When explosions and gunfire are all over the place, the big picture is settled. At night, the building of the biological company was quiet, and there was no one there. Inside the massive underground structure, only a few people are awake, others are dreaming.

The members of the organization in charge of guarding are not all amateurs, and the commandos are also faced with veterans who have withdrawn from the battlefield. After breaking into the heavily defended base, the enemy unfurled an impermeable network of fire in the narrow corridor.

"Enemy machine-gun positions have been found ahead, and access is blocked!"

"Leave it to us!"

The flanks of the machine-gun positions exploded, and then grenades rained down on them. After a few explosions, the assault team passed through this line of defense and followed the map towards the intended target.

Regardless of whether the opponent was caught off guard by surprise attacks, the position of the commando team was originally to fight away. Even if you have practiced many times at the simulated training ground, you are not as familiar with the terrain as the people in the organization.

Thus, the demolition team in the commando carried enough explosives. They blasted passages at key locations to give the commandos a better route to assault.

Crazy, in this kind of underground structure, the slightest mistake can cause a collapse. Even the use of grenades requires extreme care, let alone blasting walls.

The person in charge of the base found himself unable to contact anyone, whether it was the superior unit or Gin. The commandos cut off all communications, and even if the organization was aware of it, it would be after the operation was over.

"They're here to save the CIA, to find the CIA, to kill him!"

This decision was the wisest decision ever made by the head of the base. However, he forgot one thing, why the commandos would quietly bypass the security system.

After the liaison subordinate, the person in charge sat nervously in his chair. Unable to contact his superiors, unable to contact Gin, in the face of a sudden attack, his pressure doubled. Even if he dodges this catastrophe, the organization doesn't know if he will be punished for dereliction of duty.

"Report! The captive is gone, he escaped! "The news from the communicator is tantamount to adding insult to injury, the person in charge is interrogating Hondo Eiyou that day. It is not difficult for him to imagine what he will be treated if he falls into the hands of the CIA.

Those intelligence agencies don't care about conventions, and their methods of torturing people are even more terrifying than those of terrorists!

"Damn," he muttered, "where the hell did that CIA kid go?" ”

"Here." At the same time as the voice sounded, the person in charge felt a cold in his neck.

He raised his hands in fear: "No, no, big brother, my bosses were watching at that time, I can't help but be ruthless!" I have an eighty-year-old mother, and a wife and children—"

The sound of gunfire interrupted him mercilessly, and blood splattered onto Hondo Eiyu's cold face. He put away his gun and walked out of the office.

In the name of his fallen comrades-in-arms, he swore that Hondo Eiyo would not be weak again.

With Hondo Eiyu's methods, it is impossible to escape from the prison. This is also thanks to Toru Amuro. He will bring delicious food to visit Eiyu Hondo tomorrow, and it is all the things he liked to eat when he was a child. This phenomenon naturally caught the attention of Eiyu Hondo, and he began to pay attention to Toru Amuro's words and deeds.

Tell Eiyu Hondo the CIA's plan of action and time through special means, and Toru Amuro puts the escape kit in the package and gives it to him.

The plan was successful, and the commando team met with Eiyu Hondo. Support forces will occupy the area and search for it.

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A black Porsche drives on the road. It's getting late, but in a city with a lot of nightlife, it's like there's a constant flow of cars. To the relief of many car owners, there are many vehicles that look like there are many at night, at least there will be no traffic jams.

Ah, if only that happened during the day.

"Status report, locked target vehicle, black Porsche, is traveling at a speed of eighty kilometers per hour." A large off-road vehicle is following the Porsche. With its tall body, the CIA has installed high-definition cameras on it. Keep a long distance when tracking and don't worry about losing your target.

"So pay attention to the vehicle, pursue the surrounding vehicle as planned, you can use ****** and pistols, and begin!"

The black Porsche is the symbol of gin, and in general, gin and vodka will use this car. As long as the action goes well, these two high-ranking leaders will be like turtles in an urn, ready to be captured.

The six modified sedans changed their previous mediocre appearance, and the engines with superior performance and expensive prices burst into a roar of passion in an instant.

In the peaceful and peaceful city, six bloodthirsty and carnivorous beasts appeared, aiming at their prey, and they vowed not to give up.

As if sensing something strange behind him, Porsche began to accelerate. But how could a well-prepared CIA let it escape so easily? In a very short period of time, the speed of the six modified cars was increased to 180 kilometers per hour, and the encirclement of the Porsche was quickly completed.

A car following the Porsche opened its window, and a ****** reached out of the window, aiming at the rear tires of the Porsche and firing with precision.

The tires were instantly deformed and scrapped, and the wheels rubbed against the smooth ground, sparks and lightning along the way. In a panic, the Porsche slowed down, lost control of its body, and crashed into the roadside guardrail.

The million-dollar car was completely scrapped like this, and the CIA's pursuers still felt a little sorry for him.

Surrounding Porsche, two agents work together to tow the driver out of the cockpit. Hitting him in the face with a flashlight, one of the agents was surprised and said, "This man is not our target!" ”

"Say! Who are you! Gin and vodka too! ”

The man lying on the ground, his face covered in blood, screamed in pain. He said: "Bosses, I don't know, this car was originally made of gin, but recently the organization has not allowed senior cadres to drive such a conspicuous famous car, so I parked the car in a repair shop under the name of the organization to store it -- who will bandage me!" ”

Escort this scapegoat away, Beta Group reported: "The target is wrong, it's not the person we are looking for, Kingfish Group, report the situation." ”

"Hehe, you guys have seized a luxury car, this is the kingfish group, the big fish are here, brothers, get ready to work." Seeing that the brother troops were deflated and caught a big fish again, the kingfish group was indescribably proud.

Judging by the expressions of Gin and the others, it seems that they don't know anything about the incident. Among these people, in addition to gin and vodka, there are Chianti, Cohen, and Kiel.

That's great.

"According to the information of the undercover agent, they will pass through a cross-sea bridge, pay attention, wait for the vehicle to enter the bridge and block the entrances and exits, and the people who are ambushed on the bridge will act immediately, the other party is a demon who kills people without blinking, no matter whether they live or die!"

"But sir, our men are still mixed in with them."

"Don't worry, she specially told us not to be soft."

In the infrared black-and-white image transmitted by the drone, three cars marked with flashing signs are driving towards the bridge. The lead car was a blue Dodge Viper sports car, the owner was Chianti, and the occupant was Cohen. Although the organization ordered that the main cadres were not allowed to drive conspicuous luxury cars, Chianti, who had a great personality, still did not comply. She can agree to anything, except for the dress and the car.

The middle vehicle was a white sedan, and the investigators observed that Gin and Vodka were riding in this car, and the driver was vodka.

The car at the back was driven by Kiel, who was closely monitoring the group's movements, and they had not yet received an urgent order from the group to indicate that the CIA's operations were going well.

Soon after the three vehicles entered the bridge, the civilian vehicles behind them were blocked by the operatives and were closed to traffic. For the special operators who are about to start fighting, this place could not be more suitable. There is little traffic on the bridge deck and there is no shelter. Don't worry about your target taking hostages or taking advantage of the terrain to survive.

It was late at night, and the hard-working maintenance workers were carrying out daily inspections and maintenance of the bridge. Some workers can be seen working on the side of the bridge, and tonight the wind is light, and some workers climb to the top of the steel cable to paint the metal surface.

Cohen in the car was keenly aware that something was wrong, and he was about to speak to Chianti when a bullet pierced the windshield, shattering high-velocity metal into Chianti's shoulder.

"There is a situation!" Holding back the sharp pain, Chianti steadied the front of the car. Ignoring the bleeding blood, she moved her chair and fell backwards. In the back seat, their weapons were placed.

Industrious maintenance workers take off their hats and vests and reveal their weapons hidden in the shadows. They poured bullets on sports cars and white sedans without mercy.

All three cars were modified to be bulletproof, and the bullet that had just pierced the windshield was an armor-piercing round used in sniper rifles. Using the car as a cover, Gin and others began to fight back, and a fierce shootout broke out on the empty bridge.

At the top of the bridge are four snipers, and below are groups of combat squads. Follow-up reinforcements have surrounded the bridgeheads on both sides, and there are also ships on standby in the sea below. No matter gin, they have great ability, and they can't escape.

"Bear with me." Cohen temporarily bandages Chianti. Blood seeped out of the white gauze, and cold sweat seeped out of the forehead. The armor-piercing projectile shattered into several pieces after penetrating the windshield and turned into irregular high-speed metal. The pain is even more intense and unbearable.

Gin seizes the moment and kills a sniper with a single shot. After bandaging Chianti's wounds, Cohen joins the counter-sniping bandwagon. The wounded Chianti could only provide cover for fire with a submachine gun.

It is possible that the position of your own snipers is too obvious, and the commander gives them the order to retreat. At the same time, two squads outflanked them from the flank, trying to annihilate them.

Vodka throws a grenade, disrupting the enemy's actions. Kiel shouted, "Gin! Now what! ”

"There's a speedboat down there, I hear the engine, Kiel, you take Chianti away, Cohen covers from above, vodka, use that."

"Understood! Big brother, what about you! ”

The gunfire stopped, and Gin heard someone shouting for them to disarm and surrender.

"I'll be there later."

Thick smoke rises near the vehicle. Kiel took Chianti by his arms, and under the cover of the smoke, he came to another road. Walking to the bridge, she held Chianti in her arms and jumped into the sea in a vertical position. They were approached by three speedboats deployed on the surface, carrying heavily armed police.

――TBC――

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