When the last rays of sunlight disappear at the end of the sea level, Jakarta, the beautiful seaside city, welcomes the most noisy and lively moment of the day.

Seafood, beer, and parties are the main elements of Jakarta's night, making everyone want to linger.

Such a beautiful day, but some people have no intention of appreciating it.

An inconspicuous old Toyota car appeared in a lively neighborhood, slowly driving at a speed of no more than ten miles, and emitting an annoying engine noise, as if it would be scrapped at any moment.

If those members of the Condor Regiment who were following Qin Jun and the others were here during the day, they would definitely recognize that this car was the target they were tracking. But it's a pity that these Condor people don't exist in this beautiful world for a long time.

Finally, the old Toyota stopped on the side of the road overwhelmed and the engine stalled.

"! What a broken car. The door opened, and an Asian man with dark skin and a big-brimmed hat jumped out of the car, flipping open the hood to inspect it, cursing and speaking Indonesian.

The driver who drove the car was none other than Wang Zhiyong, the liaison chief. After getting out of the car, he lowered the brim of his hat very naturally.

After checking the car, Wang Zhiyong pressed the front cover of the car hard, sighed, took out a mobile phone from the pocket of his trousers, leaned against the body, and made a call. From time to time, my eyes still glance at the bar across the street with brilliant lights and loud music.

At the door of the bar stood two shirtless Indonesians, their eyes warily scanning everyone around them, including Wang Zhiyong, who was leaning on the phone in the car.

When the two men heard each other's Indonesian with a strong Jakarta accent, they quickly turned their gaze elsewhere.

At this moment, a black car slowly stopped in front of the bar.

Two shirtless, security-looking Indonesians immediately greeted them with a smile after seeing the comers.

And in the corner of the roof opposite the bar, the crosshair of the sniper rifle in Hanyu's hand had locked onto the head of the driver of the car.

"Sitting in the car was the number two man in the neighborhood. He is also a famous thug of the Condor Regiment. The name is Kampa. Wang Zhiyong glanced at the people in the car opposite from a distance, and whispered into the mobile phone in Huaxia.

Wang Zhiyong's mobile phone has been processed by Kevin and has been connected to the wireless communication headsets of the Sword of Punishment.

"It's just the number two. Wouldn't it be a waste to feed him the bullets of a sharpshooter like me? Anyway, there is a number one person. Cold Rain released the trigger and gently rubbed a pitch-black sniper rifle in his hand - Barrett.

The Barrett large-caliber sniper rifle is one of the most widely used large-caliber sniper rifles today, and he has almost dominated the sniper rifle market. It is also a special sniper rifle for the US army or police force.

Outside the borders of China, one of the advantages of Hanyu is that you can buy all kinds of firearms in the local black market. This is especially true in countries where there are frequent riots without a gun ban, and only if you can afford to pay a high price, of course.

Before leaving, Yan Li paid a large employment deposit in advance. This money is naturally enough for Hanyu, a firearms enthusiast, to squander it for a while. Therefore, in the afternoon, Hanyu asked Wang Zhiyong to take him to buy such an American-made ace sniper rifle in the black market in Jakarta.

"Brother Hanyu, don't you want to be so narcissistic." Fat B sat in the back seat of an old Toyota, the window was covered with dark glass film, and at night, it was impossible to see if there was anyone inside from the outside.

Next to Fat B was Kevin, who was about to take a nap. Qin Jun was sitting in the co-pilot, looking around at the surrounding terrain.

"This is a small base of the Condor in Jakarta, but today is Tuesday, and it is customary for all the Condor members of this neighborhood to gather here for a meeting in the evening. The number one person in this neighborhood will definitely appear. Wang Zhiyong explained.

Before Wang Zhiyong finished speaking, three commercial vehicles drove towards him. Looking through the windshield, the three cars appeared to be full.

"The three cars are full. It is estimated that there are at least one or twenty people. Looks like their people are coming! Wang Zhiyong glanced at the weight of the tires of the commercial vehicle, and hurriedly gathered in front of the headphones to remind.

Qin Jun glanced out of the car through the windshield, then touched the headset and said, "Cold rain, look for an opportunity to snipe the third car." ”

Qin Jun and Han Yu are both from special state agencies. The combat effectiveness of the two is even higher, and the two still have a friendship, after so long of cooperation. The tacit understanding between the two has reached a new level.

Qin Jun didn't need to explain too much, Han Yu could naturally understand what he meant by opportunity.

This opportunity is not so easy to find: if you are early, you will startle the snake, and if you are late, you will let the other party run away.

Although the Barrett sniper rifle in Cold Rain's hand is amazingly powerful, the disadvantage is that the interval between shots is too long. Coupled with the large number of opponents, and there are street battles here, there are too many places to lurk and dodge bullets, if you don't grasp the timing well, after the gunshots rang out, the other party will scatter in a hurry, even if Han Yu's marksmanship is powerful, he can kill a few members of the Condor Regiment in such a short period of time.

"Roger!" Cold Rain moved the crosshair from the forehead of the driver of the first car to the third van that had been parked on the side of the road in the distance, and then held his breath and lay on the roof of the building like a statue.

Qin Jun sat in the car and watched as the three business cars all stopped at the door of the bar, and the people in the first car got down first, about six or seven people, all of them were dark-skinned Indonesians, and some were wearing elastic vests, revealing a tattoo of an eagle's head on their chests.

In Indonesia, there is no one else who dares to get an eagle tattoo except for the people of the Condor Regiment.

After the Condor members got out of the car, they walked towards the bar with a high-spirited stride.

"Lao Wang! Get in! "Suddenly there was a cold rain reminder on the phone.

Wang Zhiyong didn't dare to delay for a moment, pulled the car door, ran into it as if fleeing for his life, and then quickly closed the car door.

Bang! Just as the doors closed.

The last commercial vehicle suddenly exploded without warning.

There was a loud bang.

Immediately the flames burst into the sky, followed by the hysterical cries for help from the people in and around the car. The blazing fires lit up the neighborhood in an instant.

"It's good that I'm sharp." Wang Zhiyong twitched the corner of his eye, how could he not know that the explosion was caused by the cold rain on the roof of the building that burst the fuel tank with a gun.

The security guard standing at the door of the bar stared blankly at the explosion not far away for a long time before he remembered to use the walkie-talkie to notify the others.

Bang -

The dull sound of gunfire mingled with the screaming waves of the crowd was hard to detect without careful identification.

However, the sound of another explosion after the gunfire pushed tonight's wonderful night to **!