Although it was late at night, the hot, humid and stuffy air of the day was bothering people like a shadow. Facing the gentle breeze outside the window can make Nighthawk feel the slightest bit of coolness. It was just a testament to the fact that they were still on earth, and they were fleeing the hell of fiery death.

Led by the driver, they passed through the still lively urban area, like the birthplace of this ancient civilization, on the banks of the M Gong River.

The M Gong River is the most important transnational water area in Asia and the sixth longest river in the world, with its main source of Zhaqu and its origins in Qinghai Province of China. It passed through several countries and finally flowed into the South China Sea. The scenery on both sides of the M Gong River is very beautiful, with houses with exotic flavors hidden among the branches, and under the illumination of neon lights on both sides of the river, it shows a trace of mysterious charm.

It's a short drive and you're on the dockside in no time.

It's late at night, although the city continues to be noisy during the day, full of singing and dancing, bars, casinos, nightclubs, there are countless of them, M Valley, which is also a world entertainment city.

But prosperity is always very far away from this place of eternal labor, and the workers have long fallen asleep after a hard day's work. They don't have any energy to enjoy their spiritual life, and tomorrow will be another day of hard work to support their families.

The whole dock was silent, except for insects and birds chirping in unknown places.

The moonlight is like water, gently sprinkled like every corner of the pier. After passing through the rows of tall containers, the car stopped on the shore of the wharf, Nighthawk jumped out of the car, looked at the surrounding environment, there was nothing, and turned his head to look at Lao Liu inquiringly.

Lao Liu explained, "A large area here is the place where the shootout was fought that day, and the specific place should be this area." Nighthawk nodded, and turned to look over the shore, and sure enough, there was an iron pier standing on the shore every four or five steps.

Nighthawk didn't have a flashlight, but in the moonlight, he searched for the pillar that Doro had said. After a few steps, I found a circle on the pier that was painted with red paint as if it were a child's hand.

Nighthawk beckoned to Lao Liu's side. Lao Liu quickly ran over.

"This should be it." Nighthawk said, "Are you sure?" asked Lao Liu.

"It should be," Nighthawk nodded, "according to Doro's code name, only this place is." ”

"Okay, let's get to work." Lao Liu excitedly turned around and went to arrange.

They brought a lot of equipment, even a diving suit, and another person climbed on the crane, and under the light, one person was using a walkie-talkie to guide him in the direction of work. With a pop, the diver sank into the deep bottomless water with bubbles, and Nighthawk and Lao Liu squatted on the shore and waited quietly.

After waiting for a while, as a string of bubbles came out of the water, the diver's head also appeared.

"There's a container down there." The diver said loudly.

"Okay" Lao Liu rubbed his hands, turned to his back and said, "Give him a hook, and then go down to someone, help hook it, let the top prepare, and the crane will lift it up for me." “。

With Lao Liu's instructions, the group of people he brought were busy in an orderly manner. Diving diving, driving driving, directing commanding. All of them are going on step by step. "Where's the stuff going later?" Nighthawk asked.

Lao Liu smiled mysteriously, "You'll know when you get to the place." With that, he turned his head to see that his men were busy.

Nighthawk and his teammates rolled their eyes at Lao Liu's back.

It's mysterious again, it seems that people still don't treat us as their own, and a few people don't bother to ask. Save people from answering, and lose face. The military thorn simply squatted on the ground alone, and hummed his Henan Bangzi again.

Yaksha walked over and asked curiously, "Hey, I said, why do you keep humming this, it's okay to be nice all the time." The military assassin said disapprovingly, "What's wrong, I don't think the song in our hometown is good, I can tell you, we hum this is very historical, to change in the Song Dynasty, I sing the famous ethnic dialect, that's Mandarin, don't know what to do, take you to appreciate the art without appreciating it." Yaksha pouted at him, "It's a pity that you were born in the wrong car, hundreds of years late, and you didn't catch up with the good time." Don't say it, maybe you still crossed over from that time, hey, it's a sin, a general's material is now a dog and ignore it. Listening to Yaksha's teasing, the military thorn didn't react at all, and nodded with a strong smile and praised it, and turned around to make him an official.

After a while, the military stab said, "Actually, I can only be regarded as half a Henan, my mother is from H Nan, and my father is from S Dong, but Hua Mulan is so good, it's not bad to sing to you." Listening to his explanation as if talking to himself, everyone didn't take it seriously.

A few people were busy with idle teasing. Lao Liu has already hoisted the container up. Immediately, everyone shut their mouths at the same time, and looked at the container that burst out of the water, and the water flowed aimlessly everywhere around it, spilling the shore wet.

"What a big guy, if this thing really contains a nuclear bomb, it is estimated that half of Bangkok will be blown up." Mine said with a snort.

Under the command of the personnel below, the crane slowly hoisted the container onto the container truck that had been waiting on the side.

Seeing that Yiqiē had stopped, Lao Liu used the walkie-talkie to greet everyone and prepare to evacuate.

A few minutes later, everyone gathered next to the container truck, Lao Liu counted the number of people, and then told everyone to follow the formation just now, the truck followed behind the convoy, and then waved his hand, and everyone was ready to board the car.

Everyone dispersed in a hurry, and Lao Liu smiled and said to Nighthawk, "Let's go too." Seeing Nighthawk nodding and turning to the car, Nighthawk and the others followed.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and Lao Liu, who was walking in the front, fell down in response, followed by a lot of guys with submachine guns rushed out of the darkness, and shot at the crowd.

Nighthawk quickly drew his pistol and fell to the ground to return fire.

Although their reaction was not slow, they were attacked after all, and the hunters did not equip them with heavy firepower weapons this time. Only one person was issued a pistol and a saber.

At that time, the military assassin complained that if he met a bad person, he would have to sit and be shot, but now it has been fulfilled, and Yaksha scolded the crow's mouth next to him.

Lao Liu's men were no better, such a group of people only had a few submachine guns, and they were killed by a sudden attack. Under the suppression of the enemy's rapid advancing firepower, the people brought by Lao Liu fell down one by one, and the remaining few shrank behind the container truck with the Nighthawk, relying on the large size of the container truck to do tactical evasion.

After experiencing the initial panic, Nighthawk quickly calmed down, and through the gap in the container truck, he found that there were about twenty people on the opposite side, who had not undergone any special training, and walked in twos and threes, without any sense of protection, just suppressed them with the heavy firepower in his hands, and slowly moved towards them.

Nighthawk made a few gestures behind him, Yaksha and the spur immediately understood, turned around and walked towards the back of the car, Nighthawk said to Lao Liu's remaining men, "If you want to live, follow us." "These people are usually good hands, but they were stunned just now, and now they have calmed down, they know that they need someone to command now, and in the absence of their own leadership, they nodded without hesitation and promised Nighthawk, which is regarded as giving him their lives.

Nighthawk nodded in satisfaction. Looking at the enemy who was getting closer and closer, he raised his hand to signal everyone to lie down, and from under the high arched chassis of the truck, he aimed at the other party's feet, and in the dark night, the attacking crowd obviously did not see the movements of the ambushed people, and was still laughing and sweeping the bullets to approach the truck. Prepare to snatch goods and kill.

"30 meters, 25 meters, 20 meters", Nighthawk counted in his mouth, the bullets whistling louder and louder, and even the other party's speech could be clearly heard, when the count reached 10 meters. Nighthawk shouted "hit" to his side.

The people who couldn't wait desperately pulled the trigger in their hands, and shot the hateful bullets directly at the lower half of the other party's body, the bullets penetrated the other party's calves, and all of a sudden, more than a dozen people in front of them fell down wailing like cutting wheat.

At this moment, the Yaksha and the spur spiked out of the back of the car as if their buttocks had been set on fire, and circled in a semicircle to outflank the attackers who had been beaten on the spot.

The nighthawk on the side of the truck didn't want to give them time to react, and after standing up, the group of people didn't take the car as cover anymore, and went directly around the side of the car, facing the people who were still standing.

As soon as these untrained fellows saw that their people had suddenly fallen, they inexplicably scattered to find cover, for fear that they would become like these people on the ground, but as soon as they ran a few steps, they were beaten by the Yaksha Army and the Nighthawk's firepower.

This time Nighthawk and they came were all good players, and their marksmanship was all good, almost a gun hit, and the battle was solved in less than a minute. Only a dozen or so people were left on the ground, crying and struggling.

The spur ran forward, picked up the submachine gun on the ground, and shot at these wounded people with hatred, and his mouth was still matched with his angry roar, because his butt was cut by a bullet just now, and now he was still panicking in pain, so he would find these people to vent his feelings if he had nothing to do. Anyway, no one cares about it here, and if these people die, they die.

Looking at these raiders, Nighthawk was puzzled for a long time, it is said that this operation is very secretive, how could such a group of people suddenly appear to sneak attack.

While he was pondering, the sound of wheels gradually approached. Everyone then became nervous, picked up the guns left by these sneak attackers on the ground, and looked for concealment on the spot to guard against them.

Two vans quickly came into view. Stopped close to the truck, and the headlights shone directly at the container truck.

The door of the van opened, and a bunch of guys with submachine guns came down. Nighthawk rolled his eyes, these guys are endless, don't they die fast enough. Squatting on the ground and raising the gun, ready for a second shot.