GreenWill raised his hand and looked at his watch, and said to Nietzsche, who was still unaware, "The East German secret police will be here in five minutes, and if you don't want to be caught, leave quickly." ”

Hearing the words secret police, Nietzsche's face suddenly changed, he took out a pistol from his coat pocket, and looked out the window nervously.

Then GreenWill and Barlow got up and left at the same time, and before leaving, he turned back to Nietzsche and said, "As for the assassination plan, I suggest that you wait until June, and you will understand the reason by then." Of course, I'm just suggesting this, if you want Zeisel to die, you can go now, and you'll have to weigh up the success rate yourself. ”

"We've always been very careful about our friends' suggestions." Nietzsche replied.

"That's for the best." Greenwell smiled slightly, and he relayed to Nietzsche exactly what Albert had taught him, and although he didn't know why, everything Albert did seemed ridiculous and had its own reason.

Greenwell did not know that in June 1948, when the first Berlin crisis broke out, it would have been much easier to carry out an assassination in a turbulent environment than it is now.

At the same time, five police cars were speeding in this direction, filled with heavily armed secret police, who had been told that someone had met with the secret resistance group against the Soviet Union, and that they were ready to wipe out the group this time.

No one knew that in mid-air, a small drone suspended in mid-air was taking in everyone's movements, the same aircraft that Albert had shown at the North American Defense Show. The people who control the aircraft are some of the elite personnel selected from the Belgian special air service company.

A secret unit equipped with the black technology weapons of the Holy Grail, an elite talent selected from the Belgian Special Air Service Company.

"The ravens are coming this way, is Hudson ready?" Lieutenant Ernest Edge José, who was watching the group's movements from the monitor, asked in a low voice, Raven was their name for the secret police, and Lieutenant Ernist, as the squad commander of the operation, was solely responsible for the safety of the big man in the cafeteria.

"It's ready, the important people have left the restaurant." Hudson, hiding in the room diagonally across from him, was targeting the cars with his SVD.

"Very well, let's do it." Ernest steered the drone down towards the convoy, and the drone mount was equipped with a drum-mounted Uzi submachine gun, which had more sustained firepower. It can not only be used as an aerial reconnaissance aircraft, but also as a weapon for fire support.

"Roger, chief." Hudson narrowed his left eye, staring intently at the driver of the first car, but gently pulled the trigger.

With a loud "bang", the glass of the first car was broken, the driver's chest was shot in the chest, and the sprayed blood instantly dyed the entire glass window a bloody red, and the driver died on the spot. And after the first car stopped, the next few cars also had to stop.

At this time, the drone that came down from mid-air began to harvest the slaughter, the original East German police car shell only had a thin layer of iron, and the 9mm bullet of the Uzi submachine gun could penetrate without any obstacles.

After the bullets were fired, the drones quickly lifted off and reached places outside their range.

There were also non-dead guys who opened the door and ran out of the car, but they didn't know where the bullets came from, and shot aimlessly with their pistols, but they were all unfortunately knocked out of the head one by one by Hudson.

"Mission accomplished. The big man has left safely, and the police can't catch up with them no matter how much they try to catch up. After confirming on the monitor that Greenwell had escaped capture, Ernest began to prepare for the evacuation mission.

"Roger, Captain. Is the evacuation plan the same? Hudson asked, tucking his sniper rifle into his fishing bag and slung it over his shoulder.

"No change, the two of them will act separately, first go to the first evacuation point to gather, if the first evacuation point does not arrive, and then go to the second evacuation point, you must be careful."

"Roger." The drone has flown back to the house where Ernest is staying, and he wants to hide this guy in the car, and put a cloak with a certain stealth paint, which looks like there is nothing inside, otherwise it will be really difficult for one person to transport this big guy out.

Nietzsche, who witnessed this bloody killing from the small building where he was hiding, couldn't believe his eyes, what the hell was that? He began to wonder if Greenwell and Barlow were just arms dealers, or how something strange flying in mid-air could have shot a group of trained secret police so easily. He had a vague sense that the two so-called arms dealers had other schemes.

"What happened today must be reported to the organization, such a powerful weapon, if we can get one, assassinating the leader of Stacy is not a problem at all." Nietzsche muttered to himself.

"Is it solved?" Sitting in the car, Greenwell communicates with the elite team escorting him through a microphone, a high-tech gadget delivered to him by Albert, and it is unknown whether it is the contents of the Holy Grail or the work he developed.

"It's done, but I suggest you don't leave off the main road, because you are already wanted by the whole country." Ernest advises Greenwell on his advice.

"Thank you, I will act according to the evacuation plan, and you should be careful, this is East Germany, even if you are equipped with more advanced things than them, you will not be able to withstand many people."

"I know, we have to be silent until we have to." Greenwell ordered, "I don't want any accidents. ”

Greenwell, who had completed the task, breathed a sigh of relief, this was the first task Albert gave him, and although there was a little hiccup in the end, it was generally completed smoothly.

"No wonder you have a fearless appearance throughout the whole process, it turns out that you have already prepared for another hand." Barlow said.

"It's part of the plan, you just need to know what's going on. Anyway, this task has been completed, rest assured, the next task is not your share, and you don't need to risk the rain of bullets for three hundred and sixty-five days. Greenwell closed his eyes, the road was a bit bumpy, but he was too tired and wanted to get some rest.

After all, the next place to go is the even harsher environment of the Vietnamese jungle.