In the silence of the night, the phone in the room suddenly rang rapidly. The four people who had been waiting here for a long time bounced off the sofa as if they were stimulated.

Nighthawk nervously held the phone with one hand, ready to learn the killer's voice. Not letting the other party sense that they were nervous, he was trying to mix his breath.

When the phone was finally picked up, he said with a little drowsiness and firmness, "Hey, what's the matter?" ”

A gloomy voice still came from the other end of the phone: "Get ready for a qiē thing, in an hour in the underground parking lot, the black station wagon with the number 253 will start the action tonight." ”

The phone hung up, but Nighthawk and the other four almost jumped up with happiness. The other party was finally about to make a move, and Nighthawk raised his hand to look at the current time, which happened to be one o'clock in the morning.

Choosing to do it at night, Nighthawk instantly understood the other party's intentions. This point in time is the time when people are most sleepy. At two o'clock in the night and around four o'clock in the morning, people sleep at their best.

At this time, people will be in a trance and have some visual difficulties, even in the well-defended NSA. The highly trained guards would also show their fatigue after countless days and nights, and Cobra's choice to do so at this time shows that they are well aware of the human body.

"We still have an hour to go, and until we enter the underground parking lot, we can't let the other side notice any flaws." Nighthawk looked at his watch again, and the four of them checked the time at the same time.

The Cobra is no ordinary organization, and Nighthawk believes that this group will keep an eye on every killer under its command until it enters the fray. Not out of genuine skepticism, but with a natural prudence. It is precisely because of this cautious attitude that Cobra can go further and develop better.

The four of them quickly packed their bags, they had been living here for two days and had never been out once. During this period, the phone rang once, and it was the man with the dark voice who called, with only one purpose, to tell them to open the door.

Just a minute after hanging up the phone, there was a knock on the door. When Nighthawk cautiously opened the door, he saw only a figure disappear into the hallway. And he left a black travel bag in front of the door, and there were also black travel bags in front of the door of the next few rooms, and the volume was still very large.

He clearly saw a hand stretched out from the room, pulling a travel bag into the room, without even showing his face. After observing for a while, Nighthawk made sure there was nothing wrong with it, and pulled the duffel bag back.

When opened, it turned out that the bag was full of weapons. Based on the information of the four captured killers, Nighthawk concluded that all of the weapons in the bag were tailor-made for these killers.

What a dagger with venom, a well-machined triangular warhead, a polished steel-core bullet......... As long as these killers usually have all the equipment they usually like, this shows how tightly Cobra controls every killer under his command.

However, the four Nighthawks did not need these weapons at all, and when they arrived, they each brought weapons in their luggage. All are the most advanced weapons carefully modified by the National Security Agency's Equipment Department.

In terms of the most advanced, it may be replaced by the most perverted, a seemingly ordinary Boleta pistol, the standard favorite of 007. But after the transformation of those madmen in the equipment department, it has become a terrifying weapon that can destroy a room in an instant.

In addition, the portable folding bow and arrow carried by the fire warbler, the arrow is also a specially modified high-explosive arrowhead. According to the heat induction system at the time of ejection, it can automatically turn in the air to find the area with the most concentrated heat energy, and as long as the arrow touches it, it will explode immediately, and the explosion power is no less than that of an ordinary rocket.

In this operation, the four of them went deep into the tiger's den, which seemed to be very dangerous, but in fact, everything was two-sided. They carry almost an arsenal on their backs to go undercover in Cobra, and it should be the Cobra people who should be really afraid.

As long as these embryokillers are not happy, they can destroy them all anytime, anywhere. The roles of hunter and prey are usually reversed, and now Nighthawk is ready to swap roles.

After packing up all their gear, they began to sit quietly and wait for time. The four of them were like ancient samurai waiting for the moment when they went to battle, and the room was so quiet that even the sound of sweat dropping could be heard clearly.

As the minutes ticked by, Nighthawk looked nervously at his watch. He's calculating how much time he'll have to clean up all of Cobra's killers. Although they carried the entire powder magazine to fight Cobra, the other party had the most elite killer in Cobra, and the outcome of who won and who lost was not yet known.

"Five minutes to go!" With that, Nighthawk took out a satellite phone from his package and dialed a number. The faint voice of the phone only came twice, and the other side was connected.

"Underground garage, we will enter in five minutes. All killers, all kills. Nighthawk gave a brief order, then walked to the window and threw the satellite phone out of the distance.

The reason why he has always been afraid to use a satellite phone is that he is afraid of being monitored by the other party, and now that it has reached the final decisive moment, all means should be used. Even if the other party found out, he would not be able to react in such a short period of time.

"Remember, don't show mercy. Those killers can't be caught, and our mission is to kill them all. Blow their heads out at every opportunity, and you're welcome. Nighthawk walked back into the middle of the room and spoke coldly to the other three.

"Don't worry, Captain, we've all been dealing with Cobras for so long, can we still not know what they are? We need to use more ruthless methods against brutes, we know. The spur nodded.

The Yaksha and the Firewarbler on the side both nodded at the same time, and Nighthawk straightened up reassuringly and looked at his watch, there were still thirty seconds to go.

"Let's go, it's time to say hello to our old friend." With all their weapons on their backs, the four men opened the door and headed for the underground parking lot like future soldiers.

No sooner had they gone out than Nighthawk saw three men in the hallway who had just disappeared. Obviously, it's the rest of the Cobra members. They were also given orders to act in batches so as not to arouse suspicion from others.

All the cameras in the hallway were turned aside by the technicians, and the corridor leading to the underground garage was all in a vacuum during this time. They will turn into air, and no one will know that they have ever been here.

"Let's go, it's real this time." Nighthawk smiled slightly, picked up his weapon and walked towards the end of the hallway, the other three following closely behind him.

When they entered the hotel, they found a diagram of the structure of the hotel in the middle of the room. There were three escape routes marked with a red line, and now they were taking one of them.

This was both a way of escape and a way for them to attack. Open the fire door and follow the stairs all the way to the end of the parking garage. There were always cars waiting for them, either to attack or to evacuate.

The Cobras have a complete set of offensive and retreat plans, and at any given time, they have an advantage or a disadvantage. Evacuation is always a priority, and they, as killers, know too well that everything can change in an instant. Therefore, before each attack, the first thing to be studied is how to evacuate safely.

There was a thud on the stairs, and three groups of people had already begun to walk towards the underground garage at the bottom of the building. It seemed that they were all in a hurry, and the four Nighthawks didn't dare to stop, and hurriedly walked downstairs.

The closer you get to the underground garage downstairs, the more nervous Nighthawk becomes. Who will they meet there? According to the intelligence, this time the Cobra must be leading the team, and Nighthawk is very nervous, and I don't know who I will meet this time.

But no matter who he met, Nighthawk had already decided that since the other party was here, he should not think about running anymore. Huaxia is not another country, you can come and go when you want to come, and when you come here, you have to pay with your life.

He looked at his watch, and the reinforcements should have been in place. They were already standing in front of the underground exit, and no one on the roof of the building continued to go down, they were the last of them.

In the distance, a black nanny car was lit up, and there were two more cars across from it. Three people were quickly getting into one of the cars, and a man resembling a leader was beckoning everyone to hurry up and get into the car.

"Ready, as we approach, we will deal separately." Nighthawk whispered a few words, and without hesitation, walked towards the three cars.

They held the weapon tightly, and their fingers were on the trigger. The man who was waiting in front of the nanny's car was obviously impatient, whispered something, and waved his hand vigorously to make the three of them speed up.

"It's now." Nighthawk jerked up his gun and shot at the killer standing in front of the three cars when he was still ten meters away and the lights didn't illuminate his figure.

The killer apparently didn't realize what was going on, and as soon as he saw Nighthawk raise his pistol, it was instantly blown into powder. The modified bullet was terrifyingly powerful, blasting the killer into pieces, then penetrating his body and hitting the car behind him.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Three explosions sounded in quick succession, and three cars were hit at the same time. The huge power directly blew the three cars into the air and flew up.

The Nighthawk did not stop attacking and continued to shoot at the three vehicles. In the blink of an eye, the three black nanny cars were riddled with holes, and the killers inside were shot into a hornet's nest without even having a chance to fight back.

At the same time, countless special forces poured out from all directions. They were waiting for the signal from the Nighthawk Four, and the explosion just now was the signal for the final attack.

Hundreds of people poured here from different directions, and the four Nighthawks also stopped attacking. They had almost exhausted all their ammunition, convinced that there should be no living people in the car.

Suddenly, just as Nighthawk and the others stopped attacking, a figure flew out of the car like lightning.