As soon as Ahmet turned back and signaled to the two assaulters diagonally facing the courtyard gate to break down, the iron door creaked open, and a sleepy-eyed armed man walked out of the door slowly, still muttering vigorously.

"Holy shit, this grandson still has a chance to sleep, it's fucking obedient." Ahmed, who was scolding in a low voice, simply pounced directly from the side, and his strong and powerful left arm directly locked the neck of the armed man.

"What are you doing?" The armed man who rubbed his nose felt that there seemed to be something wrong, and the smell of blood in the air was too strong, and a spirit, drowsiness, suddenly disappeared.

"What about the sentinels? Where are they gone? "The sleepy armed men instinctively sensed the danger. But at this moment, his throat was choked by the crook of the arm that suddenly came from behind, and despite all his struggle, the thick arm was tightened more and more. It's getting harder and harder to breathe.

Taking two steps back, Ahmet tightened his arms locked to the hapless man's neck and dragged the struggling armed man to the side of the door. The right hand drew the sharp thorn from the crook of the bent leg.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, everything will be fine, it won't hurt, soon, it won't hurt." Ahmed, whose face was covered in sweat, whispered in the ears of the desperately struggling armed man, but the movements of his hands did not stop in the slightest.

The sharp blade sliced diagonally from under the arm that was choked at the neck, and almost from the moment the cold blade of the military thorn pressed against the skin of his neck, the armed men who were strangled by Ahmed struggled desperately in vain before dying. The frightened man waved his arms as hard as he could, trying to grasp something, but he couldn't. He wanted to make the person behind him stop moving, and he wanted to shout for help, but he couldn't shout in his choked throat.

The struggling lamb was desperate, and he could feel the sharp pain of the cold blade cutting into his neck without any emotion. The sharp blade cut through the skin and seemed to touch the bone as it slashed against the collarbone. The blade was still cutting inward, and the arm he was waving was getting weaker and weaker. Finally, a wave of warm blood arrows erupted.

Then came the sudden difficulty of breathing. As his eyes dimmed, he could clearly hear his own hollow breathing, which was a bubble formed by the turbid breath of the ruptured trachea as it blew the blood foam. I don't feel pain anymore.

Ahmet let go of his hand, and the corpse that had fallen to the ground was motionless after spasmodic convulsions, the dark red that overflowed from the hideous wound on his neck glowed a disgusting black in the pale green screen of the night vision device. The blood slowly spreads open.

"Let's go inside." Ahmet let out a long breath, shook his head, and put the automatic rifle over his shoulder, speaking at the team.

A sharp-eyed soldier with a whispering submachine gun nodded at Ahmed, signaling that it was ready. Ahmet gave a thumbs up to his left hand and nodded. An assault man on the other side prepares with his gun raised, his AK-47 assault rifle pointed diagonally at the gate.

Ahmet turned slightly sideways, pushed open the hidden courtyard gate with his right hand, and the spearhead on the other side quickly rushed in through the open gate. "Up," Ahmed shouted, and the assault men diagonally facing the gate followed closely behind the spikes and rushed in. "Go, go, go." Ahmet raised his left palm and waved, and four or five figures rushed into the courtyard in turn.

Glancing at the corpse that had fallen to the ground, Ahmed buried his head and rushed in. The situation in the courtyard has been brought under control. Two bodies that had been knocked over by the 9mm bullets of the whispered submachine gun were lying on their backs in the sand, still bleeding profusely.

"Ready!" Ahmet walked over to the small building where Rava lived and spoke to the scouts who were half-in a circle. The two sharp-edged soldiers with their shoulders against the whispering submachine guns nodded knowingly, and quietly touched the door at the entrance, one left and one right.

The noise inside could be heard faintly through the thick iron door, and presumably the people in the command headquarters were not aware of the anomaly outside. Seeing that the preparations were almost complete, Ahmet nodded, and a mobilizer with an automatic rifle on his shoulder tiptoed forward and began to install a fixed blasting device on the iron door.

"Three squads, snipers, pull out the point of fire." Ahmed knew that at this point, their actions could no longer be concealed, and he did not hesitate to give the order to attack the covering units while the Demoman planted the explosives.

As soon as Ahmed's voice fell, the heavy firefighters who occupied the high ground in the distance did not hesitate to buckle the RPG that resisted their shoulders, and six rockets with long tails pierced the quiet and hot night sky.

Around Lava's residence, a violent explosion sounded at the same time, and then, several crisp gunshots added to the lively atmosphere. The machine-gun fire points scattered around the dwelling were either fired by rockets or the machine gunners inside were killed by snipers.

Although Ahmed and the others are only the most basic combat units, not as good as other arms, there is absolutely no problem in dealing with these armed personnel who have not undergone formal training.

Drip, drip, drip, several blasting devices fixed to the iron door flashed red signal lights in turn. The retreating Demoman made an OK gesture at Ahmed, signaling that he was ready. Ahmet nodded, raising his right palm.

The scouts, half-in a circle, quickly spread out to the sides of the door, clinging to the wall, bowing their heads and preparing their guns.

"4, 3, 2, 1, detonate!" As Ahmet's right palm clenched into a fist, the Demoman pressed the detonation button.

"Boom" There was a low explosion, and a huge wave of air slammed the entire iron gate out, and the choking smoke dispersed. There was a panicked shouting in the room. The sudden explosion caused the lights of the Defense Command to go out.

"Flashbang!" Ahmet roared, and the soldiers on both sides of the entrance shook their hands, and two flashbangs were thrown into the room.

"Boom!" Even though his eyes were closed, Ahmet could still feel the dazzling glow of light erupting from the entrance to the room. "Up!" Ahmed yelled. Two assaulters dodged out from both sides at the same time, and the spearmen on either side of the entrance quickly rushed into the house. Immediately after that, two assaulters also rushed in, occupying several corners of the small house in turn.

"We have been exposed, and the enemy will come to support us soon, and we will fight quickly!"

Stung in the eyes by the scorching light, the armed men, who were intermittently blind, walked in panic, and some pulled out their guns, but they were clearly not as fast as the bullets from the automatic rifles in the hands of the rushing mobilizers. The two points of the submachine gun were doped with the rapid triple point and single shot of the AK-47 automatic rifle. Ahmed, who rushed into the house with his gun, could clearly hear the desperate wails and the "clanging" of bullet casings falling to the ground. There was chaos in the house.

Rava, who was enjoying a fine drink at home, had not yet reacted, first with a few violent explosions, and then saw the door of his house being blown open, and then bullets entered his body. Just now he was expecting that the Chinese who had gone through his intimidation methods would obediently hand over a million US dollars, but he never thought that his life would end at this moment.

"Safe", "Safe", "Cleanup", "The target has been killed. The sound of reports came back in turn in the headset, and occasionally there were a few messy shots, and Ahmed suddenly felt a nauseous vomiting sensation as he looked inside the bullet-ridden room.

"Hurry up!" Ahmet glanced at the scouts who were walking slowly among the corpses with their guns against their shoulders, and put down their guns as he spoke. "Set up the bait, hurry up and evacuate, it is estimated that the enemy's reinforcements will arrive soon."

As he spoke, there was already a fierce exchange of fire outside.

There was a rustling noise in the headset, "Sir, hurry up and withdraw, reinforcements are coming at 9 o'clock at the end of the street." The hurried voice of the sniper deployed on the commanding heights outside came from the channel: "There are at least forty or fifty troops, and there is no cover from armed vehicles. ”

"Got it." Ahmed replied lightly. "Hurry, hurry, hurry." Turning around, Ahmed shouted at the team members who were scrambling through the documents, "Have you set up the mines?" Ahmed asked.

"It's already, it's okay." The Demoman who exited the room replied excitedly, "Give them some color, see." ”

Ahmed didn't say anything, just nodded. At this time, the courtyard was already in chaos. Hearing the sudden sound of an explosion, the armed men patrolling the surrounding area hurried to check on the situation, but as a result, the squad that had run out first had just turned the corner when several of them were knocked down by a long shuttle machine-gun bullet.

"Cover with perimeter fire, all armed pickups, and we'll rush out."

With the sound of violent tire rubbing, before the armed men who rushed to support could react, three pickup trucks rushed out of the iron gate and rampage through the street, and the heavy machine guns in the rear compartment kept spitting flames.

Amid the sound of gunfire, screams, and invective, three pickups walked away, and several armed pickups that were still trying to catch up turned into a pile of scrap metal under the blow of rockets in the distance.