With a pistol in hand, An Zhiyuan walked around the piles of garbage and rubble and quietly walked through the dilapidated building.

They were on the top floor, then, his only way down but the roof.

He already knew where the exit was, but he wasn't sure where the villains were.

He didn't know anything about it, except to venture out and try to get in touch with the team, and if he could get him out, it would be dawn in an hour, and he would have to take the team to a safe place before dawn.

Evacuated transports will be waiting for them there.

He stopped around the corner of the hallway, leaning against the wall, poking his head out slightly to take in the situation.

An ominous figure appeared at the entrance to a room in the distance - it was the guard on duty.

He was staring at the cell with an evil smile on his face, and there were painful wails coming out, and the sound of constant whipping was heard, and there were loud rants and curses in an incomprehensible language.

An Zhiyuan gently pressed against his intercom, "No. 1 has completed the mission, and now there is an undercover agent, our task is to save him, evacuate quickly, and start cleaning up the garbage now!"

"One received!"

His subordinates replied.

Next, only a slight whiffle and grunt could be heard, the guard collapsed softly, An Zhiyuan quietly dragged the guard into the house, and then he stepped over the corpse on the ground and closed the door tightly.

He silently descended the hallway, carefully inspecting the few rooms with open doors.

He and his comrades must not be left behind.

The weapon in hand has been put on the silencer, and the silent solution will not cause these people to find out.

The stairwell was like a monster opening its mouth wide in a black hole at him.

The darkness is reassuring, and it doesn't just mean that there are no guards, but that it also covers other people.

People still retain the primitive instincts of cavemen, who need light comfort when they are awake so that they can see the approach of the enemy. Darkness is the weapon used by the interrogator to destroy the captives, as it exacerbates the feelings of helplessness and breaks their nerves.

But he's a special forces, and darkness is just an environment he can exploit.

It is his usual means of protection.

There was a slight brightness above him, and he realized that he was close to the bottom of the stairs. He stopped in the shadows where he could protect himself, listening to every movement.

The comrades-in-arms must also be acting in the dark.

You don't need to see it, that intuition is always wrong.

He walked carefully into the stairwell with his back against the wall to avoid the rubble. Although he was quite sure that the stairs were safe because the kidnappers had not used them, he could not risk it. These idiots piled up the stairs and blocked their own way out.

The sound of their cursing and explaining conversation could be heard in the distance, but it was too far away for him to hear. It didn't matter, he already knew where they were, and now he got his wish.

That Wu Gang must be in this room.

Based on all his experience, there are many tasks that can be done perfectly, and he can count everything that can be carried out according to the plan with one hand.

But he can't prepare for mechanical failures, accidents, and the natural environment, and the human factor is unpredictable, just like Wu Gang's matter now, no matter what, they won't die without help.

That's not what a soldier should do, and it's very likely that this person is their comrade-in-arms, so it's even less likely to give up.

Looking at the ghostly figure at the other end of the corridor, reinforcements arrived.