"Call with the communicator, ask the military base to bring in a transport helicopter, and everyone else can leave, but she can't!"

The ridgeline of the sunset, the sound of the fierce guns and cannons has stopped unconsciously, only the wind of the plateau blows the smoke of the war and passes away, and the dusk sun's rays shine on the face of Song Xiaoshuang, who is completely black, reflecting a strange brilliance, Song Xiaoshuang ignored the extremely complicated expression on the face of Nia Sharma, who was lying on the ground with his arms on the ground, and barely raised his upper body, and looked at Almuhan, who was kneeling on one leg and bowing his head, and said a few words in a cold tone. ranwe?n?ｗ?ｗ?ｗ?．?

Killing is not an end in itself, but only a means, and now that the parachute armed assault team led by Adella has ended the fighting, and the Indian wives (Nia Sharma) who are obviously from the Alien Squad of the Indian Special Agency are already in their hands, it is time to end the fight, and with her as a hostage, it should be feasible to leave Kashmir safely.

The value of an outstanding alien is not something that can be exchanged equally by a few mercenaries, Adela, the American girl, should carry a special injection, and inject Nia Sharma with a nerve blocker specially developed for the body of the alien, Nia Sharma can only be at the mercy of others if the nerve blocker fails.

"No, don't, Almahan leave me alone, hurry up and ......"

When Nia Sharma heard Song Xiaoshuang say this, her expression suddenly became excited, and she roared in Hindi, ordering Almuhan to leave alone, Nia Sharma's low roar was poignant and sharp, and she had long since lost the arrogance of the so-called noble lady.

"Don't let anyone go, unless we let him go......"

Before Nia Sharma's poignant words fell, a woman's strong English voice sounded dozens of meters away.

Song Xiaoshuang turned his head and saw that he was wearing a lightweight tactical vest and a magic bandana covering his face and neck. Just revealing red lips, straight nose and a pair of eyes, the plump figure wrapped in the desert digital camouflage training uniform almost burst the woman, the woman with a gun belt around her neck, one hand holding a folding support AK74 modified assault rifle with a grenade launcher on the waist, the fat and wide ass side of the tactical knitted belt with a buckle hanging the quick-pull pistol holster, Song Xiaoshuang is very familiar with the Glock 17 automatic pistol inserted in the holster. With the slight undulation and swaying of the woman's body, the woman is fully armed with an eye-catching proud figure, appearing in the gray-yellow ridgeline of the sunset, giving people a strange and charming meaning that will not be forgotten.

Song Xiaoshuang wrinkled his forehead slightly, and secretly slandered in his heart: Made, Adella, this girl is so strong every time she appears!

Seeing Song Xiaoshuang turn his head, Adella's blue eyes, who covered her face with a magic headscarf, showed a different kind of look, Song Xiaoshuang was covered in black like a miner in a coal kiln, and he almost couldn't recognize it.

A thought flashed through Adella's mind. Noticing that Song Xiaoshuang, whose face was darker than his black buddy, his eyes were aimed around him without hesitation, and he didn't care that his pace increased a lot, and he walked towards Song Xiaoshuang's side quickly.

"Americans?!"

Almahan, who was still kneeling on one leg and touched the ground with his fist, lowered his head suddenly, the muscles on his swarthy face trembled slightly, and he said a word in English in a low voice, and his eyes looked at Adella who was walking quickly with hatred.

As an alien from India's special agency, Almuhan has already speculated from the strong style and tone of voice of Adella Toto's American faction that this woman should be the leader of the armed assault team planning the parachute, and it is undoubted that she is also an alien, if it were not for this woman's strong intervention. Miss Nia Sharma's move to eradicate the members of the Anomaly Committee would not be so variable as to fail.

For the hatred that appeared in Almahan's eyes. The old and sophisticated Adella doesn't care at all, the alien world has always respected the strong, and Adella, who has experienced all kinds of harsh missions, has seen too much, even if she is a powerful agent like Adella, there are times when she loses Maicheng.

"The special service team directly under the Investigation and Analysis Bureau has been destroyed, and the remaining three people are all in our control. Among them, the captain Deji, the mercenary team was completely wiped out, and the captain American Ted was killed in battle, leaving the alien squad, but they were all in the middle of being pinned. Nia Sharma, you'd better listen to Song Xiaoshuang, otherwise we can't guarantee that you will live until sunrise tomorrow! “

When there were still ten meters away from Song Xiaoshuang, Adella looked at Song Xiaoshuang who was standing in place without moving, and said a few words in skilled Chinese in a noncommittal tone, and the tone suddenly increased at the end of the words, "kindly" reminded Nia Sharma, don't expect the relevant Indian parties to send someone to take her away in time, if she is not cooperative and willing to be a hostage, Adella does not mind killing her.

"Who are you!"

Hearing Adella Chiguo's threatening words, Nia Sharma, who was lying on the ground, was angry, and a sentence of English came out of her throat, her voice sounded hoarse and weak, and the side effects of special genetic agents caused the blood vessels in her lungs to burst, and she was already reluctant to speak.

"Nameless, you don't have to worry about it."

Adella, who had already walked to Song Xiaoshuang's side, ignored Almuhan's hateful eyes, squatted down and approached Nia Sharma, who raised her head, and spoke in Chinese in a low tone.

The two women are black and white (Nia Sharma's whole body is stained with black ash and dust, and her face is as black as charcoal), her eyes look at each other, Nia Sharma tries hard to remember the pupils of the woman in front of her, knowing that the other party cannot be a nameless person at all, but in the face of the invisible killing aura released from the woman, Nia Sharma closed her eyes slightly and then opened them again, her pupils became dull and dull, and she shouted at Almuhan in Hindi: "Almahan, use the communicator to call, Bring in the helicopter and leave with the team, I'll be fine. ”

Seeing that Miss Nia Sharma finally gave in, Almuhan sighed secretly, his heart was indescribable, he quickly stood up from the ground, pressed the call button of the individual communicator on his body, and said in Hindi with a cold expression: "Attention all the members of the team, Captain Nia gave an order, and the mission was terminated." Mission terminated, move closer to me......"

“…… Almahan, where is Captain Nia, please call back! ”

After a few "rustling" noises of disordered electricity sounded in the communicator speaker, a member of an Indian alien team whispered in Hindi in disbelief. Almuhan was not the captain and did not personally hear Captain Nia Sharma talking, and the team members were suspicious of Almhan's orders.

Adèle stood up, looked at Almuhan who was talking to the team with blue eyes, and shook the assault rifle at her waist slightly.

Almuhan already understood that this was for him to throw the communicator to her, and quickly untied the individual communicator and the connected wired headset from his body, and threw it at Adella, who grabbed it with one hand, and leaned down again to Nia Sharma, who had completely conceded defeat. He didn't speak, just shook the communicator in his hand.

"I'm Nia Sharma, all the team members terminated the operation, the mission has completely failed, in order to avoid greater losses, all of them moved closer to Almhan, ready to take the transport helicopter from the base to return to the base, a qiē responsibility is borne by me, this is the order ......"

“…… Got it. The mission is terminated, and we will get closer soon. Complete! ”

After Nia Sharma struggled to raise her head and speak Hindi to the communicator, the communicator's speaker was silent for a few seconds, and the muffled voice of the member of the alien team was heard, and the call ended.

Shortly after the call ended, several members of the parachute armed assault team, covered in wounds and bloodstains, were armed with AK74 modified assault rifles with folding supports. With a thick bloody aura and a cold expression, he escorted three members of the Indian Investigation and Analysis Bureau's special service team who had been disarmed and wore leather Tibetan robes, and walked slowly from the side of the grassy slope, and Deji, the leader of the special service team in his thirties, was walking in the front.

Deji with a black and gray face. There are many stray bullets and shrapnel wounds that have been grazed, and black and red blood is still oozing out, the bone at the elbow of the left hand looks broken, and the blood is hastily wrapped in a blue bandage, but the blood is still soaked and the bandage shows a black and red color, the bandage is tied in a knot and hangs on the elbow hanging from the neck, the fur felt hat that was originally worn on the top of the head has long been lost, and the inch-long hair on the top of the head is covered with dust and grass clippings.

Deji, who became a prisoner, saw the miserable appearance of the actual supreme commander of this special operation, Nia Sharma from the special agency department, lying on the ground, and already knew that it was a complete defeat, but the expression on his face did not change significantly, and continued to walk forward slowly.

Deji didn't worry about his life at all, and if the parachute armed assault team wanted to kill him, they wouldn't have escorted him so far.

Adella gestured, signaling Deji and the others not to get too close, and after seeing Deji and the other two members of the special service who were lucky enough to survive and were covered in injuries wisely stopped, Adella gestured again.

Under Adella's sign language command, the commando members carrying a short-wave tactical knapsack radio seized from the special service team walked quickly to a distance of more than ten meters from Almuhan with a gun in one hand, and quickly put the shortwave knapsack radio station on their backs on the gray and yellow sandy ground, and then stepped back with their guns and stood aside.

Almuhan was not surprised by the actions of the commandos who were actually mercenaries, walked to the radio station with heavy steps, leaned down and grabbed the radio strap and carried the radio station on his back, operated the radio without hesitation, used the confidential communication frequency known in advance, sent out a self-encrypting digital coded communication signal, prepared to pass through the rear base, and asked the base to send a transport helicopter ......"

……

"Huhuhuhuhu......"

When night is about to fall, a Soviet-style heavy transport helicopter painted in desert yellow, the turboshaft engine drives the FRP rotor blades to rotate rapidly and is preparing to land on the ridgeline, in the terrible roar, the strong wind stirred by the rotor rolls up the sand and dust, and the landing gear with wheels in the three-point layout is steadily parked on the arid sandy land in the rolling sand.

Without waiting for the rotors to stop rotating, the tilting hatch at the back of the helicopter opened at a speed, and several Indians wearing desert camouflage training uniforms but not military ranks, clearly performing special duty work (agents), carried weapons from the light alloy deck that had touched the ground, and stood in two columns on the dry hard sand on both sides of the helicopter's tail, a middle-aged white Indian man who was also dressed and only carried a self-defense pistol on his waist, with a tough look on his face and beard. Walking down the helicopter from the tail deck, the man had a pair of blue and black eyes, the light in the pupils flashed, staring at the dozen or so members of the alien team standing in a row dozens of meters away, his forehead wrinkled slightly, and then quietly stretched out, and walked straight to the side of the team members.

"Nia Sharma is too arrogant, I hope this setback will make her remember it for a long time, Almahan, you will lead the team back, the bodies of the special service members and mercenaries who died in the battle will be handled by the military personnel, ignore the ......"

The middle-aged white Indian stood beside Almahan, directly ignoring the surviving captain Deji and two members of the special service team of the Investigation and Analysis Bureau not far away, stretched out his arm and patted Almahan's shoulder as a sign of encouragement, and spoke in a calm tone in Hindi amid the roar of the helicopter rotors.

Deji stood on the dusty sandy land, letting the wind and sand sting his eyes and his face did not change, but he was secretly scolding in his heart, the members of the alien team are people, but the special service team is not, Made, the difference in treatment is too great, not only will the mission fail without punishment, but the high-level boss will also personally come to encourage him...... I wonder if I can let the three of you take a ride?

However, Deji scolded secretly, and in the end, the three of them were lucky to catch a helicopter specially designed to pick up the alien team.

The belly and tail lights of the helicopter began to light up as the fuselage took off, and the helicopter flew away from the ridgeline and back along the Indus River valley, leaving the Ladakh Mountains at night with only the whistling wind and dark hills.

……

Nearly an hour ago, the members of the team of the Heterogeneous Investigation Committee who had successfully converged left the mountain with the members of the parachute armed team led by Adella, and with Adella's sudden intervention, Song Xiaoshuang was not surprised by the appearance of the enchantress Maria.

As Song Xiaoshuang guessed, Adella did prepare a nerve blocker for people with abnormal abilities, and after ignoring Nia Sharma's vicious eyes and whispering curses, Adella forcibly injected Nia Sharma with a nerve blocker, put most of Nia Sharma's body into an empty linen bag, and tied a rope to the back of a short pack horse to carry her away.

Deji's special service team pretended to be a member of the pack horse team and brought dozens of pack horses and donkeys, those short pack horses and donkeys because they were used to being called, just stayed on the grass slopes on both sides of the pack horse road to graze and did not run away, and were soon collected by Adella, and selected a few horses with good foot strength to keep and use, and the others were left alone, the main purpose of pack horses and donkeys was to carry several armed squad members who were injured and bad at walking.

Song Xiaoshuang was not worried that Adella would not have a plan of action to evacuate Kashmir, and as a result, the group continued to speed forward along the pack horse road for less than five kilometers, and the characteristic roar of off-road motorcycles galloping on the pack horse road was heard in the distance......

(To be continued.) )