At eleven o'clock in the evening, the lights in front of the barracks were bright, and several searchlights illuminated the place as if it were daytime, and the heavy trucks that meandered along the way also turned on their bright lights, which looked like a huge multi-legged centipede crawling down the road. The first to enter the barracks were six trucks carrying T72 tanks, and according to the instructions given to the mercenaries in advance by Bo Fu, the mercenaries in charge of traffic control brought the trucks to the warehouse, which had already been prepared. The mercenaries, who were dozing off or smoking and chatting in the truck, opened the tank hatch, jumped in, started the tank, and drove into the warehouse. Then there were the trucks carrying the BMP, which also unloaded the infantry fighting vehicles in front of another warehouse, and the last one was four heavy-duty trucks with equipment and accessories for the maintenance of tanks and infantry fighting vehicles. The four trucks were directed directly into a large warehouse, while several mercenaries drove forklifts to help unload the trucks.

At the end of the day, the sixteen large trucks were parked in the open space of the base, and the drivers and the mercenaries who escorted them were to return after a night's rest in the base, and the tanks and infantry fighting vehicles that had been sent were also parked in the storeroom, and the mercenaries who drove them were to be assigned to their barracks to sleep after washing. At one o'clock in the evening, Bo Fu finally got the right to change shifts - as a reward for working overtime, he would be given rest from the second to the third day.

But this break was a dream after all - at one o'clock in the night, two special forces intruders, codenamed Water Fox and Ghost Fox, had been lurking outside the barbed wire fence of the base for two hours. There will be a chance for them to find an infiltration, and then they will use the trucks parked in the base to get to the base in the core, and eventually try to destroy the "metal gear".

But in fact, it wasn't just the two of them who invaded - as a peripheral base with an airfield. Beta 3 is seen as an obvious weakness that can be exploited by those who have a heart. It's not just the elite soldiers of the Foxhound unit with the fox code name who have taken a fancy to this base. There are also some more mysterious institutions. The Osa Federal Bureau of Tobacco, Alcohol and Firearms has a department called the Third Department, which is theoretically a department dedicated to logistics procurement - buying some furniture, chairs, toilet paper and the like, and they also have a team called the Third Procurement Section under their organization. Usually, the president-appointed director of the bureau does not know the details of the department, and only the executive deputy director and some leaders who are qualified to know the department will secretly call the section the "third echelon" or "division cell".

There was now a black-covered guy directly north of the base, and his stuff was noticeably more advanced than the two fox codenames - it was manifested in the fact that he gently covered his ears with the palm of his left hand, and then talked to somewhere as if he were talking to a place like a daily conversation, which was much more fashionable than the brick-sized devices of the same type that the two foxes carried around their waists. "The cells are ready. These were the words spoken softly by this black fellow.

Humming a little tune, he poured a can of beer into his mouth, and at the same time clutched a Thuringian sausage from the kitchen for supper—at this point he was too sleepy. I don't want to sleep yet. The guy roamed around the base without sleep, and the cool wind of the night was so comfortable that he had already drunk four beers and nibbled on three sausages. After taking a few sips of the last can of beer, and then shoved the sausage into his mouth and chewed it, Bo Fu finally felt a little sleepy, but before returning to his room, he still had something to do - the guy hummed a little song and walked to a large rock above the ground near the barbed wire fence at the base, and then enjoyed the cool breeze blowing from his back, and took out his own guy to prepare to release the water. The wind stirs the water column. Blowing the powerful water farther away, Bo Fu smiled wickedly as he landed—he heard a silent curse from someone's heart......

It is the power to infiltrate secretly. Gary Oldman has been in the Third Procurement Section, or Third Division, for more than five years. He had carried out no less than twenty infiltration missions, and eliminated dozens of incidents involving the safety of the Eu-Saxon Federation in silence, but he had never seen such a thing - lurking in the tall grass waiting for the invasion, but a mercenary climbed to a high place to pee, and it was just a matter of peeing, this guy's sphincter muscles were so strong, and the water from the urine actually flew so far away by the wind that it drenched Gary Oldman, who was five meters away. "Damn it, fill yourself with beer!" Gary Oldman's calm mind flew to Java as he smelled beer-scented urine coming down his head, and he wanted to jump up and blast the damn bastard's lower body with a little four or five - but he controlled his actions with great willpower.

As a superhuman wild animal with mental induction, Bo Fu had already sensed the brain wave here, the calm and gentle brain wave, and knew that there was a scheming guy lurking here, so Bo Fu very simply asked him to drink some golden water. Bo Fu then crumpled the beer can that he was still holding in his hand, stuffed the second brother into his pants, and threw the ball of metal leather on Gary Oldman's head with a pitching motion, which surprised the guy and made him know - "Damn!

It's no coincidence, Gary Oldman knows, for in the bright moonlight he could clearly see the mocking smile on the damn bastard's face—just after the beer can was thrown over his head......... Almost immediately, Oldman pulled out his Glock pistol with a silencer already in place - these people are always looking for fashion... Then he aimed at Bo Fu's heart and head and prepared for a triangular shot - although he really wanted to shoot this guy in the crotch first.

As he was about to shoot, the man on the stone suddenly disappeared, and Oldman lowered the muzzle of the gun for the first time, because his target had rolled down the stone very skillfully in such a short time, making a lying position to shoot - of course, Birf's M1911 had already been pulled out.

Burfu fired first, and the bullet hit Oldman in the chest accurately - Oldman was kneeling and aiming at Burghu, and he opened fire at almost the same moment. The bullet that hit Oldman slipped to the ground, and as a sleek Splinter Cell, he was wearing an advanced Kevlar body armor with ceramic inserts, all of which were lab products. And Bo Fu is a camouflage uniform and a stretch cotton vest. But Oldman didn't hit either, and Bolt Fu rolled with an inhuman dexterity to dodge Oldman's shot. And Oldman knew from the moment he saw Bethfu shoot, that his infiltration mission today had been a complete failure - it was time to quickly retreat and wait for the moment..........

The guy quickly retreated with a peculiar backward movement, and the clothes on his body also produced some different patterns - specially designed disposable paint with voltage discoloration made Oldman's figure confused with the color of the background at once, and if it was an ordinary soldier, his movements would not be noticeable at all. But this is of little use to Bo Fu - the psychic power does not need to be tracked by the naked eye, and Oldman's mental power is not enough for him to sense himself and learn how to use various psychic powers. Bolt quickly flipped over the barbed wire - the speed of his movements was such that Oldman simply couldn't aim at Bolt Charm in time to fire as he retreated. And the other mercenaries in the base also heard the gunshots and began to run towards here.

Boldman's movements were similar to those of wild animals, running and pounced so fast that he almost instantly distanced himself to within two meters of Oldman - Oldman's pistol was almost useless, and if he turned his wrist to aim and shoot, it would take him enough time for Oldman to wriggle him to the ground. So he quickly approached Bo Fu as well, preparing to use the tactics of one-hit defeat to deal with the hateful mercenary. (To be continued......)

PS: If someone dies again, then MKIII is about to be staged.