But in the eyes of the two guards, it was not the ghost behind them that was unconsciously approaching. Rather, it was a dagger that was suddenly unusually heavy and cold on the neck.

Nothing fancy. At the behest of the Nighthawk. The two recruits, Hong Guang and Bai Yu, respectively covered the mouth of one of the guards, and according to the essentials of the usual professor, they cut the major artery between the throats of the two with a clean knife.

Before Bai Yu and Hong Guang could even react to what it was like to kill someone, the two gradually cold corpses had already collapsed limply in their arms, motionless.

"What are you doing, carrying the corpse into the hole." Nighthawk whispered to the two recruits who stood still, their faces full of dazedness.

The two men snapped and recovered from the fear of killing. Hurriedly dragging the corpse after Nighthawk, slowly making his way into the cave. But there is always a voice in their hearts shouting: "I have killed someone, I have killed ...... person."

The cave is very dim, and the dim yellow mining lamp embedded in the top of the wall above the head has only one far away, and it cannot play the role of lighting at all. It's just a rough picture, barely allowing everyone to see the road under their feet.

Beneath his feet is a long, endless mine path that leads to the depths of darkness. A railroad track lay across it, several trolleys, and a lot of black ore in them. Even in such a dim light, you can see that the luster is flowing and shining. Even if they don't know anything about minerals, they know that this is no ordinary ore. It is likely that it is what Fauber said, the real secret of this sacred mountain.

The next minecart is even more eye-catching. The yellow glittering gold is dazzling, and the golden sand piled up together accurately tells everyone such a message. It is a symbol of wealth.

Nighthawk asks Bai Yu and Hong Guang to hide the two bodies in an empty minecart. The two poor recruits, enduring the constant vomiting sensation that kept coming over their hearts, put hands on each other, and threw the two unlucky ones into the black minecart. They didn't expect it! Special forces kill individuals, kill and bury! These corpses are too humane!

After doing this thing, which had consumed almost all of their bodies, the two of them held the minecart and gasped for air. Wang Chao stood aside, very glad that he didn't participate in it, otherwise, it is estimated that he would have to vomit now.

"Okay, follow me, and you'll get used to it." Nighthawk comforted them a little, turned and walked deeper into the cave. The three recruits did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly tore off the guns behind their backs, and disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

From a distance, the entire cave is pitch black. But when I got closer, I found that there were actually dim miner's lamps everywhere, but the illumination of the lamps was really flattering, and it could only illuminate not far from under my feet. So from a distance, it's pitch black ahead, and people can't help but reverie.

After walking down the mine for a long time, about half an hour passed, and Nighthawk did not see even half a figure. Not only did they not see anyone, but they didn't even see a corner of the place where these people were working.

Be amazed at the enormity of this artificial cave, although the passage is not very wide. But a heavy truck can barely get through, and after walking so far and not reaching the end, how much manpower did it take to excavate at the beginning.

Nighthawk couldn't help but remember what the old man had said to him, but forgot to ask him how many people had been digging for how long. There was no way, the mountain was already very large, so they could only continue to walk along the passage. At the same time, they did not dare to relax their vigilance at all, who knew how many unknown dangers would exist in this deep cave. If they are not careful, they may not recover.

As the minutes tick by, the longer you delay here, the greater the danger you face. A few people who understood the link couldn't help but speed up their feet and hurried forward.

Suddenly, the Yaksha, who was walking in the front, stopped abruptly. Nighthawk cleverly followed, but unfortunately the three recruits behind him were unconscious, and they slammed into Nighthawk like a ball. Fortunately, Nighthawk's footsteps were steady, without the slightest movement, and withstood the impact of the three people.

Bai Yu, who was walking in the front, was very embarrassed and just wanted to say something. Nighthawk turned sharply and made a silent gesture at them. Bai Yu hurriedly shut up. Like Nighthawks, the trio clung to the wall, pricking up their ears and listening quietly.

The sound of small footsteps sounded from the front of the passage, intermittent and faint. But this is not hidden from the ears of the Yakshas. Yaksha turned his head to look at Nighthawk as if inquiring.

Nighthawk did not hesitate, and led everyone to slowly lean towards the source of the sound with extremely light steps.

The further you go, the clearer the sound becomes. Although I couldn't see it clearly, I could roughly tell how many people were swaying back and forth. It was clear that it was supposed to be the sentinels, they were standing guard.

Sure enough, Nighthawk and his party stuck against the wall and stopped about 5 meters away from the sound of footsteps. Through the dim light, four figures could be seen pacing back and forth. They didn't do any conversation, they didn't smoke, they couldn't hear even the slightest breath. Just pacing back and forth.

With the character of these casual guards, they would stand guard so seriously. Nighthawk thought that they must have arrived where they wanted to go.

Nighthawk turned around, took out his pistol at the three of them, screwed on the muffler, and raised his head at the three of them. The three of them immediately understood, quickly took out their pistols from their bodies, and installed mufflers like nighthawks.

Nighthawk intends to train the abilities of the trio. This mission is extraordinary, and the following may become more and more dangerous. These three people can fit in as much as possible, not to mention how much of a role they can play in the mission, but at least they can protect themselves. And the nighthawk was content.

Listen quietly, Nighthawk listens quietly. The footsteps were rhythmic, and the guards paced back and forth at their own pace. Nighthawk is looking for an opportunity, looking for a one-hit opportunity.

Waiting, which made the nervous Bai Yu and the three of them even more nervous, sweat slid down their temples, and fell to the black ground under their feet, but they didn't know what composition they were on, and they couldn't see it in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly, Nighthawk raised his hand, and the three of them immediately tensed. When the decisive moment is approaching, it is actually more stressful than waiting.

Finally, Nighthawk's hand slashed down. As the slash gesture ended, Nighthawk scurried out at the same time. Bai Yu and the three of them also seemed to have been pinned to the buttocks, and a fierce man ran out behind Nighthawk.

Four dull noises rang out in the rapid movement of the four. It only echoed in the passage a few times before it was no longer heard. Nighthawk reached out and grabbed the bodies of the two men who were about to fall. The other two opened their eyes and slowly slid down against the wall.

Nighthawk nodded in satisfaction to the trio who leaned over. All four shots hit the center of the eyebrow. This is not a problem for the Nighthawk, and for the recruits who are shooting in this visual condition for the first time, it is already quite remarkable.

Before it was time to rejoice, Nighthawk had already thrown the body to the three of them. Nighthawk turned, quietly surveying the terrain.

This is the turning point of the passage, and it is also the end, and the lights are bright ahead, and there is a faint sound of shouting. Although this is the end, it is still some distance from the bright lights ahead.

Like the warehouse they first encountered, they were on a high level, and the construction site was low, connected by a slope. There was no longer a threat around, and the Nighthawks slowly leaned forward.

Stand on a high place and look down on the devolution. It's pretty much the same as the original warehouse structure, or a smaller version. It's just that it's a mess of mining here, and the one that was blown up is loaded with weapons.

Huge searchlights also hang overhead, illuminating the entire mine without leaving a trace of dark corners. Most of them are probably busy unloading outside, or have already rested. Inside the mine, there are only a dozen or so guys in camouflage uniforms who are busy. They were armed with mining tools, and they fought hard against the hard rock walls one by one.

Nighthawk's eyes were drawn to a simple lighted hut beside the slope. Looking at the entire mine and the way they had just been, there was only one hut. It seems that it plays a more important role here.

The others also saw the hut, their eyes shining with a scorching light.

Nighthawk strode down the ramp, gun in hand. Three recruits rushed forward and clamped him in the center, and tracing the direction of the hut with their guns raised. Yaksha followed last, watching from afar those who were concentrating on mining, preventing the slightest mutation.

The hut was made of tin sheets, and the door was ajar. I can faintly hear the human voice inside. Nighthawk was not polite, and stepped forward without even saying hello, and directly kicked the door open. Instead, the three recruits beside him froze: "It turns out that you can play like this." ”

There were three people sitting in the room, probably because it was stuffy here, and they were all naked. Suddenly, I saw someone break in. Almost at the same time. They rose to their feet as fast as they could, picked up the machetes that were placed beside them, and beckoned to Nighthawk without asking.

Nighthawk sneered slightly. He had already judged from the reactions and skills of the three of them that the three of them were good hands. But what about the good hands, in his eyes, he hasn't taken these three guys seriously. Because, he has a gun.

Raise your hand and shoot three shots. The two guys who were running at a rapid speed slammed backwards. They were carried backwards by the powerful inertia of the bullet at close range. With a bang, it slammed into the desk, and the whole tin house was smashed.

The only one left looked at the empty right hand, and at the helpless companion who was lying motionless in a pool of blood. Suddenly, as if his spine had been drained, he fell to his knees in front of Nighthawk with a thud.

Nighthawk shot the knife out of the guy's hand with one last shot, just to keep it alive to get some information. I didn't expect this guy to be so cowardly, behind his seemingly strong appearance, he actually wrapped a weak heart, and he could kneel in fear when he saw a dead person.

Nighthawk snorted and said with a murderous face, "I only asked once, and if I got it wrong, it was a bullet." ”

The strong man kneeling on the ground nodded his head busily, his eyes full of horror. It's as if Nighthawk is a devil from hell, and he is afraid that Nighthawk will take away his soul.

"What are you doing here?" Nighthawk asked, "Mining, digging for iron, digging for gold." The strong man replied tremblingly.

"What's the use of digging iron ore?" Nighthawk still asked with a blank face, shaking the gun in his hand from time to time.

The strong man was so frightened that he said everything: "Commander Awangsen told us to dig here, and it is said that these weapons made of iron ore will not be detected by metal detectors." Able to pass through the customs of various countries. We dug it here, dug it up, someone took it away, and then it was made into a weapon. ”

Nighthawk was shocked, this was important information. If a weapon that can't be detected by a metal detector is transported everywhere, it is a big deal. Who knows what the terrorists will do. Nighthawk gasped.

Suddenly, Nighthawk asked again, "Say, where did the Poison King hide the nuclear bomb?" The tone was stern, the face was hideous, and the frightened strong man's lower body was damp, and he actually urinated out.