Many people may never realize that the snow-capped mountains at night are more beautiful than what they see during the day.

Unless, it's a prison.

The main part of the prison for felons is inside the mountain, with buildings at the foot of the mountain, a small part of the small sports field for prisoners to ventilate, most of the prison guards' residences, and strong fortifications.

The searchlight scans back and forth, and there are almost no dead spots.

The only flaw that is not a flaw is the mountain itself, the reason why it is not a flaw is because there is a permanent light post at the top of the mountain, and it is said to be a flaw because it exists in isolation hundreds of meters from the foot of the mountain.

The two searchlights on the mountain scanned back and forth, but fortunately, it was June, and the snow on the sunny side of the mountain had long since melted, and Ryan followed the designed route, bending over and running up quickly.

The sloping mountain exerts almost zero physical exertion on him, and he can move faster than many people can climb normally.

After a while, he came closer, his body hidden behind a boulder.

There were a lot of footprints in the snow ahead, and that was the patrol point.

After a while, footsteps sounded.

Ryan pulled out two daggers to the left and right of his thighs, his eyes piercing the bushes, his muscles tensed and he was ready.

Three people appeared in a column.

The distance quickly narrowed, and when the first person invaded within two meters of Ryan's body, he suddenly moved, and his body rushed out as if he had lost a rabbit.

When the three of them turned their heads at the voice, Ryan's first dagger had been plunged into the throat of the first man with incredible precision.

Turning sideways, he slumped in front of the second man, and Ryan thrust the second dagger into his neck as he stared at him before he finished focusing, pushing him down the wall.

The third person was exposed, and finally reacted, raising the gun in an instant, and at the same time opening his mouth wide open and ready to shout.

Ryan even saw the dangling little tongue in his throat.

But the next moment, Ryan came first with an extraordinary speed, and the moment the knife fell, not only tore his throat, but also broke his cervical vertebrae.

The man flew backwards, and Ryan grabbed him by his clothes and threw him into the corner, hiding himself in it.

Two lights swept in quickly, and at the last moment, Ryan dragged back the first person to kill.

In the blind corner of the light, Ryan pulled out his dagger, sniffed it to the tip of his nose, and then immediately frowned.

It wasn't like he hadn't been exposed to blood before, but the smell was still very normal at that time.

But now it's different, and it seems to have suddenly turned into a drink with a sweet and umami taste.

The reason why it is said to be a drink is because people are not seduced by a certain drink within the normal range to drink it, let alone die if they do not drink it.

The same goes for Ryan.

Cleaning the dagger clean, Ryan picked the largest of them all, stripped him of his clothes and put it on himself.

Naturally, there are costumes, weapons and everything.

After the disguise, he swaggered into the range of the searchlight and ascended the watchtower.

"Why are you not patrolling?" Russian came.

"I'm tired." Ryan replied fluently and walked upstairs.

A glance swept away, and there were only two people, sitting at the table, and wine and meat were placed on the table.

One of them poured a glass of wine and put it on the table, saying, "Come on, drink it, and keep patrolling, and don't forget that you have lost a whole night's rest!" ”

Ryan looked at it again and saw a scattered deck of playing cards in the corner.

At this point, Ryan was roughly sure that he seemed to be overestimating the strength of the defenses here.

Even the best fortifications need to be involved to be effective, and the situation inside the watchtower basically shows that the guards here are really vigilant.

Even now, neither of them looked up at him.

Ryan took a sip of his glass, then placed his hands on their shoulders.

At this time, they finally raised their heads in dissatisfaction.

However, before the two of them could see the truth, Ryan's hands instantly erupted with a strong electric current.

Three seconds later, Ryan: "Sharon, the watchtower is empty, and I've planted the bomb." ”

"Understood."

"Be careful, I don't want to be killed by my own people."

"Of course, I was careful to hold the remote control."

Approaching the watchout window of the watchtower, Ryan took a closer look at the prison below, and after making sure it was correct with the map, he turned and went downstairs.

Ten minutes later.

Ryan enters the prison perimeter and manages to infiltrate a patrol.

"Hey, Captain, I see you, is that part of the plan?" Sharon's deep voice came from the headphones, and from the analysis of her tone, she was shocked.

Ryan was also shocked.

At first, he secretly dragged the last person in the line to the corner and killed, hoping that after the other party found out, he would take advantage of the fleeting opportunity to rush into the blind corner in front of him, and then wait until the crowd gathered, and touch the main body of the prison in the mountain in the chaos.

But as a result, the other party came back in a circle, and he didn't find that there was no one missing from the team at all.

In this way, it was naturally impossible for him to waste a great opportunity, hide the corpse in the grass, and then directly dodge and follow.

After tailgating around for a while, Ryan finally understood why they didn't notice.

Because this patrol team is on the periphery of the prison, there is no intersection with other teams during the whole process, and they themselves do not look back, so naturally they will not notice.

Half an hour later.

The team finished its patrol and headed for the mountain.

The leader opened the sturdy metal door, and Ryan followed.

Smooth incredible.

After passing through the gates, Ryan saw the layers of cells.

As the patrol continued on, Ryan stopped around a corner and broke away from the group.

"Has the monitoring been modified?"

"Of course, I'll do it the first time you enter the prison limits." An unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out in the communication channel.

Sharon was stunned for a moment: "Captain? ”

"It's a friend."

"Okay."

"Lane, seriously, you look handsome now, better than any agent in any movie I've ever seen!"

"John, show me the way."

"Okay, he's in the eighth cell on the third floor on your left."

Ryan went upstairs, and soon came to the cell door, and opened the small window, only to see a man with an obvious figure, greasy hair, and a full beard sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at an old newspaper in his hand in a daze.

"Open the door."

In the next second, the electronic lock suddenly opened, and Ryan opened the door and quickly dodged in, followed by closing the cell door again.

The man sitting on the edge of the bed stood up and looked at him with great surprise on his face.

Ryan takes off his camouflage jacket, revealing his black combat suit.

"Oh, I see, you're from outside?" The man was stunned, and then quickly said, "Who asked you to come?" The United States, Great Britain, or Russia's old adversary? They asked you to kill me? Or are you here to save me? ”

Ryan approached him.

He clenched his fists: "You'd better stand still." ”

Ryan listened, forcing him all the way to his back against the wall, and his fists never came out.

Looking down at his scruffy face, Ryan whispered, "First, I'll get you out, and you give me the information I want; second, you don't want to say, so I kill you; Third, you committed suicide, and I had to kill you first in order to stop you. Pick one. ”