The militant threw the leftover pizza from the table into the trash, picked up the remote control and turned up the air conditioning temperature in the sentry box a few degrees, took out a packet of instant coffee from the drawer and poured it into a paper cup, and washed the coffee away from the freshly boiled hot water in the electric kettle.

“Oh，****！ It's special forces! ”

The armed man's eyes widened, his hand loosened, and the paper cup in his hand still fell, and the coffee spilled on the ground, pounced on the M16 automatic rifle placed on the table.

As soon as the militant's hand touched the weapon on the table, and before he could pick up the gun, a NATO-made 5.56 mm rifle bullet broke through the rain curtain, broke through the glass of the sentry box, and sank into the corner of his brow.

Burst!

The bullet ripped open most of the back of the militant's skull, and blood splattered out and fell into the sentry box.

The armed man who was shot in the head still had the surprise on his face before he died, and he fell down on his head and fell into the sentry box.

The militants in the sentry box on the right were also shocked when they saw that their companions in the sentry box opposite him had suddenly been shot, and reached out to press the alarm button installed on the wall; However, as soon as he stood up, a bullet made a bright ballistic flight path in the dark and cold rainy night, piercing through the glass and hitting the militant in the heart.

The powerful penetrating force of the bullet carried the militants away from the table, and the militants who fell to the ground stretched out their bloodstained hands, grabbed the corners of the table with great effort, and tried to get up from the ground; But his heart had been pierced by bullets, and his vitality was running out rapidly, and even though he tried his best to clasp the corner of the table, he still couldn't get up from the ground. After leaving a few finger prints on the table, he collapsed in a pool of blood and never got up again.

In the rain, Assault and Elf each held a HK416 automatic rifle, and approached the gate of the manor with standard tactical steps; When approaching the crossbar in front of the large openwork iron gate, the elf seemed to sense something, raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out his hand to signal the assault to stop advancing, turned on the night vision function of the multi-functional tactical glasses, and looked towards the crossbar in front of the gate.

Several infrared sensing rays emanating from piers at both ends of the crossbar are visible in the multifunctional tactical glasses with night vision turned on.

If it weren't for the elves who stopped the assault just now, when they stepped over the crossbar, they would inevitably trigger the infrared sensor line, which would trigger the alarm in the manor.

The elves and assault bypassed the crossbar, pulled out their pistols and fired a few shots at the glass of the sentry box, smashed the glass with the butt of the gun, jumped into the sentry box through the window, first turned off the infrared sensor line on the crossbar, then removed the crossbar, and opened the gate of the manor.

After driving into the manor, the doors on both sides of the Land Cruiser were all opened, except for the shark and Vegeta, Yun Lingfeng, Luo Hao, Leon, Allen, Casvor, and Wesley took weapons, jumped out of the car, and sneaked towards the main building in the manor.

Many of the plants in the Anjirekov estate are evergreen, and even in winter, they are not frozen bare, and the plants are still flourishing; It's just that the lawn on the ground has long been withered and yellow, and it immediately became muddy under the rain.

Wesley had already written down the location of the power distribution room in advance, and after entering the manor, he rushed directly to the location of the power distribution room.

"Did you think the special forces would really come?"

Two men in raincoats and armed with M16 automatic rifles were patrolling along the path in the estate.

"Who knows?"

The militant on the left, who was holding a flashlight, casually swept the vegetation in front of him with a flashlight, and said in a somewhat contemptuous tone: "What if the special forces come?" As long as they dare to enter here, they will be completely surrounded, and don't think about going out again. ”

"Help me get the flashlight, I'll fix it." The militant on the left took off the flashlight, handed it to his companion, and hurried to the side of the tree trunk, picked up his raincoat, unbuttoned his pants, and began to "irrigate" the trunk.

As the militant was comfortably relieved, Wesley crept towards him like a ghost in the night.

As the militants shook their bodies and straightened their pants, Wesley's right hand reached out with lightning and covered his mouth, followed by the saber in his left hand and slashed through the militant's neck.

The militants' eyes were wide with horror, and they covered the knife on their neck with their hands. However, Wesley's knife cut the carotid arteries on both sides of the militant's neck, and it was difficult for him to hold down the knife that had been propped up by blood with his two hands, not to mention that Wesley made up a knife in the back of his heart after cutting his neck.

"The special forces didn't come, but the 'Sea Knights', no, it was the 'Dragon's Teeth' who came." Wesley whispered in the ear of the militant in front of him, then let go of his hand, and the dying militant fell to the ground.

The blood that poured out of the militant was quickly washed into the sewer by the rain; As a result of blood loss, the militant's face quickly turned pale, a lifeless paleness that was particularly frightening in the night.

After taking out the militant, Wesley disappeared into the night like a ghost.

"Charles, are you jerking off? Why isn't it okay yet? The remaining militants, noticing that their companion had not returned, shouted in the direction of Charles's release.

However, his shouts were destined to receive no answer. The only thing this militant can wait for is the scythe in the hands of Uncle Death!

"Don't shout, that Charles has already gone to Jesus for coffee before you."

Wesley's cold voice appeared behind the militant, and then there was a crisp sound of bones breaking in the militant's ears, and then he saw Wesley, dressed in black clothes and pants and wearing a black cap, standing behind him.

Poof!

The militant whose neck bone had been torn off by Wesley at a hundred and eighty degrees was instantly killed, and Wesley dragged the body of the militant who had fallen on the trail to the side of the shadow, took off his raincoat, and put it on himself.

The current location is still some distance from the manor's power distribution room, and there is no guarantee that he will not encounter patrolling militants along the way, and Wesley's action time is only ten minutes, and he will not be able to assassinate all the way; And the raincoat can provide him with a certain camouflage, and in the case of low light, he can get through the pass.