When Leo's consciousness re-emerged, Rob's groan was heard dimly.
"... Are you okay?" he asked hard.
"... Not so good, I think," came the answer from the front row with a breath of air, and the voice was dry like a rock rubbing against the gravel, "I was shot... That shot penetrated Mann and the bullet got stuck in mine. In my shoulder blades, my face is full of his flesh and blood... The son of a bitch, they killed him! He was talking to me a second ago, but now there are only two-thirds of his head left! These bitches, dogs Mother, scumbag who should go to hell! I'm going to blow their heads! Oh, Fuck, Fuck... "Rob repeated the last word hysterically.
"Calm down, Rob! Calm down..." Leo yelled, both to Rob and himself. He tried his best not to touch the thought that came up in his mind at this moment: Man died because of him! Had it not been for his painful wounds from driving for a long time, Mann would not have swapped places with him. This shot was supposed to be him, not the black boy who walked out of the slum and was dreaming of reaching his goal in life! This idea was suppressed and crushed hard by him. The time now is too precious to waste a second on guilt!
"Can you still move, Rob?"
"Except for the left arm and shoulder, everything else should be fine... But the door is stuck."
Leo resisted the dizziness in his brain, pushed open the rear door and got out of the car, picked up an iron bar from the ground and smashed the right front window glass, and pulled out Robra who was pressing under the body of Maine. His left shoulder was drooping like a stream of blood, his upper left body was full of blood and flesh foam, and several openings were cut on his face by splashes of bone fragments.
"Call for support! This warehouse should have a back door. You should go out from the back door immediately and find a hidden place to stop the bleeding!" Leo pulled out the Glock 18, using the body as a cover, and pointed his gun at the knocked-out wall of the warehouse. Big hole. The bright light there was suddenly obliquely obscured by shadows, and it was obvious that someone was hiding behind the wall.
"Let's go together!" Rob said, covering the bleeding wound on his brow bone.
Leo caught a glimpse of the gun in the hands of the silhouette of the cave and fired it without hesitation. The opponent immediately went into the barrel and fired. The bullets poured out without hesitation, and the steel body of the Chevrolet Suburban banged loudly. Pits. Leo lowered his head and hid his whole body in the car, and whispered: "I'll cover you! Hurry up!" Taking advantage of the other side's bullet shot, he stretched out half of his face and raised the gun to shoot, and the bullet hit the concrete wall. Sparks shot up, and the figure immediately retracted behind the wall. "Go!" He shouted at Rob, who was still hesitant.
Rob gritted his teeth and drew out all the spare magazines he had on him and placed it at Leo's feet. Then he disappeared into a gap in a pile of containers with his waist.
A box of bullets emptied quickly, Leo pressed the magazine with his thumb and replaced it with a new one in the blink of an eye with his left hand. The rate of fire in his right hand did not stagnate at all. After lighting up another box, he estimated that Rob should have been out of the warehouse, so he no longer used blind shooting as a fire cover, turned back and hid in the car and reloaded, inserted the only two spare magazines around his waist, and then held his breath. Listening to the surrounding movement.
Sweat wetted his forehead, filled his back, wet the bandage, and the wound was painful like a knife cut. I don't know if it was because of the salt soaking or was torn again by rough movements. Leo squatted with his back against the body, panting silently, tensing his nerves and listening to the subtle footsteps from far to near, while estimating the direction and distance in his mind...
Ten seconds later, he took out a miniature grenade from the small bag on the waist side of the black combat uniform. This is an offensive grenade with a killing radius of only about 5 meters. It does not produce metal shrapnel when it explodes. It mainly wounds people by shock waves. He pressed the fuse with a tiger’s mouth, pulled out the tab, then released the fuse, and then threw it out after three silent counts in his heart—
As soon as the deafening explosion disappeared, Leo bounced from behind the car, bent over and dived into the depths of the warehouse, swiftly shuttled through the mess, and ran towards a rusty iron door in a dark corner.
Rob left a gap for him after breaking the door lock and the iron chain that tied the door. The sunlight outside the house shines brightly through the gap, like a long and narrow ladder leading to safety and freedom. His heartbeat speeded up involuntarily, and he stretched out his fingers towards the iron gate in front of him—
A strong wind hit behind him, Leo was shocked, and quickly flashed sideways. The iron frame that was toppled down immediately smashed down, and the back door of the warehouse that was about to be opened was dead in the bang.
There is an ambush! I wish Rob had already run away... This idea flashed across Leo's mind for an instant.
A figure appeared in the dust flying all over the sky, and his swift and violent legs hit his temples, horribly powerful enough to kick a hard skull. Leo reacted right in an instant, leaning back to avoid the blow, but inevitably affected the wound. The sharp pain caused a slight pause in his body movement.
This subtle flaw was an opportunity for the attacker to use it freely. His legs kept spinning around with a whip, kicking hard on the wound on Leo's back.
The sharp pain forced a muffled cry from Leo's throat, staggering forward and almost falling down. The assailant gave him no time to calm down, and then slammed a punch to his jaw. The piercing pain was like filling the blood with a steel needle piercing the brain. While Leo sprayed bleeding water and a broken tooth, the sound of bones cracking seemed to be heard in the cochlea. In the next punch, his entire body muscles convulsed. His stomach bag seemed to be smashed and pierced by his fist. The whole body was stretched into a bow due to the nerve reflex caused by the severe pain. It was stiff like a stone for a moment, and then he fell heavily. land.
Stormy fists and feet fell on Leo, his thoughts were completely swallowed by the pain, he could only instinctively hug his head with his hands and curl his body tightly into a ball, protect the vital parts, and use the smallest possible force area. Fight against the overwhelming violence.
The attacker finally stopped and took a breath, knowing that the pain had filled the opponent's nervous system, and in a short time he could not get up to fight back. Lifting his right leg to step on Leo’s wound and bleeding back waist, he smashed it maliciously, enjoying the violent shaking and retching of his body under his feet, he stretched out his hand to tear off his headgear, and laughed in excitement: "Ha, very Does it hurt? It hurts! It's boring to hold back like this. Didn't you put me on a wanted order? I'm right here, come catch me, handcuff me, come on!"
"Fuck, I was almost deaf! Damn it!" Another big black man slapped his left ear with his palm, and walked a little staggeringly. There were wounds all over his body, especially on the back—it looked scary, but actually hurt. It is not too serious, and the blood flow is not too much. When the mini grenade exploded, he chose the safest posture very promptly and professionally, protecting his head, chest and abdomen and other key parts. The numerous wounds on the back are mainly because seven and eight pieces of scrap iron were exploded by the shock wave and pierced into the flesh. Some debris even penetrated deep into the body. It is difficult to remove all of them even if an operation is performed.
This tall and muscular black man in his thirties cursed his left hand to the back of his shoulder, inhaled with reluctance, pulled out a bloody screw, and threw it on the ground with his right hand on top of the barrel of the M468 carbine. The back of the federal agent's head: "Because of you, I won't be able to fly in civil aviation for the rest of my life! In return, I will give you a 6.8×43mm bullet, no thanks!"
"It's too cheap for him!" Ellen punched his barrel crooked, "and, now is my time-you didn't hit the shot just now, didn't you, Cavalry."
The big black man known as the "cavalry" exclaimed angrily: "I was hit! Who knew they would suddenly exchange seats before!"
"Anyway, you didn't determine the target again. It's not my fault. Don't forget the rules of the game. If you miss a hit, you have to change." Elan said.
The cavalry grinds the back molars and spit out extremely unwillingly, and finally retracted the barrel, "Well, now he is yours, the devil. Let me see something interesting, don't kill people with two or three punches. Now, although you are the best at that."
Ellen raised his army boots a bit, stepped on them violently, and laughed wildly in the painful convulsions of the federal agents: "No problem, this time I will think of a very, very interesting idea to be worthy of such a fierce prey! But now, we have to leave first. Did you hear the howling of police cars a few blocks away. I don't want to be blocked by the FBI commando in this broken warehouse."
"Get him back." The cavalry slammed Leo's butt on the back of the neck. Ellen leaned over and picked up the black-haired agent who had fallen into a coma, and threw it over his shoulders like a sack. The two left the dark space still filled with gunpowder, dust and blood through the big hole in the wall that Chevrolet knocked out.
Nearly 20 minutes later, twelve police cars screamed with stern whistle. Wearing urban combat uniforms and body armor, FBI commandos armed with submachine guns jumped out of the car, and surrounded the silence like an enemy. Abandoned warehouse.
After the restricted area enclosed by the police, an ordinary black Ford drove slowly and stopped by an old building 100 meters away. The man in the driver's seat was wearing a dark gray hooded sports suit, with a slightly fat hat buttoned his head and upper half of his face, making his brows fall into an obscure shadow.
He took out his cell phone and dialed a number. After the eight bells rang, the other party connected, and he lowered his voice and said, "Blue Star Tarantula, an old friend I have never met, you have business again... I need an accurate location for a person, south of Chicago, Englewood District, An old warehouse with a sign of “Reano Scrap Steel Recycling and Processing Factory”. He should have been hijacked by two men. The vehicle may be a water silver Land Rover Aurora. The time was about 20 minutes ago... Oh, don’t Come this set! I know that you made a move two years ago when you helped DHS (Department of Homeland Security) to upgrade the'Homeland Safety Net.' In Cobweb, isn’t it... Don’t say anything, you’ve destroyed it, do you want me to believe that a top three super hacker in the world will not leave a backdoor on the program he handles? This is urgent, yes, very Urgent, move all the lists in your hand back, I don’t care which way they are on, and all of them have to make way for me first... Okay, let's make a price, as much as you say... OK! It will happen tomorrow. Enter your account. But I want you to come up with the fastest speed and wait for your reply." He hung up the call, put his phone within reach, and then squeezed the steering wheel and waited anxiously and patiently.
Five or six minutes later, the phone rang again. He started the car when he heard a string of addresses, and instantly disappeared into the slumping streets and the tumultuous flow of people. The location of the tracked person is moving, but it doesn't matter, this is a public place under the control of the state machine, and the eyes of surveillance are everywhere.
(Note: For the story of the hacker Blue Star and his troublesome blond handsome guy, see "Spider" for details.)
When the trance consciousness began to condense, Leo felt like he had been pried out of the solidified cement slurry, dizziness and nausea firmly entrenched in his brain, and the pain from all parts of the wound bit his nerves again, clearly reminding This is about his current situation as a captive.
He found himself lying on his side on the cold concrete floor. He was tied up with paratrooper ropes, using military methods. The shoulders, arms, chest and hips were tightly tied with ropes, and the tips of the fingers behind his back could not be used. There is no possibility of breaking free by touching each other. The rough rope even strangled his hips, hooping the full shape of the gluteus maximus behind him. Once he struggled a little, he could feel the pain of being rubbed by the thick rope in his private parts.
Damn it! Leo cursed in his heart, maintaining a comatose posture, slightly raised his eyelids and peered at the two sturdy men in front of him.
The cavalry was sitting on a chair without a backrest, and was using a MOD trident folding knife to cut open the long-sleeved T-shirt, revealing a dark, muscular but riddled body. He gritted his teeth and used the tip of a knife to remove embedded flesh and blood. Foreign body. Each piece of iron fragment was picked out of the muscle, and when it fell on the floor, it made a soft noise. The big black man did not groan from beginning to end, but kept breathing cold.
From the angle above, Leo can clearly see that there are two tattoos on his muscular arms. The upper left arm is a sword with two wings. The tips of the wings are raised and held up. A skull without a lower jaw, and under the tip of the sword is a shield with diagonal lightning bolts. There is a ribbon tattooed on the upper right arm, and in the middle is a line of blood words: "Rangers Lead The Way".
—This guy is probably a retired soldier of the "Rangers"! As an elite second only to the Delta and Army Special Forces, it is no wonder that he has such a professional sniper ability. It seems that the planting this time is not an injustice, and Leo smiled bitterly in his heart.
"You look like a piece of Swiss cheese full of holes." Elan joked while leaning against the wall with his arms folded.
After the cavalry had dealt with the wound he could get, he shook his wrist, and the trident folding knife with a serrated blade shot through the air and plunged into the wall against his face. "If you have time to talk nonsense, why don't you come and pick me up."
Ellen pulled out the knife without changing his face, walked behind him, and picked out the pieces of iron that had penetrated into the muscle layer with the sharp point of the knife.
The cavalry no longer forbeared, and grinned, "Can you be a bit more accurate? Fuck, it's cheese cutting! You kid fucking deliberately, take revenge on the last time I snapped your crooked bones and reconnected them." Come on? Hiss—Fuck you, devil!"
"If the cursive pain relief method is effective, I don't mind you wasting more saliva." Ellen gloated with a knife on his back.
"Asshole, I'm going to insert the '50' light barrel into your asshole!" The cavalry threatened with a hoarse voice, but the body under the opponent's knife didn't dare to move.
Ellen retorted unceremoniously: "Keep your beloved Barrett M82A1 for masturbation, don't forget to put a condom on the barrel, you gun fanatic!"
(Note: "Light 50" is the nickname of the Barrett M82 sniper rifle in the US military)
In response to him, the cavalry was even more rude and vulgar.
After ten minutes, all the iron pieces that could be seen by the naked eye were cleaned up, and some were too deep or too broken, and it would be difficult to completely remove them even if they were operated on. Just like the cavalry himself said, he only needs to enter the airport as soon as he enters the airport. At the security gate, the alarm will keep ringing. Even if he conceals his identity as a retired soldier, he will inevitably be scrutinized again and again. For the cavalry with the case, it is a complete goodbye to the civil aviation plane.
Ellen patted the cavalry on the shoulder sympathetically, and snorted with such force, "Go to the top floor, I will help you put some styptic powder on the big wound, and get a TIG injection by the way. protein)."
"What about this note?" The cavalry lifted his chin toward Leo, who fell on the floor.
Ellen sneered and said: "I was so beaten by me. If ordinary people have died long ago, he has been trained and only has half his life left, so it's okay to leave it here."
Out of the caution honed on the battlefield, the cavalry got up, tied Leo's legs with a paratrooper rope a few more times, folded his ankles behind him, hung it 30 cm away from his wrist, and then picked up a bag on the ground— It contained weapons and equipment found from Leo, and mobile phone communication equipment had already been smashed—and left the room with Ellen.
After the door closed heavily, Leo opened his eyes. Now is a rare opportunity. He must break free from the shackles and escape the building before the two return.
Moving his limbs with difficulty, he tried to reach his trouser legs with his fingers-in order to prevent weapons from hiding in the heel of his shoes, the "warrior" combat boots on his feet had been taken off by the cavalry. Fortunately, since the attack, he no longer wears a tight-fitting suit and replaced it with a black CQB combat uniform produced by Black Hawk. He sewed a piece of polished obsidian on the edge of the trouser legs of his combat pants, which was 10 times sharper than an alloy steel knife and could not be detected by metal detection equipment.
Fingertips were getting closer and closer to the trouser legs, and he felt the wound on his back looked like a crumpled rag, which was tightened again at this moment, and the pain made his eyes black and cold sweat. "Hold it, Leo, hold it back, you can do it..." He murmured to himself, arching backwards hard, his right hand fingers buckled into his trousers leg and violently tugged, pinching the life-saving blade .
The taut body suddenly loosened, as if to unload a huge burden, he was panting with big mouths, and the dripping sweat imprinted a clear human figure on the concrete floor.
It hurts too much! Torn wounds, and broken bones. There is definitely a fracture on the face. The pain in the left lower rib is unbearable. One or two ribs may have been broken. I hope not to penetrate the internal organs and cause hemorrhage. , All internal organs will be displaced. At this moment, he felt like a torn doll, stitched together with coarse thread, as long as he exerted a little force, he was in danger of falling apart.
But he can't sit still.
Even if he was seriously injured and died due to excessive actions, he would never allow himself to die humiliatingly at the feet of the enemy.
The obsidian blade tried hard to cut the tough nine-core paratrooper rope, Leo Mo's blue eyes were dimmed by the severe pain, but from the very depths, there was a glimmer that could never be extinguished.
The tightness on his back suddenly loosened, and he knew that a piece of rope had been cut. Gasping and accumulating meagre physical strength, he started to cut another section with his slightly movable right hand.
The squeeze on the limit of physical stamina continued for nearly twenty minutes, and when he got rid of the restraints completely, he was so tired that he didn't even want to move the tip of his fingers. The injured body clamored for rest, but his will stubbornly resisted it. Leo kept breathing deeply, counting seconds like a knocked-out player in a boxing ring. Before the 10th second came, he supported it with both hands. Standing on the ground, slowly stood up.
Touching his left rib with the palm of his hand, he found that the fracture was not too serious. Leo breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up his combat boots from the corner and put on them. He stepped forward and opened the thick wooden door. He staggered out of the cement smear. Simple and empty room.