Hawke rummaged around the consulate, and as was customary, the dismantled set of communications equipment would be fixed in several places, in the safe in the consular office, in a rusty iron box in the utility room in the basement...... In every consulate, all of these items that should contain equipment parts are prepared in advance, with some exceptions, but they are basically the same.

It's just that this matter, except for the CIA agent director stationed there, no one else knows about it, and even the consul is not qualified to know it, because the communication equipment, in addition to connecting to Langley's headquarters, can also connect to other countries' intelligence organizations that the CIA believes can be trusted in wartime, so as to achieve the purpose of negotiating privately or requesting assistance.

While Hawke was rummaging around, the captain took a chair, placed it in front of Tom, looked him in the eye, and asked for a long time, "Before you left, did you see a man named 'P', who was nearly 50 years old, with white sideburns and hair, and who wore no ornaments, not rings or necklaces, but who wore the same military uniform as you." ”

Tom looked at Hawke, listened to the sound of artillery fire outside, nodded silently, and the words of the guy codenamed "P" echoed in his ears - "Guys, you will definitely return triumphantly!" ”

The captain nodded: "None of you are really marines, but selected from other units, right?" You didn't know each other before you left, and even if you called each other, they were all called pseudonyms? ”

"Yes." Tom nodded again, this time speaking.

"I know." The captain got up, already certain something. Before he could go away, he heard Tom ask, "Sir, you're also sent by 'P', aren't you?" ”

The captain didn't speak, just walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway, smoking a cigarette, when the squad's communications commander, a soldier codenamed First Officer, slowly walked out. He also took out his own cigarette and lit it. He took a deep breath and said, "Chief, this is a set." ”

"I know it." The corners of the captain's mouth were pulled open, revealing an expression that was close to a smile, "That guy called 'P'." Fake Marines were sent from two of their other units to test the environment in this theater. It's to let them die. Then they sent us here to collect data, and told the two teams to assemble at the consulate after completing the supposed mission. ”

"And our next task besides data collection. It is to kill two teams of Russian troops who may enter the consulate to collect relevant information, to be pretending to be marines. The first mate smiled bitterly, "Old bastard, I hope that our own people will kill each other, in this environment, once we meet, we will not verify whether this group of soldiers is really the US military at all, but will kill them as Russian troops according to the intelligence mentioned in the mission briefing." ”

"Or be killed by them." The captain stared out the window, "Even if we find out after the exchange of fire that both sides are American troops, it will be too late and there are wounded on each side, they will not send reinforcements, we are doomed." ”

As he spoke, the captain squinted at the corner of the corridor, and he knew that Hawke was standing there eavesdropping, and said bluntly, "What about you, Mr. Hawke?" What are you here for? Why will you get involved? ”

"I'm just here to find someone, if it weren't for the accident, I'm afraid I'd already be lying in the corpse pile of the advisory group." Hawk walked back with the communicator parts, and when he entered the kitchen, he placed the parts on top of it and began to assemble them carefully.

Just as Hawke was assembling it, the intercom belonging to Hawke on the captain's ear came from Tang Shuxing's voice: "Mr. Hawke, it's me, we ask for 'political asylum'." ”

The captain smiled, but said into the intercom, "I'm the captain, Hawke isn't the commander here, I'm the one, you have to discuss anything with me." ”

The others who were waiting anxiously in the building outside the consulate all looked at Tang Shuxing, who leaned there and talked to the captain on the intercom: "The government forces of Asaya and the rebels have reached an agreement and are preparing to launch a general attack on this city, and we are the only ones left in this city except for the walking corpses, so we will be the target of their attack." ”

"I know all of this." The captain still didn't let go, "Do you have any other news that I don't know about, can you impress me to let you in?" ”

"Yes, I know what happened to Lu Dao, and I also know what happened to this country, you let us in, and I will tell you 1510." Tang Shuxing looked at the others, and the others also nodded in agreement, this matter must be told to those stupid powers, perhaps through the mouths of the Americans.

"Well—" The captain readily agreed, and then told them where they were to come in, and asked the soldiers on the perimeter to pick them up.

Ten minutes later, the six Tang Shuxing people entered the consulate, and the captain stood at the door with a gun waiting for them, and the first thing he said after seeing them was: "Since you have come in, we are even a wartime alliance, and there is bad news that must be told to you - no one will come to pick us up." ”

Everyone was taken aback, and they didn't know if Captain Lu Dao's words were frank or deliberately threatening. The captain didn't say much, and led them into the galley.

In the kitchen, the communication equipment had been assembled, and Hawke, who was debugging, confirmed to Tang Shuxing and others the cruel fact that the 911 Special Service Regiment and the two American squads were just cannon fodder.

Tang Shuxing found that in the process of Hawke's narration of the incident, the captain and the first mate were just standing aside and smoking, laughing from time to time, without the slightest expression of anger, as if they were disdainful of this cruel fact.

"It's your turn." "Maybe we'll all die," said the captain, "but before we die, I want to know what all this is all about." ”

Tang Shuxing then began to exchange his own information, and the captain and the others listened very carefully during the whole process, and Hawke, in addition to staring at Wei Daxun and Wang Wanqing all the time, was also secretly recording - he always held on to hope, but he would not give this recording to his superiors, because the superiors could no longer be trusted.

"Oh my God." The captain showed a surprised expression after listening to Tang Shuxing's words. "Even if I hear it with my own ears and see it with my own eyes, I don't want to believe that this is true, the destruction of the world? End-time prophecy? With that, the captain looked at Hawke and asked, "What do you think, CIA director?" ”

"I believe in them." Hawke looked at the captain, then turned to Tom and said, "Describe in detail the physical characteristics of the commander, codenamed 'P.'" ”

Subsequently. The captain and Tom described it in detail. As he listened, Hawke took a pen and drew it on paper, then picked it up and showed it to them, and asked, "Is this what it looks like?" ”

"Yes, it's him." The captain nodded. First mate and Tom also nodded in acknowledgement.

Hawke glanced at Tang Shuxing and the others again. Turn on the first mate's computer. I went directly to the folk search engine, typed in a name, and then called up the information of the person on the screen. The information says a litany of the guy's titles.

“…… Look here. The captain pointed to the line below and read it, "CIA Counterterrorism Intelligence Advisor, and this ......," he said, and the captain pointed to the line below and read again, "Henry. McClydon. Jones is hopeful to be appointed as the next U.S. defense and security adviser. ”

Hawke's face was blank and he searched for others, and then searched for a piece of news, and the headline of the news was- "Henry. McClydon. Jones was urgently appointed as U.S. defense and security adviser", the timing of the news is shown two days ago.

Two days ago, this original name was Henry. McClydon. Jones, codenamed "P", had two soldiers selected from other units disguised as Marines enter Alanya, and a squad from the 911 Special Service Regiment infiltrated, all of which happened after he became a defense and security adviser, in other words, judging by the time difference, he had already planned this matter and only waited for himself to take office.

If you think about it a little deeper, you can conclude that "this trusted defense and security adviser already knew what was going to happen to Astaya." Conclusion.

"Wait, you guys look at this sentence again-" Tang Shuxing pointed to a line of small print on the top of the screen, which said that this guy was a first-level consultant in the weapons development department of the former Shaman Power Company.

"Well, it's Sharman Power again." As soon as Tian Yehan spoke, a shell landed at the door of the consulate, blowing up the tanks and related fortifications, and everyone immediately looked around to find shelter, worried that the things that fell due to the shock would hit them.

"If the overwhelming artillery fire hits, we'll be finished in an instant." Wei Daxun looked at the bombed-out gate outside, "We can only leave." ”

"Listen—" Tang Shuxing told everyone to be quiet, and then everyone clearly heard the sound of gunfire coming from them—the coalition forces had already swarmed into the city.

"Everybody adjusts the intercom to the same frequency." After the captain finished speaking, he assisted the others to adjust the frequency, and then looked at Hawk and said, "No matter who you are going to notify to save us, it's time to do it, there are only a dozen of us, and the weapons and ammunition seem to be quite sufficient, but in the face of the coalition forces that are thousands of times the number of us, there is only a dead end." ”

"Daxun, you said you stole food from the consulate, how did you get in?" Tang Shuxing thought of this crucial question at this time.

Wei Daxun took Hawke's pen and drew a simple topographical map on the back of the portrait: "There should be a refuge room under the consulate, and next to it there is an underground warehouse, which stores a small number of self-defense weapons, as well as dry food with a shelf life of five years, to be honest, these things are difficult to eat, and can only save lives." ”

"I know this." Hawke looked at the floor plan drawn by Wei Daxun, "You mean, you've entered that underground warehouse?" ”

"Yes." Wei Daxun nodded, "I dug it through a semi-abandoned underground sewer, five and a half meters, I dug it alone for three months, I originally wanted to go in and take refuge when something happened, the cunning rabbit three holes, but then the people from the consulate evacuated, I don't take it for nothing." ”

"Are there underground waterways in all directions?" Tian Yehan looked at Wei Daxun from the side and asked.

"No, it's just the location in the center of the city, not the outer city, even if we escape from the underground waterway, we can't go out of the city directly, it's very dangerous." Wei Daxun shook his head and said.

Hawke pointed to the floor plan and said, "Another trouble, there is a wall two and a half meters thick between the refuge room and the warehouse, and we need to dig that wall when we go down to the refuge room. ”

"Dig!?" Tang Shuxing frowned on the side and said, "Why are you blocking the warehouse?" ”

"Because it is not usually used, the principle of emergency activation of the refuge room is to prepare for evacuation three days before receiving the relevant order, dig up the wall, and at the same time enter the refuge and wait for rescue, and the food and drinking water inside is enough for 10 people to support at least a month." Hawk pointed at the wall with his finger, "You go down to dig the wall first to prepare, this is the only way to retreat, I will stay here to contact the rescue, and Tang Shuxing will leave ......"

Everyone else looked at Tang Shuxing, and didn't understand why Hawk wanted him to stay? Does calling for help need his help? (To be continued......)