The last few recalcitrant mercenaries were outside the main entrance, hiding in the middle of the three vehicles in a circle. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When Wang Dong arrived, Luo Qing was lying behind the collapsed door panel that had been beaten into a sieve by heavy machine guns, and was using a rifle to "name those guys".

It's just that these guys are hiding behind the vehicle and not every shot can be hit.

The mercenaries are also fighting back, but they don't threaten at all.

After observing for a while, Wang Dong pointed at the industrial waste piled up on the hill to the east, and motioned for himself to go over there and let Luo Qing cover him.

There is also an unidentified force of armed men outside, and it must be dealt with quickly.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......"

As soon as Wang Dong got up, there was a strange whistling sound outside.

He didn't even think about it, and immediately lay down.

On the opposite side of the doorway, Luo Qing also shrank to the ground.

It's the characteristic sound of a rocket flying!

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The explosion occurred, and three vehicles, as well as the mercenaries hiding near the vehicles, were all blown into the sky.

That's too ruthless, isn't it?

Wang Dong pressed Luo Qing's hand and told her not to act rashly.

Luo Qing nodded, turned sideways, re-set up his rifle, and aimed the muzzle at the intersection.

The mercenaries had been hired by Normanoff, and the ones they were killing now weren't necessarily friends, maybe they were accomplices of the enemies who attacked them on the farm.

There were several flickering lights at the intersection, and there was also the sound of vehicles moving.

Wang Dong got up, approached the doorpost, and picked up his rifle.

Of the four cars, three of them stopped two hundred meters away, and the other slowed down.

It was an off-road vehicle, with only the driver, and it was waving something.

Suicide Attack!?

Wang Dong turned on the safety and pressed the trigger with his index finger.

When the off-road vehicle drove past the wreckage of the burning vehicle, Wang Dong saw clearly that the driver had a white towel in his hand, but it looked like a pair of white briefs.

In addition, the driver wears a face covering that resembles an Arabic bandana.

Luo Qing Dynasty Wang Dong looked at it, Wang Dong pressed her hand, making her calm down.

Fifty meters from the gate, the SUV stopped, and the driver got out of the car with his hands held high and waved his briefs as he walked towards the door.

Which part of this is playing?

Mr. Wang felt like an American GI, in Iraq or Afghanistan, against a terrorist trying to carry out a suicide attack.

"Stop, take off your mask!"

"Is that you, king?"

Wang Dong was slightly stunned, that person actually knew himself!?

"I, King, Mura."

Mura?

Musharraf!?

I took the test, how is he!?

"Mula, is that you?" Luo Qing got up.

"Luo, it's me."

Wang Dong took the lead and walked out, which can be said to be surprised and delighted.

The man had taken off his mask, a large beard, a high nose, curly hair, dark and rough skin, deep and bright eyes, and a typical South Asian face.

That's right, it's Mura.

Musharraf, Major, is a senior agent of the Joint Intelligence Complex of Pakistan's Inter-Services Intelligence Directorate.

Three years ago, Wang Dong and Luo Qing worked with him once, and it was very pleasant.

In Luo Qing's words, among all the intelligence officers, except for Wang Dong, the only one who can gain her trust and let her trust her life is Musharraf.

"Mura!" Luo Qing was very enthusiastic.

Musharraf was a little shy, and when Luo Qing approached, he nodded politely, which was regarded as a greeting, no physical contact, and the handshake was avoided.

Of course, this is respect for Luo Qing, but also respect for Wang Dong.

When Wang Dong approached, Musharraf shook hands with him.

"Mura, why did you come here?"

"It's a long story, we need to get out of here now." Musharraf speaks Chinese fluently and has a regional accent from Henan.

It's no surprise that Musharraf served in the Pakistan Army before becoming a secret service, where he spent three years at the Chinese Army Academy.

As he said this, Musharraf looked at Wang Dong carefully.

It's not that I don't know Wang Dong, but I was frightened by Wang Dong's appearance.

There are dozens of bullet holes densely packed on the body armor, and the canvas on the surface and the Kevlar bulletproof layer on the outside have been shattered, revealing a ceramic reinforcement layer sandwiched in the middle.

The ceramic pieces are inserted in the middle, and each piece is only the size of a palm.

Luckily, there was still a layer of Kevlar fiber, and most of the bullets didn't penetrate the ceramic reinforcement, so they didn't cause serious trauma.

The two of them are jumping around and can still come over, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

Musharraf whistled, and the vehicles drove up.

There were more than a dozen armed men, all South Asians, and perhaps all Pakistani agents.

When Musharraf commanded his men to clean up the battlefield, Wang Dong and Luo Qing rushed back.

Normanrov was still lying in the corner.

Seeing Wang Dong and Luo Qing, Norman Rove was startled at first, and then struggled hard.

As Wang Dong walked over, he ripped off the detonator of the flashbang.

Only, nothing happened.

"It seems that you are still a little conscious." Wang Dong squatted down, ripped off the tape wrapped around Normanrove's head, and pulled out the flashbang.

It was then that Normanrov saw that the tab to which the rope was attached to the flashbang was taped to the flashbang.

He glanced at Wang Dong, and then noticed Luo Qing who was sneering at him.

Wang Dong usually doesn't like to laugh and laugh, and it is Luo Qing who likes to play tricks on people.

"Wang, you misunderstood, really misunderstood." Normanrov knew very well that if he did not die, he would be tortured in utter misery.

"Misunderstanding what?" Wang Dong smiled coldly and stuffed the flashbang back.

"Woo......"

Normanrov was just about to struggle, but his neck was choked by Wang Dong.

Wang Dong didn't kill him, but just choked his neck artery and made him faint.

At this time, Musharraf rushed over.

Seeing Normanrov, he didn't say anything more and came over to carry the Russians.

Five minutes later, Wang Dong and others got into the car.

With the exception of four of his men to clean up the scene, all the others followed Musharraf and left.

Half an hour later, the convoy arrived outside a motel and did not stop there, but simply changed vehicles.

Next, the vehicle was replaced twice.

It's still Musharraf, unusually cautious, never overlooking details, never making low-level mistakes, and still so quiet.

For soldiers who participated in the artillery battle of the Kargil Pass and were trapped on the snowy mountains for months, it is normal to be silent.

After dawn, Wang Dong and his team arrived at a copper mine south of the San Juan River that had been abandoned for decades.

"You go and rest first, I'll go to the doctor."

"Mura, I need a room and some interrogation tools."

Musharraf nodded, indicating that he understood what Wang Dong meant.

The copper mine is very deep, and it takes a few minutes to get to the end by elevator.

Due to the excavation of underground rivers, the copper mine was closed decades ago for safety reasons, and production has not resumed since.

The flooded mine has been blocked, and only a small fraction remains.