Hidden Mission: Escape from the British EncirclementReward: Mystery Pack! Signed: Director's Team

Following the last time the rough embryos went to South Africa, the mobile phone that passed through everyone's hands stopped, and at this time, such a ridiculous text message suddenly popped up is really painful, well, if you don't have eggs, your chest hurts.

Break out of the encirclement? We have always been surrounded by those old antiques of the late nineteenth century, in the Far East, in the South China Sea, South Africa is still surrounded by special antiques, I jumped out of your sister's circle, not all those old antiques everywhere! Seeing this information, Zhao Yi killed the director team, and the whole family had their minds.

"Hehe, has the 'director team' changed again? There is also a mysterious gift package, this Nima is about to break out in a world war, is it really good for them to be so skinny? MissFox, who was resting on the canvas marching bed in the war room, immediately reflexively opened her eyes when she heard the text message.

"It's the same whether you change people or not, who is in that position and doesn't all the same pit us to death!?" Feng Yunyi, who was sleeping on the table, also saw the text message.

"Mysterious gift packages are not uncommon for us, at least now through the God's perspective of the 'director team', we can at least know that the life of those rough embryos on the British Isles is not very good." Zhao Yi said.

It's true that some people are not doing well, but not all the rough embryos trapped on the island of Britain are in deep trouble, at least Niko and they are quite free.

The John Bull radio expert who had been kidnapped as a hostage had been disposed of after Niko and the others had escaped their pursuit, and as with the same methods they had used to dispose of hostages in the Dome Light Curtain, there was basically no trace to be explored.

And the fake police car they used to "commit crimes" was also sunk into a remote lake, and in the two years they were in the light curtain, they "committed" enough cases to clone the police to code dozens of boxes of files, and the tricks were outrageous.

"Where are we going?" Eddie asked Niko.

"Where else can I go, to Ireland!" Niko said and touched the green clover pendant around her neck.

"Okay, so should we find a small bank to borrow some money first?" Hansen asked.

"You have to go hungry." Add said with an eyebrow raised.

Compared with the bandits who still have the leisure to get a vote, the situation of those FSB Maozi who have attracted a lot of firepower for them is not so optimistic.

Judy was deaf because she forgot to open her mouth when she pressed the detonator, and Holly was unable to walk quickly due to the bouncing of her calf.

To be honest, in terms of the current combat environment, even if this group of gentleman policemen who came out of the light curtain of the dome were not injured, they would not necessarily be much more useful than Zhu Han, who failed to train, and once the British began to pay attention to those white people with pure accents, the space left for them to move would shrink.

The group of gentleman policemen carried a seven-seater police car and two motorcycle police cars, and the Ford Transit police car was "hidden" by the FSB's Maozi after they briefly disengaged from contact with the British, well, by sinking into the lake, burying it, and burning it.

Of course, since there are no large tools, you don't expect them to be able to break them apart, just to reduce the size to be easier to handle. Fortunately, it is raining here, and we can only hope that the rain will wash away the traces that might leak secrets.

After losing modern means of transport, Ivanovich and his team were quickly glued to the pursuing British, and with their powerful burst firepower, they could barely maintain this position at the moment.

However, the ammunition will be reduced and shortened, and if there is no support, the GG may be sooner or later. In fact, before the ammunition ran out, the Maozi were a little unable to bear it, and they were chased along the way, and everyone was a little physically exhausted.

"Have you contacted those sissies in the X Bureau?" Ivanovich asked Anton anxiously.

Ivanovic, who always thought that he was the one who was responsible for the middle X game, could only pin his hopes on those sissies in his mouth at this time.

Unfortunately, what Ivanovich saw in the eyes of communications expert Anton was despair, and perhaps they would soon be able to use the glorious bullet that they had been clamoring for to sound.

"This is the Green Paint Zone Command Center, call all combat units on the British Isles, please answer if you receive it." Just as Anton showed Ivanovich the headset with only the sizzling sound of electricity, suddenly there was a sound inside.

In the green paint area, the superior appointed by the "director team" to them was actually contacted at this time!

"This is the 13th anti-terrorist detachment of the Federal Security Service, received an answer." Ivanovich said anxiously.

"This is the Green Paint Zone Commander, reporting on your situation." After receiving the signal from the British Isles, Zhao Yi immediately took over the station.

"Sir, I've finally got in touch with you, we have wounded, and we have been glued by the British." Ivanovich said.

"Well, the British have declared war on us, and the communication will be restored, this is all an old routine played by the 'director team'." In addition to the hatred in Zhao Yi's tone, he was more helpless about the old routine of the "director team".

The "director's team" restored not only radio communications near the island of Great Britain, but also the operation of the global positioning system in the area.

"Then you will retreat in the direction of Bristol, where our navy will meet you." Soon the Ministry of Communications marked Ivanovic's current location – a place between Oxford and Bristol, close to the famous Stonehenge.

Obviously, the green paint area has also made contact with the Virginia-class nuclear submarine lurking in the waters near Swansea, otherwise Zhao Yi would definitely not have the strength to complain about the old routine of the "director team".

"Sir, the British are playing a wheel war with us, and the man is sticking it up one by one, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold out to the beach." If he hadn't really fallen into a desperate situation, Ivanovic's character has always been a tough guy, Mao Zi would not easily say such a thing.

"Record their coordinates and later the Navy will tell them that numbers are not an advantage in our eyes." Zhao Yi used this very pretending method to cheer up the almost exhausted teammate in front of him.

"Oh, I almost forgot, how close is the nearest British army to you now?" Zhao Yi suddenly had a bold idea.

"Sir, the nearest British police and army squad is about fifty meters to our left. However, you can rest assured that as long as the problem of the opponent's constant reinforcements is solved, we can easily eliminate them. Ivanovic said.

"Fifty meters? Well, I guess that's enough for your voice. Zhao Yi said to himself.

"That's right, before the arrival of naval support, you can organize people to sing some Russian folk songs." Zhao Yi continued.

"What? Sir, please repeat your order? Although he was certain that he was a Chinese before he obtained this body, Ivanovic was still worried that his Chinese was not good.

"Organize people to sing some Russian folk songs, well, forget it, as long as it's a Russian song, make the scene a little more tragic, like a farewell, you know what I mean?" Zhao Yi said.

I really don't understand what you mean, didn't you mean that the support of the Navy was coming, why did you make a tragic scene of generous death, Ivanovich thought to himself.

Your uncle, we can't carry this pot by ourselves, we resist the pressure, you want to occupy the territory happily in the Black Sea and the Baltic Sea, right, how can there be such a good and cheap thing? Zhao Yiyi is planning to push the polar bear again.