Locke, the toothless man, grinned, grabbed the unconscious Bill on his shoulder like a chicken, and was about to enter the elevator. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Before he could enter the elevator, a light in the room suddenly flashed a dazzling red light.

Nicole and Dahan's expressions changed, Nicole quickly turned on the computer screen in the room, and after quickly entering a string of password numbers, a row of monitors appeared on the computer screen.

In the picture, it is Lyudmila and her party in the basement. As 'locals', Nicole and Locke, the Toothless Han, are no strangers to their costumes, the Moran International Mercenary from Russia.

"Damn, I just said that I shouldn't rent the manor to those mobs for a few small bucks, something will happen sooner or later!" Locke slammed his fist on the table in anger.

The marble table top was actually smashed by him with a crack, and spread along the fist in all directions.

"Hmph, that's fine, the organization just needs strong fighters to conduct research, and there is really no chance to catch people from the Russian army in normal times." Nicole sneered and typed a command on the keyboard.

"But if you move on them, it will definitely attract the attention of the Russian authorities, and the basement is just below our straight line, once the military tracks it down......"

Nicole coldly interrupted Locke's words: "I don't want to stay in this damn place for a long time, guarding a stronghold that was abandoned decades ago, are we going to be marginal people here for the rest of our lives?" Just because of my damn identity? Locke, you go and prepare the helicopter, we take this loot and go to the next stronghold. ”

"Okay."

"Before you leave, remember to blow up this hotel."

"What about the people in the hotel?" Locke asked unexpectedly.

Nicole glanced at him inexplicably: "Of course, it exploded with other evidence." ”

"But the innkeeper and his wife are your distant cousin and sister-in-law." Locke asked with some hesitation.

Nicole said with a blank face, "They would be honored to sacrifice their lives for a sacred cause." ”

……

At the same time as Nicole entered the command on the computer, all the lights in the abandoned stronghold dozens of meters deep underground suddenly turned red at the same time, spinning wildly, and the steel gate at the entrance suddenly closed slowly.

At the same time, a pale cyan mist erupted from the corners of all the rooms, and soon a strange smell filled the entire basement.

"Damn, it's a high concentration of ****! Bring your mask and go back! ”

"Head, the iron door is locked!"

"Chekov, Chekov, hear me! We were attacked! There was only a murmur of "snort" on the other end of the intercom.

Even if there was no noise, Chekov could not do anything at this time, and the group of people at the entrance of the underground passage were now too busy to take care of themselves.

After being caught off guard, the mob in the manor regrouped and surrounded the entrance room, and a fierce exchange of fire ensued.

“fk！ We are in the wrong place! Ask the company for help! From the window, Chekov saw that the other party dragged out two female soldiers with torn clothes from another basement, and immediately scolded.

……

The tactical mask is not a real gas mask, it can only play a certain role in the evolution of air, and it can't stop the high purity **** at all.

The coma-inducing gas quickly invaded Lyudmila and her teammates, and the old iron door seemed to be locked by some kind of air pressure device, and it couldn't be pushed at all, more than ten centimeters thick, even if it was blown up with a grenade, it would not help.

In less than half a minute, Lyudmila and the team members who brought it down fainted behind the big iron gate.

The passage was filled with a pungent **** smell, and the dim red light flickered wildly, echoing with the sound of a tight tick beep alarm.

There was a soft sound of "ding", which was particularly clear in this environment, and in the innermost room, the iron gate of the old-fashioned elevator slowly opened, and two people wearing gas masks came out of it.

One is tall and plump, the other is burly and tall, with knotted muscles, although they can't see their faces clearly, judging from their body movements, it is Nicole and Locke.

Nicole took out the key and opened the door to the room, and Locke walked out with his head down, and saw a group of mercenaries fainting in the hallway, with a somewhat terrifying hehe-hey laugh behind their masks.

"Don't waste time, take them!" Nicole kicked the Western man in briefs to make sure he wasn't awake and said coldly to Locke.

Locke walked down the hallway, like a chicken, lifting the unconscious mercenary one by one.

A mercenary's own weight, with the equipment on his body, is close to two hundred pounds, in Locke's hands, like a sponge dummy, light and weightless, one in each armpit, one in each hand, only one round trip, just said that Lyudmila's team of people were all brought back to the elevator, and then grabbed the unconscious briefs man and threw it in.

Eight people are stacked on top of each other, occupying most of the space of the originally spacious elevator, forming a hill of human flesh.

Locke took out a few brick-like plastic explosives from the backpack he was carrying, and placed one every few meters in the basement corridor to set the time.

After doing all this, Nicole and Locke re-entered the elevator.

The elevator doors closed and slowly rose with the sound of squeaky metal.

Less than ten hours later, a certain department in Russia received an astonishing report.

Two squads led by Moran's internationally renowned international commander, Lyudmila the bear, were caught in a hostage rescue mission. After repelling the mob and rescuing a team of mercenaries, the rescuers sent by Moran International entered an accidentally discovered basement to search, but the basement suddenly exploded, and Moran International suffered heavy losses.

At the same time, an explosion occurred in a small hotel vertically above the basement, killing all six tourists, including the owner and his wife.

After the inventory, the body of a team of mercenaries led by Lyudmila was not found, and it disappeared out of thin air.

"Disappeared out of thin air?! Could it be that the devil took it away?! Do you want me to report like this to His Excellency the President? There is no such thing as a disappearance in the world! ”

Major General Wagniev slapped the table heavily and was furious at the special service officers in front of him: "Give you twenty-four hours, even if you turn over the ground inch by inch of the site, you must find useful information!" Don't tell me it's a mystery! ”

No matter where you are, it works to get angry with the leader, especially since behind this leader is a large number of major countries in the world, and he is in charge of a group of real elites.

It didn't take 24 hours at all, but after 8 hours, I really found a few pieces of useful information.

The two explosions were connected by elevators, and the hotel owner's cousin, who came to Ukraine half a year ago, stayed in the hotel, but there was no body at the scene. (To be continued.) )