If he had read Tom Clancy's novels or played Ubisoft's The Division game, he would have known what kind of combat unit the Homeland Strategic Security Agency's operations team was in the radio signal that suddenly cut in. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info it's a pity that he was busy seeing a doctor and killing people before he crossed over, so he didn't have time to care about these.

However, his mind was spinning quickly, and he came back to his senses after a while, and the person who answered the call said that they were exactly four people, and that should be the four traversers who had not been contacted since D+105. It's just that the "director team" didn't we say that the personnel were randomly teleported to the area under our actual control, which of you kryptonite dog saw that Tianjin Wei was under our actual control?

In the short time that Tian Buzi was stunned, those who rushed to the clinic from the shadows threw the buckets and cans in their hands towards the clinic. As the containers shattered, Tian Buzi smelled a pungent smell of kerosene. Rub, this is to play with fire, I wonder if when those third brothers with touching IQs come back, the four people in the clinic will become the roast duck of Quanjude, Tian Buzi is also speechless to those third brothers who left their posts without permission.

"You'd better hurry up and come to your aid, they're going to set fire to the station. Password: Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck. Complete. Tian Buzi didn't have time to communicate with the four newly contacted traversers, so he decisively left a password to identify friend or foe and interrupted the radio conversation.

Tian Buzi, who put down the headset, walked out of the secret room, picked up a chair and threw it at the window, and the glass inlaid in the window frame was smashed to pieces. He pulled out an MPX submachine gun from his bosom, pulled open the telescopic butt, and began to fire suppressively at those who tried to approach the clinic.

Those who tried to set fire to the clinic flocked to the clinic from all directions, and after all, the firing range of Tian Buzi's submachine gun was limited, and many people had already come to the low fence outside the clinic under the cover of night. The men sat under the fence and kept throwing containers full of kerosene at the clinic in a parabolic form.

"Ma San, Master Huo, move some heavy tables and chairs to block the door, don't rush out easily without my instructions. After a while, someone came to save us, and when we saw someone without braids, we called Mickey Mouse, and if the other party answered Donald Duck, it was my own person. If the other person calls Mickey Mouse, you have to answer Donald Duck. Remember, don't be beaten to death by your own people. Tian Buzi fired at the window and told Ma San to them.

Ma San and Huo Yuanjia followed Tian Buzi's instructions and piled up heavy furniture behind the door of the clinic, while Huo Yuanjia's wife hid in the kitchen. No sooner had they blocked the door of the clinic than the people outside set fire to the kerosene that had been poured on the walls of the clinic. The two-story brick and timber building, which used a large amount of timber as a building decoration, was soon ignited, and a large amount of smoke poured into the house.

In a hotel about 600 meters west of Tian's clinic in the British Concession, a white man had discovered the building that had been on fire 600 meters away.

“Shit！ Mia, Everett, Daryl, bring gear. The intelligence station is in the same direction we were teleported from three days ago. The white man called out to his companion.

The two men and one woman who heard the shouting took up their weapons and rushed out of the door of the hotel with the man who had discovered the fire in Tian's clinic and ran in the direction of Tian's clinic. The waiter in the lobby of the hotel was stunned by the actions of the four white men and women, and he couldn't understand what those strange things were in the hands of these men and women with American accents, who had already paid a month's rent in advance, and now they were hurrying out without checking out with all their luggage.

In addition to the MK11 in Everett's hand, the MK11 carried by the other four traversers can also be seen to be a weapon, and the "short sword" MK5 submachine gun carried by the other three people is too sci-fi for people in this era, and no one thought that it would be a weapon without pulling out the foldable butt.

John, Mia, Everett, and Daryl had been teleported by the "director's team" to a small alley fifty meters away from Tian's clinic three days earlier, and it was barely enough to pass through the area under the actual control of the public. Despite their strange attire, they had white faces and spoke fluent English, which was like a master for the red-headed third brother patrolling the neighborhood, and the Indian soldiers did not dare to embarrass them, and pointed out the location of the nearest hotel for them.

The people who came out of the New York scene of the mode, who didn't have some shiny valuables on them, those things didn't take up space, and they could be of great use after crossing, John, they all hid some on their bodies. After exchanging these things for some currency in the British Concession, they stayed in this inn.

Without the assistance of satellites, the portable radio equipment on their bodies could not have made contact with the green paint area far away on the Liaodong Peninsula from the touching communication distance. Although the four-man team had been trying to search the air for radio waves with their radio equipment for the past three days, it was clear that they had missed the first two days of the call between Tempoz and the Green Paint Zone.

But tonight they finally found a radio signal, and after some effort, they switched to the channel and heard someone shouting to the green paint area.

Green Paint Zone! The "director's team" gave them assigned teammates, and one of their intelligence stations was under attack. The signal they intercepted told them a very urgent situation, and the teammates on the other side of the radio were very calm, and after talking to John, they gave the password to identify friend and foe, and cut off contact, presumably the situation should have reached the most critical time. But in this short call of less than a minute, they could not determine the location of the intelligence station at all, there was no GPS here, and their holographic map system out of New York City was long gone.

However, John soon spotted a building that had just caught fire six hundred meters away, and judging from the warning from his teammates, unless they encountered the probability of winning the lottery, this building that had just caught fire must be the intelligence station in the Green Paint Zone.

John and the others ran towards Tian's clinic in full gear, although the foreigners in the British Concession thought their attire was strange, but their white faces were the pass here, and no one stopped them.

"Those red-headed Ah San are especially fools, and this hand of the tiger leaves the mountain to play them around. Stationmaster Tian, let's rush out, we'll be burned to death in the house if it's too late. Seeing that the fire was getting bigger and bigger, Ma San felt that it was unreliable to wait for the Indian soldiers with red cloth on their heads to come back to rescue.

"Cover your mouth and nose with a wet towel and lie on the ground. Wait, our own people are coming. Tian Buzi felt that it was not yet time to venture out, and that the arsonists must be waiting outside to ambush them.