Chapter 989

At the same time, on a three-story building where the hostages on Sub-Island No. 2 were located, countless black militants were holding guns with nervous faces. They heard www.biquge.info explosion, but... But what about people? On the corridors of each floor, the militants were waiting for them, and their eyes were constantly scanning the surrounding situation.

Not only is it a three-story building, but the front and back of the building are armed with loaded guns.

In the distance, they could even see helicopters. But to their surprise, the helicopter had been hit by so many bullets and rockets, and there was no sign of damage! But just as they thought, the helicopter was stuck and could not fly at all. It's just that they don't understand, why hasn't the plane crashed until now?

"What's the sound!" Suddenly, more than 40 meters east of the building, a black man asked. Just now, he clearly heard footsteps. However, there was nothing but his own people around.

"You heard me wrong! Don't be suspicious. Another companion said with a gun and was equally nervous. Because that helicopter is just so weird.

"The boss said, if the situation is not right, kill all the hostages immediately!" said the black man. But as soon as he had finished speaking, the black man jerked his head back, and then frowned. The trigger in his hand almost dropped, but it was released in an instant. Because behind him there is nothing!

The two didn't notice, just under their feet, right under their feet, the grass was stepped on and lifted up in the air.

There was also a small pool not far away, which made a few strange splashes, and then calmed down.

"Cheer up, don't be suspicious!" downstairs, a terror leader rebuked. "Several mercenaries have been drawn to the main island, and there will be no one here. Don't worry, it won't be long before anyone can run!"

However, as soon as the ringleader's words fell, something strange happened!

After a dull voice, a terrorist in the upper corner of the second floor covered his neck directly, stared at him with wide eyes, and died! But there was nothing on his neck, not even a knife!

Then, one after another, the terrorists on the second floor fell one after another, some clutching their abdomen in pain, some bleeding from their necks. It's so weird that more than 30 militants on the entire second floor died strangely in less than ten seconds. And all this, no one else saw!

Suddenly, a black man coming down from the second floor stared at him sharply. "This!" for he saw one of his companions with a frightened face reaching out to him for help, and the other hand clutching his neck as if something was grabbing his throat. Click, very light, but extremely weird!

Then, his companion collapsed directly to the ground.

The black terrorist who came down from the third floor was frightened, and the AK in his hand suddenly raised his head, guarding his surroundings, and he was even more frightened and about to shout! However, at this moment, the black man found that his trigger could not be pulled, and he didn't know what suddenly covered his mouth. The next moment, there was a chill, it was the feeling of a dagger piercing into the chest!

It was at this moment that this black man saw the weirdest scene before he died, a face. A looming, transparent face. And this face is fleeting, and it disappears from sight!

On the second floor, on the third floor, this strange situation happened to every militant, and on the first floor, the rest of the guards downstairs did not see it at all. While the militants on the second and third floors were killed one after another, the terrorists downstairs and on the lawn were still guarding the three-story building with loaded guns, still watching the surrounding movements and listening to the explosions on the main island.

At the same time, in less than fifteen seconds before and after, it was a stunned effort, in a monitoring room on the third floor of the small building, through the monitoring on the second and third floors, seeing all this, the leader Kentas broke out in a cold sweat, the cigar fell from his mouth, Kentas grabbed the walkie-talkie next to him, and was about to speak.

But at this moment, in the void, the muzzle of a gun equipped with a silencer suddenly appeared, and it was pressed against his forehead. Look at the walkie-talkie again, it was also levitated, and it was grabbed violently.

"Who? who are you!" asked Kentas, looking horrified.

"Facebook. Faintly, a voice came out of the void. Then, just across from him, a figure slowly flashed out of the void. On this person's face, there is a Peking Opera mask unique to Oriental China. The next moment, with a pop, the bullet passed through the forehead of Kentas on the other side.

Then, the man with the face mask took not only his walkie-talkie, but also a remote control device in his hand.

At the same time, the hostage area on the second floor was silent.

The door was suddenly opened.

Countless eyes were cast on him, including the originally hideous, hostage-beating black militants inside. Everyone was stunned, what is the situation? Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and they look puzzled. For the door was opened, but no one entered.

A small leader motioned for his men to take a look, and at the same time the gun in his hand was turned on the safe. And just when the little leader had just taken two steps, he was stunned for a moment. For he saw the empty doorway, and on the ground, a stream of red blood flowed in from the door, more and more.

Seeing this, the little leader was shocked, "Head! There are mercenaries!"

It's late!!

Gunshots rang out! Flames burst out from several positions near the doorway, "Don't stand up!" "Squat!!" accompanied by the sound of shooting, and a sudden shout, in English, in Huaxia!

"Damn, exactly sixty seconds!" and then everyone saw the person making the sounds. It was a couple of mercenaries with faces.

Without a reaction at all, the entire empty hostage holding place on the second floor was full of terrorists who had been hit and fell to the ground. The hostages were already frightened into a mess, and if they hadn't heard the sound of not being allowed to stand up, the hostages would have run around long ago.

It's so sudden. They didn't expect the rescuers to arrive so quickly, and they hadn't even heard the fights and gunshots around them until the moment before. Those in the distance heard it, but they heard the terrorists' ridicule even more.

At the same time, the faces of the imprisoned Huaxia hostages also changed, and the faces of the Huaxia hostages were really shocked. Oh my God, it's a Chinese person, it's a Chinese mercenary who has come to save himself!

And at the same moment, the militants outside the building, "What a voice!" finally realized that something was wrong. Turning his head sharply, the militants outside the building and on the grass froze. There is no one, on the second floor, on the third floor, there is no one who originally patrolled the companions!

Although they could hear the sound of fighting on the second floor, none of them could see it. Silence, silence for a few seconds. The sound above stopped, and the dust fell to the ground. And at this time, more than a dozen faces emerged from the second floor...