The fight ended in an instant, and Oldman, who had used Jiu-Jitsu and Aikido's anti-joint countermeasures, lost consciousness under the lightning-fast punch of that enemy, and his only thought before sinking into the darkness was, "FUCK!"

Bo Fu picked up the unconscious fashionable infiltrator and threw the guy to the other mercenaries who rushed in: "Find a place to lock it up first, remember to give him a trick." Then Bo Fu walked back slowly to get ready for bed.

On the other side, with the help of this riot, Neiying in the base finally found an opportunity to let the two foxes sneak in - he turned the direction of the searchlight, although he was soon asked to turn back, but in this short ten seconds, the water fox and the ghost fox had already completed the infiltration work. They immediately hid under the turf of the heavy truck, hung themselves up, and waited quietly for the truck to start back after dawn.

At 10:30 a.m., the truck convoy had already started and rushed out, heading towards the internal base. At this time, Bo Fu also yawned and walked into a small private room - there was a metal chair inside, and the smelly Oldman was handcuffed by the metal cuffs and roasted on it, and there were already several high-ranking mercenaries on the side, asking questions. Oldman's mouth is very solid, he just doesn't say it - anyway, for the sake of the principle of dividing cells, if there is a basket, the Eu-Sax Federation will definitely not recognize the existence of such an organization.

Although this guy stinks, that doesn't stop the group of mercenaries from fighting this guy for interrogation, so what Bo Fu sees now is a guy with a swollen head and a bloody face slumped in a chair. Although these high-ranking mercenaries are of the same level as Bo Fu in this base, there is no doubt that none of them are interrogators—such masters are usually official figures. I saw the man who had seized him come in. A couple of mercenaries came up and whispered to Bo Fu about the questions they'd asked so far.

Very abbreviated" without a name. No identity. I don't know how he came to be, the only thing I can confirm is his gender?" Bo Fu snorted, and then on the table next to him lay out Oldman's confiscated equipment. "I don't remember seeing much of this kind of pistol? Glock, this guy is really fashionable! This is body armor, it's better than what we can buy from the arms dealers, and those undisciplined guys dare to sell equipment that is in active service and even in development, but even then they don't have this kind of good goods? This water is very deep, everyone. And this small communication device, I think it's better for us to get this done quickly. Let's not admit it. "Bo Fu is also a high-ranking officer in this base, and the other high-ranking mercenaries in the room are not stupid, seeing this pile of things on the table, they naturally know that the water on this caught guy is very deep, but out of damn curiosity, they always want to know who sent this guy.

"Alright! I don't think we need to get into more trouble with our curiosity! What's going on in the core base? Who sent this man? What does he want to do? I don't want to know at all! I guess you'd better not know about it! Okay. Let me fix this!" Birfu said bluntly to his colleague, then he picked up Glock on the table, pulled it open and examined it, walked over to Oldman, and pulled the trigger on his head.

The sound of the gunfire was a bit dull, but the small room was noticeably amplified, and the .45ACP bullet fired from the mufflerless pistol punched a large hole in Oldman's head, and half of the head exited the bullet as if it had exploded, squirting brains and blood and skull fragments to the ground. "Alright, that's the problem! Get two guys to get this guy out there and feed the wild, we've never seen this guy here. His equipment," Bo Fu looked at the faces of his colleagues. "As the guy who caught this guy, I took his pistol as a trophy. You can divide the rest of the things however you want. "Finished. Bo Fu turned his gun and left the room.

Not long after leaving the room, this guy received a communication: "Damn it! Didn't I take a break at this time? Why did you just ask me to deal with the matter about the truck convoy breaking down? I asked for overtime pay!" Then the guy called two low-level mercenaries and drove a jeep in the direction the truck left.

After about twenty minutes of driving, I saw a long line of trucks parked on the road in the distance, unable to move. As hell as hell, the second and fourteenth vehicles of the convoy broke down at the same time, blocking the convoy and it took time to repair it, so the commander of the convoy had to notify the base and ask them to send some maintenance technicians. Berfu was the first to arrive, his jeep followed by a truck with several maintenance technicians and some spare parts. Soon the technicians came to a conclusion, "It will take at least an hour or so to fix it." "The mechanics were engaged in intense repairs, and the driver and the mercenaries who escorted the car were there to help—they all wanted to go back to rest early. Bo Fu chatted with the commander of the convoy in a hitch, spinning the loot he had just arrived, the Glock pistol. The two men were talking as they walked along the side of the convoy, and when they reached one of them, a smile appeared on Bo Fu's face.

He kicked the half-man-tall tire of the truck, and then Glock aimed it at the body and shot him, and the commander thought that Bo Fu had suddenly gone crazy and wanted to hold him, but suddenly found a person falling from under the car with a "plop".

The bullet from Bo Fu broke the hook of the ghost fox, and then ricocheted his head, causing the guy to suffer a concussion in addition to a bloody streak on his head, and he fell to the ground in a state of stupor. After discovering this, several mercenaries quickly climbed under the car and pulled out the ghost fox, which was still a little drowsy. Then the commander of the convoy also shouted an order for everyone to check the chassis of all the trucks at once - and the water fox was pulled out from under the car like a rat in a trap by a dozen assault rifles. The two of them were quickly stripped of only a pair of trousers, and all the equipment on their bodies was searched. Fortunately, they had dog tags around their necks, so the mercenaries were able to obtain the identities of the two men very easily. "The only thing that can be confirmed is that they are soldiers sent by the Osama Federation, but if the two of them infiltrate like this, they must be part of some special forces. I think we need to report it to our superiors. The commander of the convoy took out the radio and started contacting, and Bo Fu circled around the two guys a few times. "You're really unlucky!" There is no expression on the faces of the ghost fox and the water fox (to be continued......)