Wooden doors always give people a warm feeling, and the doors in everyone's home, originally made of wood, exude a primitive atmosphere and natural taste.

The door in front of Nighthawk is a wooden door made of a whole piece of mahogany, 3 meters high and 4 meters wide, and the door is carved with various patterns.

"Tut-tut," the military thorn kept pinching the tooth flower, "Captain, you see how expensive this door is, and the little devil is too extravagant, isn't it just a door, making such a large piece of mahogany, in the end, it is a rich landlord and old wealth, and the evil capitalist Fusang fascist." He shook his head with an exaggerated expression of pain.

"Okay, what is this, haven't you seen that the toilets of the rich people in our country are all made of pure gold, compared to luxury, they are still superior to the people of our Celestial Empire, little devil, hum, it's far worse, don't talk about corny." Yaksha sneered at the stab, and seeing the way he shook his head, Yaksha felt that he was ashamed.

"Okay, shut up for me, show that you have a mouth, when, are you still talking nonsense here, take care of your mouth, this is a war." Nighthawk turned around and scolded, watching as several people shut up before continuing to follow the black bear.

The black bear walked to the door, pressed his ear to the door and listened to the movement inside, but when there was nothing, he shook his head at the nighthawk.

Then with a hard touch, the door creaked softly, revealing a crack.

This door is not locked, is it convenient for these security guards to enter and exit?

The black bear didn't think much of it, pushed the door open the big crack that one person could walk through, and went in to investigate first.

Like all teacher buildings, this house is modeled after the ancient Tang Dynasty architecture, and the entrance opens to a large hall, but the objects in the hall are very modern.

The area of this hall is not small, at a glance, I am afraid that there are about 300 square meters, when a small dance hall is more than enough.

The black panda bent down and advanced to the sofa in the middle of the hall, scanning the surrounding qiē, no monitoring probe, no guards, no servants, quiet, all qiē is quiet, at the end of the hall is a passage, the back is dark, I don't know where it leads.

The black bear turned around and walked to the gate, signaling for Nighthawk to let them in.

The black bear said to Nighthawk, "Captain, safety, there's a passage ahead, I'll go and see first." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

Nighthawk grabbed the black bear's hand and said, "No need, this is not a field battle, indoor close combat requires close teamwork, you haven't learned indoor melee combat, now listen to me, everyone moves forward in a line battle cover formation."

Everyone, including the black bear, nodded, and according to the formation of the black bear first, the second mine, and the second to the Yaksha, each raised their guns to protect one side, and slowly half-crouched forward to search.

No one would doubt Nighthawk's ability, and no one would question Nighthawk's instructions in indoor melee combat, they had been together for so long, and in small talk, they all knew that Nighthawk was a SWAT officer, and what he was best at was indoor close-quarters combat and other tactics.

Although they are all special forces and have special skills, they are basically compared to conventional warfare and special missions in the field, and in this regard, no one is an opponent of Nighthawk.

Originally, their team was set up for intelligence officers to eliminate some dangerous objects.

The initial consideration of the establishment was also for the sake of close combat, and I never thought that any large-scale war would require a team like them to appear, and there would be an army to solve it, it had nothing to do with them, the purpose of their formation was to deal with various secret missions.

Led by the black bear, a group of people quickly walked through the living room to the passageway, and suddenly, all the lights around them went out, and the door that had just come in was closed with a bang.

Everyone panicked inexplicably, and the sudden sound interrupted their highly tense nerves. There was a slight commotion at first. Endless darkness envelops them, darkness, and it will always make people feel fearful.

As soon as Nighthawk raised his hand, he pressed it down vigorously, and in the darkness, the white bandaged hand was still easily recognizable, and all the people quickly squatted on the ground and stood on guard.

"Don't panic, everyone, it seems that someone did it on purpose, we should have walked into a trap." Nighthawk chewed on the taste of his words, thinking about what had happened along the way, but there was nothing wrong with it.

Shimada would not betray them, so how did Matsumoto know that someone would come, could it be that the people he brought were not the dozen or so that Shimada said at all, but more people.

They went to the house first and set up an ambush, as soon as someone came in, they would annihilate, hehe, they underestimated us too much, anyway, Matsumoto is here, let's kill him first, and then talk, the thoughts in my head are flying.

After taking the doctrine, Nighthawk quickly said to everyone, "Everyone bring night vision devices, they want to ambush us while it is dark, heh, we can't see it, they can't see it, but now we see it, it's their end, the bullet is loaded, ready to fight, today we must kill Matsumoto, this old devil." Everyone quickly groped for the night vision device on their bodies and put them on their heads, this time Shimada gave more things, and even thought of compressed biscuits, probably because they were afraid that they would have a protracted war, so they specially prepared two pieces by themselves.

After bringing the night vision device, turn on the work button, and the surroundings immediately turned into a piece of emerald green, which feels a bit of a horror movie, but fortunately I saw it, which added a lot of comfort to people's psychology.

They were at the entrance of the hallway, leading straight to the room behind them, and the hallway parted in the middle of the corridor to the right, forming a square circle.

It is surrounded by houses, and the open space in the middle is planted with various vegetation.

It is like a small courtyard house of the Celestial Empire, but this corridor, including the surrounding houses, is a wooden structure, surrounded by many stones of different sizes embellished on it, which perfectly reflects the fusion of modern and ancient architecture.

Nighthawk patted the black bear on the back, and the black bear half-crouched up and began to walk forward, and the rest of the people followed nervously and slowly forward, the surroundings were very quiet, and there was not a sound to be heard, only the creaking of their feet on the planks.

Walking to the fork in the corridor, the last Yaksha suddenly felt a shadow flying by not far in front of him, the speed was amazing, he rubbed his eyes, but there was nothing in front of him, if it wasn't for the night vision goggles, he would have thought it was his hallucination.

"Captain, be careful, I found someone behind me just now, and the movement was very fast, and it disappeared in a flash." Yaksha carefully reminded Nighthawk.

Hearing Yaksha's words, Nighthawk thought in his heart, what kind of character is Yaksha, that is the special forces of the special forces, the contestants who have participated in the World Special Forces Competition, and the pride of the sky who left the flag of the Celestial Empire forever in the special forces school, his eyes can't see the figure clearly, what a fast figure it must be.

"Everyone be careful, the other party may be a master, from now on, if you see any movement, you don't need to ask for instructions to shoot immediately," Nighthawk felt a faint uneasiness in his heart, he felt that the people who ambushed them were not ordinary killers, they were probably some masters who usually hid deeply.

I've always heard Shimada say that Matsumoto has a guard around him to protect him, which is very powerful and very secretive, could it be the figure he just saw?

The team members were all on their toes, gripping the trigger tightly with their gripping hands, ready to strafe the creature that jumped out.

Moving on, they searched each room along the corridor, and the room was full of Fuso's unique sliding doors, and there was no glass on the door, but the window paper was pasted, which gave them the illusion that they were acting in some kind of movie, and they had come to Fuso in ancient times, looking for unknown treasures in the dark......

"Bang" Nighthawk and Thorn turned around at the same time, and the two looked at each other, both seeing the meaning of the inquiry in each other's eyes, "Did you hear the voice?" Nighthawk asked the thorn, he had just heard a very slight noise in the clearing on the left, like the wind blowing the lawn and like the footsteps of people, but he was not sure, but he turned his head intuitively, and when he saw the spur with the same gun, he asked him if he had heard it too.

The thorn nodded vigorously, did not speak, and looked straight ahead.

There was not a single ghost in front, only another row of houses across the fence and thick grass in the middle clearing.

"Grass? Wait, isn't the grass here much thicker than outside, and it's piled up?" Nighthawk finally thought of something wrong, and suddenly said to the real army thorn.

Just as they were talking, suddenly, the whole grass "jumped" and rushed towards them, and at the same time the sound of something breaking through the air in the wind. Whirring straight at them.

"Lie down" Nighthawk shouted, pulled the monkey and smashed it on the spot, the gun in his hand instantly burst into a roar, and shot fiercely at the "grass pile" in the air.

Everywhere the bullet passed, a puff of blood flew upside down, and beautiful blood paintings were painted on the ground.

A muffled snort followed, followed by the sound of a thud on the ground, apparently someone in the grass who had been beaten to the ground by the Nighthawks.

Seeing that someone was killed, the remaining people in the grass scattered in a hurry, without staying long, some jumped on the roof, some disappeared at the corner of the corridor, and some jumped directly into the ground and disappeared.

"Everyone's okay," Nighthawk got up, first asking if there were any casualties. Just now everyone else went into the house to search, and it was only him and the army thorn monkey outside, so no one was hurt.

The wall behind him was covered with darts, and through the night vision goggles, you could see that it was shining with an unusual glow, apparently poisoned on it.

"Shuriken, ninja." Nighthawk saw the darts speak out loud, and jumped into the clearing, examining the corpses on the ground.

The corpses were all dressed in black, with black cloth covering their faces, and there were many strange things hanging on their bodies, all of which looked like weapons, including several shurikens pinned to their chests.

There was a knife stuck in his back, and one of the guys already had a knife in his hand, presumably ready to kill them with a knife while they were bending down to dodge the darts. As a result, they were given a target to the Nighthawks.

Nighthawk crawled back into the corridor with a solemn expression and said to everyone, "It seems that everyone really has to be careful, we are not facing ordinary people, but Japanese legendary killers, ninjas. “