The Hummer military jeep ignited, started, and reversed after being struck by the sound of a bullet, and it was about to gallop through the encirclement. Gennady, who was sitting on the back seat surrounded by security guards, loosened his extremely tense nerves. He was about to talk, but felt that his mouth was sticky and full of liquid.
He has a single lip, black and red frothy blood, mixed with invisible human tissue fragments, continuously pouring out, and quickly staining the front of his clothes red. There was severe pain in the chest and abdomen, and Gennady was so painful that he wanted to howl, but could only make a "hoho" sound from the broken throat, and his arms scratched helplessly in the air.
The security guard beside him changed his face and immediately checked Gennady's injury. However, he did not have any injuries.
Gennady convulsed a few times in agony at the end, suddenly bowing his head still. The security guard stretched his finger on his neck, frowned and said, "He is dead. The cause of death should be poisoning."
Another security guard was astonished: "Poisoning?" All the food expenses of Gennady and the people and things they touched were under their control. When was it poisoned
"Oyster steak," said the flight attendant, who had been ignored in the corner, and combed her messy temples with her hands. The makeup on her face can't conceal her experience when she looks up close. She is a middle-aged mature woman nearly forty years old. Before the security guard turned her gun, she calmly drew out an ID card with a special logo from the collar: "Clara Mitchell, SRC Strategic Resources Corporation's External Relations Director."
SRC company? In other words, their employer killed the object of protection by himself? The security guards in the back seat were still in shock. The driver looked through the windshield and saw the individual rocket launcher carried on the shoulder of the attacker dozens of meters away. His face suddenly became earthy: Russian-made RPG-29! The U.S. military did not suffer from this thing in Iraq. It can penetrate ordinary main battle tanks, not to mention a mere Hummer. Even if it accelerates at full speed, it can't escape the bones!
The opponent should be a mercenary, and the target is Gennady. These security personnel are just dedicated to their duties. Resistance will inevitably lead to death, and surrender may still have a chance of life. He immediately braked, raised his hands and got out of the cab, shouting: "Gennady is dead! We surrender!"
His voice spread far in the silent wilderness. Although Wolf heard it, he dismissed it with disdain, "Go to hell!" He was about to launch, and there was a sounding voice in the headset: "Wait Wolf, the situation There has been a change."
"...Well, it costs a few hundred dollars for a piercing bullet. One can save one." Wolf twisted his neck, took the bazooka off his muscular shoulder, and held it easily in his hand.
Aurora ran all the way to his companion with a quick tone: "The previous intelligence is wrong! What Gennady participated in the research and development is not a memory chip technology at all, but an airborne electronic warfare system! We touched the military's Class A secret! "
"The intelligence is not provided by SRC? They are not related to the military? What the hell!" Kuai Ke shouted.
The players looked at the captain one after another. On the other side, Gennady's body was also taken out by the security guards and placed on the ground. The captain glanced at the female flight attendant who walked out of the car and sorted out the wrinkles of her clothes, with an imperceptible smile on her mouth.
Clara walked over with more than a dozen gunpoints, with a calm expression, and said, "Hello, Arctic Fox, I am Mitchell, the head of the SRC Strategic Resources Company's External Relations Department. I'm sorry to intervene in your mission, not trust. But your ability is the company's requirement that I must track and monitor the progress of the task throughout the entire process. I am very sorry for the inconvenience this has caused you."
Kuai Ke said in a dubious manner: "One more act! You will be blasted to the sky with that car in a second. How much is your company's pension?"
Clara was not annoyed: "At least enough for my family to spend a lifetime."
"What does the information in Gennady's computer mean? Why use the wrong information to lie to us?" Aurora asked in a cold voice.
Clara smiled, apologizing with indifferent arrogance: "Now that it is held accountable for the misinformation, it will not solve any problems, will it? Gennady is one of the developers of the new electronic warfare system. , But he is also a foreign spy. He must die, and he cannot die in our hands. You have done a good job. However, you have also touched things that must not be touched, and even produced self-employment. Some greed—don’t try to deny it. Gennady’s computer has a monitoring program installed. Once the information is read and copied by unauthorized personnel, it will alert the terminal. I think at this moment, the military’s reinforcements will immediately I'm going to get here."
Fuck! Suddenly, the horse stumbled and forgot to turn off the monitoring program first... Aurora was secretly annoyed.
"You are an employer, we completed the task as agreed, and there was no mistake. You have to be responsible for this and give a proper solution." The captain said in a deep voice.
Clara looked around at the sixteen top international mercenaries present, "Snowfield", "Wolf", "Quicker", "Aurora", "Piranha", "Darius"... everyone They all have their own strengths, and each code name is a legend in the industry. However, the "Arctic Fox" team composed of "Captain" at the core is the real powerful weapon.
It's a pity that nine people were killed in the battle, and a few more broke away, Clara thought regretfully. But it doesn't matter, as long as you keep most of the main players, and then absorb new blood to retrain, an upgraded version of the "Arctic Fox" will rise more aggressively.
"There is only one method, and mutual benefit." Clara smiled and stretched out her right hand to the captain. "Welcome to the SRC Strategic Resources Company. You will get unprecedented resources and guarantees. The era of the mercenary team fighting alone has passed. Nowadays, only by joining a war service company, establishing a management system in accordance with a modern business model, and undertaking external business, can we create greater benefits."
Amidst the players' hesitations and tactics, the captain thought for a long time, and finally stretched out his right hand to meet each other.
Clara's smile expanded into a sweet smile of satisfaction, and was splashed with scarlet color by a string of blood—
The pitch-black blade cut mercilessly from the neck, and with a sharp knife, it cut off the esophagus and trachea in an instant, and death came instantaneously.
Clara couldn't even shake her mind from the shock of death, and her smile was still solidified on her face-the snowfield appeared ghostly sideways from behind the captain, and the blade of blood was dripping between her fingers. The captain seemed to want to say something, but the words and the right to survive were deprived. A few seconds later, he fell to the ground like a tree knocked down by lightning.
"—Snowfield!" Someone roared in anger.
Xueyuan just shook a drop of blood coldly, and thrust the military jackknife back into his waist.
"He is not the captain." In the headsets of the players wearing the communicators, the sound of the killing was calm and clear, with unsuspecting certainty, "Before the explosion, the captain's shoulder blade was pierced by an iron bar, and even if healed, it would leave one behind. The triangle wound, but not on him, only I know about it. All of us hope that the captain is still alive, but hope is not always reality. We have to accept reality."
"Is there any evidence for your so-called reality? Except for what you said without saying?" The piranha tried hard to suppress anger and doubt, and its eyes turned red.
"Think about it, guys, from the death of the'captain' to the present, everything that has happened, interlocking, is to lead us into this predicament that we have to snorted to get rid of. This is a trap, from before the summoning order was issued. , Booby mines have been laid, who is leading us, stepping on minefields one by one? Who is the real convener? Who takes the task? Who made the battle plan? Who promised the solution? You think, if it is true. Captain, without consulting everyone's opinions just now, I can't wait and arbitrarily agree to accept the control of others? Is the captain such a weak and reckless person?"
The final interrogation silenced all the players.
"Maybe you don't know that the IX security company that set up a bureau two years ago to attack us is one of dozens of subsidiaries of SRC Strategic Resources Corporation-this information comes from the FBI and is absolutely true and reliable." Glancing at the black-haired agent next to him. The latter gave him a warning look.
"Then the cause and effect of this incident can be inferred: Two years ago, IX Company tried to absorb the'Arctic Fox'. Perhaps they had contacted the captain in private, but the captain flatly refused. So they thought that as long as the obstacle of the captain was removed. , And then suppress the “Arctic Fox” that was the most popular at the time, we will be trapped in a situation where there is no leader and we have to cling to others. However, no matter how careful planning, we can’t keep up with the ever-changing situation. Just after that attack, IX Company was attacked. The expulsion of many countries in South Africa was too much to take care of, and even less to complete the "polar fox hunting" plan. Two years later, this almost bottomed plan was brought out of the water by someone from the parent company SRC. With this fake'captain', and a series of conspiracies afterwards."
Someone in the SRC company? The team members cast their hostile and murderous gazes at Clara, who was pale and wiped the blood on her face desperately.
"More importantly, the other old injuries on the counterfeit are exactly the same as the captain. What does this mean?" He paused for a while, condensing his voice into a sharp blade: "It means that among the seventeen of us, one of us is acting as a tiger. Betrayer!"
traitor! who is it? The players' hearts shuddered, fingers clenched the handle of the gun.
At this moment, the sound of propellers roared from the sky—the military's reinforcements really came!
The snowy field took the initiative to speak: "Resolve the immediate situation first, and then talk about other things."
As if holding back his breath, Wolf brought up the "mini-gang" rapid-fire machine gun that could be called a powerful fire killer, and shouted at Clara and the invisible shadow of the huge company behind her, "Go to hell." !"
When military helicopters, vehicles, and combat troops arrived, only blasted railroad tracks, empty trains, corpses and messy battle marks were left on the wasteland. "Arctic fox", just like its name, came and went quickly, once again becoming a legend in the world of mercenaries.
On the off-road vehicle that has traveled more than ten kilometers, the survivors of the "Arctic Fox" held their guns and put their teammates on the shoulders, walking silently in the hunting night breeze.
Aurora once again remembered the conversation he had before leaving.
"Come back, kid, I can help you remove the damn shackles." Aurora said in a rare and serious tone, "The broken thing on your ankle, I have found a way to crack the code."
There was a long silence. Beside him, the black-haired agent's cell phone rang in his pocket.
Leo walked a few steps away to answer, then turned back, and said to the final: "A new case has occurred."
"The new serial killer?"
"No... Yes, but it's trickier than that. I'm an imitator."
"Who to imitate?"
"—Imitate you."
He raised his eyebrows, ridiculed at the corners of his mouth, and a cold smile mixed with hatred and pity, and repeated in a low voice: "Imitate me."
"Sorry, Aurora, I will let you down." He said to his former companion on the other side of the communicator. Warrior. However, everyone has their own destiny. Even if you want to stand still, there will be an irresistible force that pulls you and runs in the direction you want to go.
"I have been entangled with that force, it is impossible to separate.
"Then goodbye, my friends."
He tore off the earphones, crushed them with the soles of his shoes, turned his head and said to Leo: "Go, let's go back."
In the apartment, the phalanx had just replaced himself with a new bandage when the door was knocked.
He pulled out the pistol on guard, walked over and looked through the cat's eyes, inserted the gun back into his back, and unlocked the door lock and chain bolt.
Killing and Leo walked in.
"The task is completed?" the phalanx asked, "what's the situation, what about the others?"
He replied lightly: "It's done, the goal is dead, and none of the teammates were injured. Oh no, the captain is dead again."
He emphasized the word "again" and stared at the phalanx with a smile: "Do you know where the flaw is?"
"What flaw?" the phalanx asked inexplicably.
"You said you have been with the'captain' day and night for nearly a month. Since he is a counterfeit who is always worried about being dismantled, how can he be with someone who is very familiar with the original owner and may dismantle him for so long? There is only one possibility, It’s that you know the inside story and become his current accomplice. I think, before SRC used cosmetic surgery to fake a fake captain, you were the first member of the'Arctic Fox' to contact. You want them to get rid of Interpol. Hunt, and they also use you to gather other team members for mutual benefit, aren’t they. What conditions did they promise you? Money? Close the case? After rebuilding the Arctic Fox, let you be in power?"
The phalanx stretched out his hand to draw the gun in his back under the momentum of thunder. However, Leo took a step faster and hit him in the knee with a shot.
His right leg slammed down to his knees, and the bullet that lost his head pierced the door panel.
Leo stepped forward and kicked his pistol.
The phalanx is like a stubborn beast, roaring and fisting. If he is not injured, if his opponent is only Leo, even if he cannot easily win, he can easily escape. Unfortunately, there is another finish next to it.
Together they beat him on the floor.
Leo pressed the phalanx, folded one of his hands back from his shoulders, and pressed the other hand on his back. He was obliquely handcuffed with alloy handcuffs to prevent the opponent from prying the keyhole or breaking his phalanx to escape.
He squatted down and looked at the half face of the phalanx exposed outside the blood-stained bandage, and sighed sincerely: "I didn't tell the other players, but they will know one day. I hope they will be like me by then. Restraint. By the way, when you sleep at night, do you dream of the captain?"
The phalanx bared its teeth in unwillingness and despair, and a string of murky guttural sounds squeezed out from between the teeth.
Leo took out his cell phone and called his former partner: "Rob, give you a gift. Call your Interpol friend named Wei and ask him if he wants to kill his informant."
Ten minutes later, the police broke in and escorted away the limping phalanx.
Rob also rushed over and croaked and thanked Leo: "It's great, you really caught him! You don't know how many times Wei has complained to me because of that hapless informant. Saying that no one will even think about borrowing bait from him in the future..."
Leo wanted to take a hamburger or sandwich and shut his mouth. He smiled and patted Rob on the shoulder: "We rushed back overnight, and we haven't had time for dinner. How about a big meal?"
Rob thought about the grade of "big meal" in his mouth and the number of banknotes in his wallet, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Let's go!"
The three of them went downstairs together and went up to the black Chevrolet Suburban, vaguely returning to the days when they crossed states and solved crimes together.
Rob drove the car, Leo sat in the back seat, and slung on his lap when he finished. "Hero" by Spanish male singer An Likui wafted coldly and affectionately from the car radio:
"... If you saw me crying, would you cry? Can you save my soul tonight
You will always be mine, or you will lie, run away from me, avoid me,
I'm stuck in it, I've lost my mind, I don't care about anything...
Baby, I will be your hero..."