If the legendary story experienced by the ghost agent under the control of Zhao Nuo really happened, then the story of the second level should be like this:

In the dim moonlight, there were streets that had not been swept in a long time, and dilapidated buildings. Bullet holes and blood stains on the walls are a reminder of the tragedy that took place here.

The war-torn city of Conger is in shambles, it has long since become an eerie dead city, and all the civilians have long been killed, leaving only the mercenaries under the PMC and some of the infiltrated spies.

The night in the dead city is always extraordinarily quiet.

But today, in search of a female spy, mercenaries are almost all about to go out of their nests. All 400 men took to the streets, searching all the buildings one by one, trying to find the spies.

The reason why they work so hard is not only because the information held by the spy is important, but also because the spy is a beautiful woman.

For the mercenaries who are fighting all year round, and the barracks are full of pure masters who don't even have a sissy cannon, even if they see a sow, they will probably pounce happily, let alone this beautiful spy.

So now, the soldiers are very serious, swallowing their saliva while trying to find the traces left by the spy.

But what they don't know is that another enemy has infiltrated here, and that guy is not a spy who operates covertly, but the most brutal assassin.

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Under the cover of night, the ghost agent came out into the streets. Holding a black-bladed "Daredevil" saber in his hand.

For an assassination, this knife couldn't be better. Because its blade does not shine at all, it seems to blend in with the night.

The ghost agent's saber had already slit the throats of hundreds of enemies, and today, looking at the number of enemies in the town displayed on the satellite map, he felt that he was probably going to finish out dozens of people again.

With his left hand, which was not holding a knife, he drew a cross on his chest as a confession, and the agent slowly stepped forward, approaching a soldier who was smoking a cigarette standing alone on the street in front of him.

The mercenary's costume has always been disorganized, and this man is actually wearing snow camouflage in the city. This dress is almost like holding a flag all the time, with a line of big words written on it: "I'm here, come and kill me".

Perhaps he didn't expect someone to assassinate someone in the city, but the soldier still stood there grinning and smiling a little rogue in his mouth.

Faced with the dying enemy, the agent did not show any expression:

For him, killing people has long been commonplace, as simple as breathing, and if he can't do it one day, it's a business trip.

The smoking soldier was completely unaware of his imminent death, humming and shaking his chubby body, when the ghost agent made a move.

"Click."

The sound of the saber slicing the throat in the dark night sounded and disappeared in an instant, and the blood spurting from the throat stained the street in front of it red.

The ghost agent dragged the enemy into the alley, and threw the enemy who was no longer able to speak in the alley, and walked out without looking back.

It doesn't matter if you don't hide the corpse, as long as you don't find it immediately, your current task is to rescue the spy, and you will leave as soon as you succeed in the rescue, and there is no time to hide the corpse.

Back on the street, which was deserted because the enemy had been searched, the agent set his sights on the intersection ahead.

I saw three soldiers in jungle camouflage uniforms, holding assault rifles, talking to each other, not knowing what they were talking about.

Through the shadows of the buildings on the side of the street, the agent slowly walked forward, in the direction of the three soldiers. Then his footsteps suddenly stagnated, and his body, which had been leaning forward, suddenly froze in place.

- It's so dangerous, the soldier who was standing in the middle just now, the tactical flashlight in his hand almost shone on him.

After making sure that there was no one other than the three within fifty meters of each other, the agent pulled out a silencer-equipped SIG-P226 pistol and aimed it at the head of the leftmost soldier.

On a frontal battlefield, no one will use a silencer, because sometimes the silencer will lead to a crooked bullet. Looking at the bullet that was originally aimed at the back of the enemy's head, it hit the opponent's fart. shares, this situation is really embarrassing.

But for agents who have been trained in countless shots, a firearm with a silencer will be more accurate.

"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"

After three faint gunshots, three bodies that had been shot collapsed at the intersection.

The agents patiently dragged the three bodies away and threw them behind a broken billboard on the side of the street. And only then move on.

The enemy density on the street in front of him was very large, there were more than 30 people, and the patrol route was completely irregular, faced with such a situation, the ghost agent also decisively gave up the plan to assassinate and burrowed into the three-story building next to him.

However, as soon as he walked through the door, he encountered an unexpected situation:

An enemy approached with a pitch-black SCAR-L rifle and happened to be facing him, and the other party reacted so quickly that he was about to draw his gun, but—

The three bullets that flew out of the muzzle of the P226 all hit the soldier in the head, turning him into a convulsive corpse in an instant.

After killing the enemy, the Ghost Agent walked up to the second floor and stood in front of the glassless window in the stairwell.

Raising his pistol and pointing at the only intact window pane of the spire building sixty meters away, he took aim slowly.

-- At such a distance, it is obviously very difficult to hit with a single shot from a pistol. But nothing is impossible for a ghost agent.

"Whoa!"

The sound of shattering glass sixty meters away tore apart the quiet night, and the soldiers who were still patrolling the streets rushed over quickly, surrounding the only entrance and exit of the building.

The trick to lure the enemy has worked.

The ghost agent put away his gun and walked down the stairs and back into the street, only to see that the street had been "bustling" had been almost emptied by the moment - except for a few patrolmen, all the enemies had rushed to the side of the shattered glass-shattered building.

Evading the eyes and ears of the few remaining patrolmen, he lowered his body and quickly crossed the street. Finally managed to enter the church on the north side of the street.

This is where the female spy hides.

The glorious hall of the church was now eerie, with three enemies searching the hall and their locations scattered in order to expand the search area.

Scattered lone enemies couldn't be more convenient for assassination operations.

A minute later, all three enemies in the church were sent to hell.

It was only then that the ghost agent's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he put his saber back into the pitch-black scabbard, walked to the platform of the church, and gently slapped his hands twice.

"Waltz?" A weak female voice came out of nowhere, and if someone who didn't know was present, I was afraid that it would be a manifestation of a god.

"Tango." The ghost agent had memorized the code before he spoke, and then he saw a slender figure in a black leotard emerge from the statue of Jesus on his left.

"Is it safe?" The woman with neat short hair asked, although her face was not very good, but her appearance was quite standard.

"There are still many enemies nearby, and we must leave immediately." The ghost agent said as he put on his night vision goggles, and his vision suddenly turned bright green: "Follow me." ”

The evacuation point was on the west side of Condell City, about two kilometers from the church. Now, with the number of soldiers in the city still growing, and the enemy likely to find the corpses of their freshly killed companions, there is no longer time to waste.

Leading the female spy forward quickly, the enemies on the street began to gradually increase. And the ghost agent has finally begun to show his true strength.

Kill what you can, and bypass what you can't. The female spy behind the agent is also highly skilled, and she may be even better than him just by looking at her stealth skills.

The two quickly approached the evacuation point, but unfortunately just as they were about to arrive at the evacuation point, an accident happened:

Behind them, two enemy patrols appeared at the same time, with more than twenty people.

Unexpectedly, the female spy shuddered in fright, but the ghost agent remained calm, removed the only smoke grenade hanging from her waist, pulled off the pull tab and safety, and threw it directly in the direction of the enemy.

"Let's go."

He gave the order succinctly and sharply, and as he began to retreat at a rapid pace towards the evacuation point, the bullets from the assault rifle flew through the smoke screen, creating a dangerously hot arc around him.

It is safe for female spies to run in front, but agents in the rear have almost become "human shields". Several bullets hit the ceramic insert embedded in the body armor behind his back, making a "bell" sound, and although he was not injured, it was still painful.

If this continues, sooner or later he will lose his combat effectiveness and become a lamb to be slaughtered.

Fortunately, the blue van that picked them up for evacuation was parked not far away.

"Get in the car!"

The driver of the van shouted anxiously, and seeing that the female spy had jumped into the back compartment, the ghost agent turned around and fired a few shots at the smoke, and also rushed into the van in three steps and two steps.

Almost as soon as he got into the car, the pickup truck started, but at this time, more than a dozen enemies could already be seen rushing out through the smoke screen, and the muzzle of the assault rifle in his hand was directly aimed at the truck.

But fortunately, he is not helpless now.

Lifting a black cloth covering the protrusion in the middle of the carriage in front of him, revealing a silvery-white six-barreled machine gun, the M134 aviation machine gun. Although this thing is usually mounted on helicopters, it is important to shoot it first, and there is no time to study why it is installed here.

The gunshots, which were in a line and could not be heard at all, suddenly rang out, and the killing machine turned its six barrels wildly and poured a torrent of death on the enemy. The flaming hotline swept by, and all ten of the ten enemies who had just rushed out were knocked to the ground.

But the ghost agent did not dare to take it lightly, and shouted at the driver:

"Let's go!"