand sticking out of the wall retracted, Billa's neck was as thick as a stick.

Lawrence was furious and fired at the wall next to Billa, as he continued to rush forward in an attempt to help his comrades.

When he found that Billa was no longer saved, Lawrence rushed to the railing of the staircase in the middle of the villa.

Lawrence immediately decided that when his comrades were still alive, of course he had to do his best to rescue them, but his comrades were dead, and the opponent was so strange that he even regarded the wall as nothing.

I can't see what's going on behind the walls.

Such an enemy, and in the complex environment of the villa, he has absolutely no possibility of winning.

Now it's time for him to save himself with all his might.

Chris's villa is a two-story building, with a roof garden on the roof, and inside the villa, there is a spacious and bright hall surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass windows, of course, with curtains.

At the end of the hall, there is a wooden staircase that curves upwards and leads to the second floor of the villa.

The end of the staircase is at the left end, and then a row of wooden railings extends to the right to prevent accidental falls from the second floor.

Lawrence was at this row of wooden railings at the moment, and instead of continuing to rush forward to the top of the stairs and walk down the stairs, he pointed the muzzle of his gun diagonally seven meters ahead, where the strange hand had just poked out of the wall - as a warrior, you can't turn your back on the enemy at any time, that's the way to die.

With his eyes fixed on the wall that the strange hand was sticking out, Lawrence jumped to the side without turning his head, and as long as he could get over the meter-high handrail of the staircase, he could fall into the hall on the first floor, where there were his comrades who could be entrusted with life and death.

As for the height from the second floor to the hall, it was nothing for Lawrence, at most because of his poor landing posture and minor injuries.

Just as Lawrence felt like he had crossed the railing and was about to fall down, a long steel pipe stabbed out of the opposite wall like lightning, and went straight through Lawrence's throat, hanging him in the air.

Lawrence's body swayed from side to side on the steel pipe a few times, and his right hand tried to reach out to grab the steel pipe, but his hand was halfway through, and finally it hung limply.

And his left hand hung down at his side, making a gesture of "the enemy is irresistible, retreat immediately".

"Retreat!" West was furious, who the fuck was this opponent, or what the hell? Huck, that bastard, there must be something wrong with the information he provided!

At this time, where can West still take care of the protected object on the second floor? In the blink of an eye, his three buddies are already more than lucky, and now the question is whether he can retreat safely with the rest of the people.

As for the bodyguard job, fuck it, you'll have to settle accounts with that old bastard Huck when you get back.

A shot shattered the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and West broke off and walked backwards, the muzzle of the gun pointed in the direction of the stairs, Bis opened the way, Andriol was in the middle, and the three men rushed out, and in this direction, no more than twenty meters, there was a modified military Humvee parked there.

The three of them had just run out of the villa, and before they had taken a few steps, a figure with teeth and claws fell from the sky and rushed down towards the three of them.

"It's Billa!" Andriol shouted.

"Shoot!" West yelled at the same time, muzzle pointing upward, shooting at the figure falling from the sky.

The figure that swooped down in mid-air was divided into two, one accelerated and fell, and the other flashed horizontally.

'Puff' Billa's body fell into the dust, but another black shadow flashed into a bush at this moment, which was obviously sparse and could not hide people at all, but lost his figure.

"Let's go!" the three of them scanned back to back, each nervously scanning their direction, and quickly moved towards the Humvee.

As soon as he arrived in front of the Humvee, Andriol opened the door and started the engine, West and Bis took turns guarding each other, and after jumping into the car one by one, the Humvee roared, smashed through the fence of the villa, and rushed into the street.

"Be silent and observant. West whispered in the communication channel.

The next moment, the Humvee had no intention of turning at all, and crashed straight into the green belt across the road, until it hit a big tree, and then stopped.

Blood, spilling from the cracks under the door of the Humvee, was dripping and accumulating in puddles on the grass.

Eight hundred meters away, on a large tree with lush foliage, the sniper Berry was already in tears.