Bro, you are a policeman, not a thug.

Beijing, Yanqing.

A refrigerated truck slowly drove into the underground parking lot of a business center.

Then, it drove into a garage.

The automatic rolling shutter door slowly fell, and the garage was dark.

Suddenly.

A heavy mechanical sound appeared, and the floor of the garage slowly sank.

Like an elevator descending.

5 seconds, the ground paused, and the lights came on.

The refrigerated truck appeared in a warehouse-like space.

Following closely.

Several rays of light swept through the refrigerated truck.

"Confirmed, passable, no abnormalities."

A pleasant female voice sounded in the warehouse.

The refrigerated truck started and opened towards a wall in the warehouse.

Those were two metal doors.

After entering the door, the refrigerated truck drove about twenty meters and appeared outside a small door.

At the door, there were two people wearing special guard training uniforms, smiling and nodding to the driver of the refrigerated truck.

The driver also showed a simple smile and stopped the car.

When the driver got out of the car, he could be seen to be a middle-aged man.

He looks honest and is also a shopper.

Every day, he has to buy vegetables and fruits for a prison.

Prison?

There is a huge prison hidden in the basement in front of him.

One of the most terrible prisons in the world!

For those who are imprisoned here, death is just a dream.

As long as Longguo doesn't want you to die, you will not die, and you will be unable to live or die.

For many traitors, spies, agents, and people who threaten national security.

This is the real hell on earth.

National Security Prison!

But whether it is this shopper or the two guards.

They are not qualified to enter the prison.

All they can touch is the back kitchen in the prison.

Just as the two guards opened the back door of the refrigerated truck and prepared to take down the vegetables.

Suddenly.

Two electric currents appeared on the back waists of the two guards.

The source of the current was the hands of the shopper and two small boxes.

In an instant.

A group of people in special clothes jumped off the refrigerated truck.

Their bodies were wrapped in special fabrics.

This kind of fabric can hide their body temperature and life signs very well, and they cannot be detected by certain detectors.

They also have strange guns in their hands, but they are not made of metal, and it is unknown what material they are made of.

So the detectors cannot detect them either.

The first thing that attracts people's attention is that the eyes of these people are so cold and numb.

There is a terrible sense of oppression all over their bodies.

Each of them seems to exude the same momentum.

They have the same footsteps, tacit formations, and the same breathing frequency.

They have achieved a perfect tacit understanding and integration between the team.

At a glance, you will find that this is an elite team.

No, not a team.

It is a top special service team, a team of twenty people.

All top special service!

"We only have three minutes."

A commander whispered, "Go!"

In an instant, they rushed into the door in front of them.

Rushed into a corridor, rushed into the logistics channel of the prison, and quickly walked towards the back kitchen of the prison.

Can't the surveillance see them?

Their clothes are all covered with camouflage coating.

It can make them "invisible" in the view of the monitor.

Even infrared rays cannot be detected, only "a few spots" will be left.

The combat uniforms of the Navy SEALs who killed Bin Laden were this kind of "invisible combat uniforms".

The moment they rushed into the back kitchen.

Before the chefs could react.

Puff puff puff...

The weapons in the hands of this team fired, and the sound was terribly light.

One by one, the "rubber bullets" as thick as fingers hit the faces and heads of the chefs.

These chefs were knocked down and unconscious on the spot.

Several team members took out white pill-like objects and stuck them on the heads of these chefs.

It can emit a kind of intoxicating gas.

If the gas is not completely evaporated, these unconscious chefs will not wake up.

Rushing into the kitchen, dealing with the chefs, and placing pills, the whole process took less than ten seconds.

Then.

Six team members came to a "lifting port".

This is the passageway dedicated to delivering meals to the prison.

As long as the prepared food barrels are lifted up to the elevator one by one, they can be sent to the prison.

There are three elevators like this.

The six team members quickly climbed into the elevators, with two people standing in each one.

They made a gesture to the people outside and closed the sliding door.

Someone pressed the start switch.

In an instant, the three elevators descended at the same time.

In less than four seconds, the elevators paused and the sliding doors opened instantly.

Puff puff puff...

Gunfire appeared.

One rubber bullet after another hit the four fully armed prison guards.

The six team members jumped out of the elevator and started the elevator again.

In less than 15 seconds.

All 20 people entered the real "kitchen".

Through the kitchen, they entered a large cafeteria.

Through the cafeteria, they entered the "prison".

Along the way, it was surprisingly smooth.

It was so smooth that even these team members found it a little incredible.

They ran into the prison corridor openly and began to "clean up" the guards in the prison.

What surprised them was that

There are only a dozen guards in the entire prison.

At the same time, even the monitoring room has been controlled by them.

This made them vaguely aware that something seemed wrong.

How could it be so easy?

But now they don’t have time to think about it.

Because they only have three minutes.

Now it’s almost one minute.

Until they came to a corridor where the ‘serious criminals’ were held.

Started looking for the cell where the target was.

Suddenly.

“Confirm the target!”

A team member stood outside a cell and saw a ‘prisoner’ tied to the bed through the ‘observation window’.

Maher!

The next second a team member ran over, opened the invisible combat suit, and took out a palm-sized object from his arms.

Stick to the cell door.

Bang, just a slight roar, not the loud noise imagined.

The cell door was blown open instantly.

A team member quickly rushed to the bed where Maher was tied.

Do you think he is going to save people?

No.

He took out a syringe and quickly inserted it into Maher’s neck.

But...

Huh?

The team member paused his hand and looked at Maher lying on the bed in astonishment.

He found that he was looking at him with his eyes open.

Those cold and indifferent eyes were already full of ridicule and pity.

What's going on?

What is he mocking, and what is he pitying?

However, in the moment when the team member was slightly stunned.

Under Maher's bed, a person floated out like a ghost.

He grabbed the team member's neck and walked out of the cell quietly.

Crack!

He crushed it and threw it in front of the team members.

"If this is the only method, it's a bit stupid."

Xiao Mu looked at them expressionlessly with cold eyes.

"What is your back-up plan?"