31. Tacit understanding with each other

Smith held a modified 5.56 mm caliber M4 A1, an M203 grenade launcher hung under the barrel, and an advanced night vision aiming system installed on the Picatinny rail, leaning over and climbing to the seventh floor in one breath, according to his understanding, Mo Lei should be on the 7th or 8th floor of this building, because from the 6th floor, the explosion is still covered.

He thinks from Mo Lei's way of thinking.

People like them, after using homemade bombs to lure the enemy deeper, like to hide, standing at a distance to watch the effect, there will be a sense of pleasure, few people will leave immediately in such a situation, one is to watch the result of the explosion, the other is a sense of achievement.

After all, since they are doing this kind of thing, professionally trained people like them can go away at any time. Since Mo Lei has been preparing for a few days, of course he will choose to stay and watch what happens to this group of militants.

There is only one player with Smith, and the other two are deployed in front of the building and in the back of the building, Smith feels that things are getting more and more interesting, so many years, because he adheres to some boring principles, but he has lost a lot of fun, and this time a professional to play with himself is quite interesting.

You don't want me to die so soon.

He suddenly felt that his equipment was useless.

Smith simply adjusted the belt of the M4A1, pushed the rifle and hung it under his armpit, and pulled out the Desert Eagle 50 pistol with his backhand, he didn't plan to install a muffler in this environment, the explosion was enough for half the city to wake up from their deep sleep.

With adrenaline pumping and his heartbeat steady and powerful, he took a deep breath and pointed behind him, and the team member quickly crouched behind him, aiming his gun at the door.

Then, leaning against the door frame, he took out a small detector from his pocket and put it on the door to test it.

There are no signs of explosives.

No, not necessarily on the 7th floor.

He hurried to the eighth floor, pulled out his detector and tried it out, but there was still no sign of explosives.

Fuck, 6 team members died.

Smith was on fire.

When he told Kyle to keep an eye on the intercom, he had already rushed out of the attic on the rooftop, took out the rappelling rope from his backpack, found a place to fix it, tied the other end around his waist, fixed the M4 automatic rifle under his armpit, rushed from the edge of the roof to the foot and head down, and slowly descended along the rope to the window.

He stuck his head out of the window and quickly retracted, but at that moment he found that it was still empty.

Let's test again.

After taking out the detector and testing it, he took out a flashbang from his pocket with his backhand, pressed it on the intercom switch, and informed his brother on the 7th floor, "Set off fireworks." ”

Almost at the same time, there was a loud explosion and a blinding glare on the side of the 8th and 7th floors near the explosion, and then there was a sound of a door breaking downstairs, and Smith upstairs hung on the wall and turned his body on his side, kicked the window with both feet, and jumped inside.

Empty, upstairs and downstairs.

"Kyle, did you find anything?" Smith strode out of the hallway, calling into the intercom, "What did you find downstairs?" ”

"Nope." That's the answer from the two team members downstairs.

"Kyle?" Smith pressed the intercom again, "Kyle? ”

Worst!

Smith's heart tightened, and something happened to Kyle.

"Call the police and block the streets." Smith was furious, and the frustration of being teased twice in a row turned into a frustration that he had been teased twice in a row.

He rushed downstairs, after the order was issued, several police cars that had been parked nearby appeared at the exits of both ends of the street with sirens, dozens of policemen rushed out of the police cars to guard all the intersections, and the residents who were awakened by the explosion stuck their heads out of the windows at this moment and cursed angrily, some of them had already set up guns from the windows, after all, no one knew who would fall on the head of the disaster.

Just now, I was afraid of the gang fighting, so I didn't dare to quarrel.

Now it's the police, and no one is afraid.

Besides, the streets where blood is raging at any time, who doesn't have a few life-saving weapons.

Smith ran wildly, and in less than a minute, he rushed to the downstairs where Kyle was hiding, and ran to the stairwell below 501, unaware of the possible attack of footsteps.

His heart was filled with a thirst for war, and he wanted to smell the blood of his enemies.

The door to 501 was wide open.

Smith drew his pistol, bent sideways, and quickly dodged into the room, then stood against the wall.

Inside, a 5-watt light bulb is plugged into an outlet, and the bulb is covered with a layer of white sand, emitting a faint light. Kyle, dressed in a black combat suit, leaned against the window edge of the living room, a large hole in his temple, blood trickling down his sideburns and into his neck, and the small hole in the window glass was blown in, shaking the worn curtain, caressing the pale face.

"Kyle." Smith stared blankly at the corpse, "Holy, buddy, you're dead, you're dead." ”

He walked over and touched Kyle's head, saddened.

Although the preparation for death has long been prepared, Satan often comes by surprise.

Smith looked at his comrade in front of him and drew a cross on his chest.

"Dude, I will help you find him, and I will help you take revenge, don't worry."

"The intercom is here, don't worry about looking for me."

Suddenly, a voice came from his headphones, his voice was a little hoarse and weak, "I know you think I will keep talking to you within 1000 meters, but don't bother, you can't find me." ”

"You killed Kyle. He's my brother. Smith gritted his teeth.

"He killed an old man, an old man who simply wanted to defend his homeland."

"It was an accident, the old man fired the gun first."

"You're armed and rushing into someone's house and not letting anyone defend themselves? So what can you do now that I kill Kyle? "The voice on the intercom was very quiet.

Downstairs, two members of the Smith team on the same channel were yelling for the police to expand the search.

"I used to think that you were quite a good person, and I admired you, but now, I want to find you out, kill you, no matter what, if you kill Kyle, I will definitely kill you." Smith told Mo Lei on the other end of the intercom in a very gentle voice.

"If I can't find you, I'll go to the Chinese quarters, you know what I'm going to do, and I'm not going to be kind to them until you show up in front of me."

The other end was silent for two seconds, and Mo Lei's voice sounded again.

"You've messed with the wrong people, Smith."

"You should not threaten me with the lives of my fellow citizens. Smith, how can a soldier like you use ordinary people as bait? Then I'll have to kill you, trust me, I'll kill you one by one, and I promise to keep you all asleep. ”

"You believe I can do it."

After Mo Lei left the last sentence, there was silence again in the intercom.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

Smith roared into the intercom, "Hey, bastard, I'm going to kill you with a dagger, slowly slicing your throat with a knife." ”

There was a chuckle over the intercom.

"Smith, what are you anxious about? We are all professionals, where is your calm? Wait for me! ”

Mo Lei should have destroyed the intercom, and there was a burst of electricity in Smith's headphones.

Sitting down next to Kyle's corpse, Smith looked sideways at the lifeless face and sighed.

Alas, brother, did not die on the battlefield, died in this messy city.

"Two of you." After he finished speaking, he ripped off his headphones and leaned quietly against the wall.

……

About 3 kilometers away from the explosion area, the Mayflower Hotel, is located in the downtown area, is the best hotel in this county, the hotel is extravagant and luxurious, with everything, one of the most appreciated is the hotel's garden nine-curved corridor, picturesque, the huge swimming pool in the garden is constant temperature in all seasons, no matter what time you arrive within 24 hours, it is guaranteed that there will be bikini beauties with your sweet smile.

In the wee hours of the morning, a stout man walked through the garden corridor, carrying a black rucksack on his back, a T-shirt on his upper body, and valuable slacks and leather shoes.

Unfortunately, the man's dignity was a little unpleasant, his palate was very prominent, although he had two beautiful beards, he could not stop the crocodile-like lips, the top of his head was not grassy and shiny, and a black spot the size of a thumb was growing under a tuft of black hair on the left cheekbone.

The bald man patted the waitress on the waist as usual lewdly, and motioned in very stiff Spanish that the hot girl could spend a pleasant evening with him, and the waitress gave him a middle finger seductively and left.

The bald man watched the waitress smoke and look at her, swallowed a bubble of saliva in his throat, turned and left angrily, and walked to the building where he lived.

Entering the room, carefully locking the door, the bald man took a piece of water from the refrigerator, drank it in one gulp, and then began to rummage through the cabinets to check for something, after that, he walked into the bathroom, stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, grinned, stretched out his hand and tore off his mustache like a trick, and then pulled out a piece of gel from the upper part of his lips and teeth, and then tore off the dark spot on the left side of his face.

Then carefully remove the contact lens lens.

In the mirror, Mo Lei's slightly emaciated face was revealed.

He possessed the water with his hand, rubbed it a few times on his face, looked up at himself in the mirror again, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

I'm just a legacy, so why do I have to make something earth-shattering?

If the instructor knew that what he taught me was actually used on these, I wonder if he would be so angry that he would jump over and kick himself a few times.

It's not complicated, it's clear, the other party just wants that piece of land. Fuck, it looks like there are forced requisitions and demolitions everywhere.

However, they shouldn't have killed people, shouldn't they have killed children and the elderly, or even threatened me with the lives of local Chinese? Mo Lei looked at his big bald head, and couldn't understand what was going on with this person, could he sacrifice everything because of selfish interests? Is this still a primeval jungle?

Mo Lei took off his clothes and checked his wounds, well, the healing is not bad, and the rest of the past few days can make him recover as soon as possible.

The wallet is bulging, this is Mo Lei came from the station in the county a few days ago, he specially found a guy with very obvious characteristics and easy to disguise to steal, after all, people always remember things that are easier for them to remember.

As a result, I didn't expect that guy to be a little tyrant with a big stack of pounds in his wallet.

Mo Lei knew that it would be useless to report such a theft incident at the local police station, and he didn't even have a chance to file a case, so he simply put on makeup, and then came to the best hotel to open a room with someone else's ID as a resting place.

Walking out of the bathroom, Mo Lei turned on the TV and browsed all the TV stations that could be broadcast.

A piece of peace, stability! The weather was great! The setting is beautiful!

There is not a single mention of the bombing.

Okay, let's get a good night's sleep, and call Assistant Li at the embassy tomorrow to see how Wu Xiaoqiao is doing.

Mo Lei rinsed briefly, changed the medicine for his wound, walked into the bedroom and fell asleep on the carpet next to the bed.