Nighthawk put down the telescope in his hand with some hesitation, and asked Sergei hesitantly: "Are you sure this is the right place?" It's a downtown area."

Sergei nodded very affirmatively: "Don't worry, that's right." My men found this here according to clues, and this time, my men were keeping an eye on the spy, who never came out. I've got about 10 guards around here, and it's hard for spies to escape. ”

Nighthawk was unimpressed, and Sergei's words reminded him of South Africa's actions. That time, Sergei was also full of confidence and said that there was absolutely no problem, and his people had already controlled it.

But when they entered the bakery, Sergei's men were killed, and the cold wind ran away, and they also became the bait that the cold wind left for the people of country Y. Nighthawk wondered if this bar would be like the bakery.

"Let's act, time waits for no one. I have already made an appointment with the plane for the evacuation time, this is country T, we must act quickly. Sergei was a little impatient, he knew what Nighthawk was worried about, but at this time, all worries would affect whether the battle would go smoothly.

What's more, Nighthawk's worries deeply hurt his strong self-esteem as a fighting nation hunk. He's already said it's okay, then it's absolutely fine, Nighthawk should just do what he says.

"Okay, listen to you." Nighthawk finally replied, and Sergei breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, we have to have a strong perimeter response. If it's really a trap inside, I don't want to walk in and never get out again. Nighthawk looked at Sergei solemnly, and this time, he did not give the other party a chance to object. Because of his resolute eyes, he told Sergei a qiē, and this request was his bottom line.

"Okay, okay, of course, you're the boss, and it's up to you to decide." Sergei was about to laugh on his face, and now all he wanted was to rush into the bar and straighten out the damn mess. In the end, he left the country happily, and whatever the rest was, Nighthawk could do it himself.

Nighthawk nodded, he had already observed the distribution of almost all the buildings around him by the time he came. Where to hide the snipers, where to arrange a stealthy receiver, where to evacuate a large army when you can't retreat by car, all of them are engraved in his mind like a living map.

What's more, he still has the Eye of Heaven in his hand, which is a real living map. As a seasoned ace agent, he has his men quickly taking over the Quartet. He didn't trust Sergei's people very much, and he was more relieved that helping people was life-saving, or arranging his own people.

After making arrangements in a hurry, Nighthawk was the only one left by Yaksha's side. Sergei and his herd of Erosbulls leaped into the air, each with bulging waists and automatic weapons in their hands.

"Are you going to rush in like this? I'm afraid we'll be shot by hundreds of guns as soon as we get in, right? Nighthawk sighed a little that the IQ of these brutes was too high, and in the trouble of country T, he went into the territory of a gang with an automatic weapon to look for someone, and the person he was looking for didn't know where in the bar. Sergei treated this operation as a bank robbery.

"Of course, of course, automatic weapons are certainly not needed." Sergei smiled strangely, and looked fiercely at a guy with a machine gun about the size of the Vulcan cannon, he was dressed like a future soldier, what a stupid -!

Except for the agents in charge of the drive and the guys who were in charge of the support, Sergei and thirteen of his men swaggered towards the bar after Nighthawk. They looked like some big brother of the underworld with a group of younger brothers, especially the tall stature of those Eross brutes was even more noticeable.

"Attention, attention, unknown people are approaching, it should be that the target has arrived." On the second floor of the bar, behind a glass window, a guy with a scar on his face spoke coldly over the walkie-talkie.

"Be natural, be natural, don't jump so tightly. We're here to find a good time, don't let people see at a glance that we're here to find trouble. Nighthawk whispered a reminder to the people behind him, especially Sergei, who had a murderous look on his face.

At the entrance of the bar stood unruly guards, all of whom were members of the Tiger Hunters, armed with automatic rifles in their hands, swaggering on the road guarding the door of the bar. Although the Nighthawk's group looked majestic, the Tiger Hunter's men still looked these people up and down defiantly, as if they were about to rush up and fight at any moment.

"Don't look them in the eye, these people are all neurotics." Nighthawk reminded the people around him once again that he had heard that drug traffickers hated looking them in the eye the most.

One is because they often live on the verge of life and death, and they are afraid that their souls will be withdrawn from their bodies when they make eye contact with others. There is also the fact that they have always had to remind themselves with their high status that drug trafficking can be rewarded, so they do not allow anyone to look into their eyes, except for those who are more noble than their status.

The gate was pushed open by two dark-skinned men dressed in the rainforest costumes of the T country, and the sound of loud music rang in the ears like bombs. The bar is brightly lit, and countless people are swaying in the brilliant lights in the deliberately created dark world.

"What a nice place, that spy can really hide." Upon entering the bar, Sergei yelled in Nighthawk's ear. It's so noisy that there are so many people that you can only squeeze forward.

Nighthawk looked carefully at the environment in the noisy bar, and there didn't seem to be any ambush. Men and women writhed together, various wine glasses collided with each other in the colored light, and the sound of furious music seemed to pull this dark place into another world, and all the qiē did not seem so real.

Nighthawk's eyes narrowed, searching for his target as he walked. There were a lot of young people here, and no one looked past them, and no one took a second glance at the Nighthawks and Eross, who were just frantically looking for all kinds of excitement.

Suddenly, Nighthawk's eyes were drawn to a figure in the corner. Although he had never seen a cold wind, he had only heard his voice on the phone. But this qiē is enough, as an ace spy, he can distinguish the identity of this person from the temperament exuded by the other party, and the person sitting on the sofa in the corner exudes a temperament like a firefly in the dark, but it is difficult for you not to find him.

Leng Feng had been sitting in the corner, surrounded by beautiful women. He is like a nouveau riche who has made a lot of money outside, enjoying life surrounded by beautiful women. He also saw Nighthawk, and at this moment he raised his glass, and a smug smile appeared on his lips.

Nighthawk smiled too, and finally found this guy. He slapped Sergei on the shoulder hard, and at the same time pulled out his gun from his waist and shouted: "That's him, he's there." ”

Sergei also reacted, no one here knows better than him what Leng Feng looks like, Leng Feng was originally indirectly subordinate to his subordinates, and before he came here to act, Leng Feng's appearance had been firmly engraved in his mind.

It was like a storm was blowing in his head, and Nighthawk pulled out his gun at the same time as he pulled it out. The Ross bulls frantically pushed through the crowd, and the dancing crowd was poured out in rows like spring wheat. In front of the Eros, who are as strong as rugby players, the short and thin bodies of the T people are not worth mentioning at all.

The bar suddenly erupted, and the frenzied Eroste Agents rushed forward like a flood beast. They were ordered to capture him alive as soon as they saw the cold wind, and then end his life once and for all.

Sergei was extremely nervous at the moment, and it can be said that any time before, even when they were chased around by the people of country Y, they were not as nervous as they are now. Whether he can completely kill the cold wind and leave the Huaxia people speechless depends on whether his subordinates are fast enough.

He is in a race against time, and if he can't win, the great Eross will lose the most basic trust of Huaxia, an ally. There may be a fatal estrangement between the two countries in the future, which is quite unfavorable for the current situation of Eross in the world.

Bang! Bang! The shrill gunfire drowned out the frantic music in the bar, and the Eros bulls who were running wildly in front of them suddenly fell down several times. While the other agents were hesitating, a sharp knife stabbed through their bodies. The young men who were dancing suddenly seemed to have turned into deadly praying mantises, clinging to the agents, stabbing them into their bodies.

Although Agent E Rost was strong, they were surrounded by five or six young men from T country, and sharp knives stabbed into their fragile bodies like rain. More than a dozen E-Roster agents fell to the ground in almost a dozen seconds.

Nighthawk raised his hands and threw the gun on the ground. He wanted to turn around and evacuate when he saw Agent E fall to the ground, but there was no chance for him to turn around and run away, just as he thought, hundreds of guns were pointed at him almost at the same time.

The flickering lights inside the bar are extinguished and the fluorescent lights are turned on. Now Nighthawk could clearly see that he had not fallen into a trap, but into someone's lair.

In this bar, everyone who dances is either armed with knives or guns. Upstairs and downstairs, all sorts of guns were pointed at the last three of them standing, and if they made the slightest movement, they would be smashed to pieces.

Nighthawk shook his head and smiled bitterly and looked at Sergei: "I said a long time ago, it's not that simple. ”

Sergei's face turned pale, he never expected that the other party had been waiting for them to throw themselves into the net. Every time he was one step slower than the cold wind calculated, and this time was no exception.

Rumble! Rumble! Sergei and Yaksha fell to the ground at the same time, and two men with guns struck them the back of the head, knocking them unconscious instantly.

"Mr. Nighthawk, come and have a drink. I guess you have a lot to say to me. Leng Feng was still sitting there, the smile on his face still bright.

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