City: I Have A Red Alert Base

Chapter 66: Red Police Spy VS National Agents

Triss is a semi-retired agent working for MI6.

This time, his mission is to go with the international observation team to the northern area of ​​Somalia, and then use the identity of the members of the observation mission and the cover of the observation mission to investigate this mysterious force that suddenly appeared in the northern area of ​​Somalia.

The target of his investigation was the Challenger II main battle tank that appeared in the corps.

As the standard equipment of the British Army, the Challenger II main battle tank is mainly equipped for the British Army and its allies. Because of its heavy armor and protective ability, it is known as the most resistant third-generation main battle tank.

And because of the stability of its chassis, it has also been converted into a tank bridge vehicle, a tank engineering vehicle, a tank demining vehicle, etc. in the British Army. It can be said to be an excellent main battle tank.

However, such a main battle tank appeared in the hands of a mysterious warlord in a backward area, and it still appeared in batches.

According to the accounts of some officers who were defeated and surrendered to Chittagong in the former Northern Autonomous Region, they encountered at least one hundred Challenger II main battle tanks.

This number is second only to the British Army.

So Tris has to investigate the source of these tanks.

What is the channel business behind them?

Tris didn't think he could fulfill the request of his superiors, because they had too little information, which was a headache.

After entering the port of Berbera in the northern part of the country, Tris did not contact some former informants, or develop informants, and collect intelligence like other agents.

He just followed the investigative team step by step to conduct investigations in the cities and villages around Port Berbera, a little perfunctory.

But in fact, he has already hinted to the head of the investigation team to try to sway to the edge of some military areas.

And the retired military head of the British 08 investigation team did not live up to his expectations. Some of the observation points he proposed were very close to the military area, and he even asked the other party directly if he could visit the military camp.

Unexpectedly, the other party agreed.

Then, in the barracks on the west side of Berbera Harbor, Tris saw dozens of Challenger II main battle tanks, as well as a light tank that had never been seen before, which should be the gray mentioned in the intelligence system. Bear tank.

Although the armor of this light tank is relatively weak, it is highly maneuverable, and the main gun can penetrate the armor of various types of main battle tanks, and this weight should be able to be transported by air.

In addition, there is also an infantry fighting vehicle, which looks similar in appearance and chassis, and should be multi-functionally modified from the same infantry fighting vehicle.

Unfortunately, they didn't see their planes, otherwise more intelligence could be collected.

In the evening, Tris wrote down what he saw and heard in the military camp today at the station of the observation mission, and then uploaded it to the MI6 branch of Chittagong through satellite communication, hoping to communicate.

After doing all this, Triss doesn't plan to continue working as an agent, he has already reached retirement age, it's time to retire.

He has already investigated the number and equipment of these tanks, and even "risked" into the military camp to investigate. As for the source of these tanks, let others investigate.

With this idea in mind, Tris is ready to play his role, a medical student on the observation team.

However, the people of those legions are really big-hearted, so they let the observation groups from various countries come in casually, and let them run around, not afraid of making something happen.

Tris can't figure out the purpose of the other party's actions, is it really poor intelligence, or is there another purpose?

drop drop-

Just as Tris was about to go to bed, his phone remembered.

Tris frowned and picked up the phone. There are only a few people who know the call. It shouldn't be his fault, right?

"Triss just got on the phone when there was a weak voice over there.

beep-

After the three words ended, the call was directly hung up by the other party.

Trish's hair stood on end.

He knew very well that the owner of this weak voice was a senior who had partnered with him for more than ten years. He retired a few years earlier than himself, but he did not expect to meet again when he was in Chittagong. for cover.

Neither of the two communicated directly, but just looked at each other and knew that the other party also participated in the action.

Just didn't expect...

It seems that the intelligence capabilities of the legion are not as bad as they think, but have other purposes.

Triss knew that he was also in danger, and most of his seniors were gone, so he packed some belongings, locked the door, and jumped out from the window.

Taking advantage of the cover of the night, sneaking all the way, preparing to go to the port, as long as you enter the port, there are so many ships, just find a seaboat to lurch, and the chance of getting out of trouble is very high.

There is a red light street outside the port area, and the lights are feasting at night. The whole street is either a bar or a nightclub.

Triss pretended to be nonchalant and prepared to cross the street.

Suddenly, he found a familiar figure.

A middle-aged white man came out with three white men at the door of a nightclub, and then walked into an alley.

Tris looked around, then pretended to be a passerby and went around to the dark, ready to observe.

Observe how the person who was so weak to death on the phone is now jumping around.

That's right, the middle-aged white man just now was Tris' senior.

Following the group to a dim alley, Tris easily climbed to the second floor, hiding in the shadows to observe.

I saw a few people chatting and laughing after entering the alley and talking about some collected information, of course, some outer information, and everyone was holding the most important information tightly.

However, the middle-aged white man suddenly exerted strength, and several actions knocked the three down.

"Hunter...you..." A white agent had a face full of disbelief before he fell down.

Tris retracted his head directly, lying on the balcony on the second floor, staring at the stars, cold sweat on his forehead.

The agent named Hunter just got to know each other. The back door of the nightclub next door opened, and several people dressed as gang members appeared, quickly dragged the three white agents in, and then closed the door.

Hunter took a cigarette and stood in the alley, puffing up clouds of mist.

Triss on the balcony on the second floor didn't dare to breathe.

After a while, several more people came, and one of them asked, "Who is he?

"Hunter, MI6 veteran."

"Oh? What does it have to do with our CIA? Exchange of information?"

"Of course it does, because . . . I sold you to him.""

"what?'

bang bang bang-

It was another fist-to-fight fight, even before the daggers and firearms were drawn out, these people were eliminated.

"How many?" Hunter didn't do anything, just asked while smoking a cigarette.

"I'm the fifth here." The remaining person replied.

"There's not much here in Berbera," Hunter said.

While the two were talking, several people came out from the back door of the nightclub and dragged away the CIA agents who had been knocked out.

"Then I'll go first, you can solve it yourself." The man yawned.

"No." Hunter breathed out a cigarette.

In this way, the alley fell into silence.

But after a while, another group of people came in, this time two Mossad agents, one of them rebelled and directly brought down the other.

Then came the seventh game of the Flange Chicken. The three agents realized that something was wrong as soon as they came in, but one of the three rebelled and directly overturned the other two.

In less than two hours, fifteen agents from more than six countries fell on the alley.

Tris still didn't dare to move, and he didn't even dare to take a breath.

At this time, his heart was completely messed up.

What the hell is Hunter doing? Did he join the Legion? But why?

And the CIA, Mossad, and those in the seventh bureau also turned traitors? How many agents were discovered by them?

What was the meaning of that phone call Hunter called to himself earlier?

The more Tris thought about it, the more strange he felt, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

At this moment, he suddenly heard some strange sounds.

He looked down at his feet, and found that at some point in the darkness, a four-legged robot had already stood at his feet, looking at him with its head tilted.

Triss broke out in a cold sweat.

"When are you going to see?" said Hunter suddenly in the alley.

As soon as Hunter's voice fell, the quadruped robot launched an attack on Tris.

Tris hurriedly dodged, but was still not as fast as the quadruped robot, and was hit directly from the second floor.

Bang!

Tris fell directly into the alley from the second floor and fell on a pile of garbage, the huge pain made Tris grit his teeth and groan.

The footsteps were getting closer, and Tris hurriedly reached for the pistol.

But it was directly strangled by a mechanical foot.

This time Triss completely woke up from the pain just now and did not dare to move.

Hunter came over and said to himself: "So he called you.

Tris was lying on the garbage heap, looking at the moonlight, the familiar and unfamiliar people in front of him, frowned deeply, and said in a mysterious way: "You are not Hunter! 99

Hunter smiled.

He didn't explain anything, just stepped forward with a smile and took away Tris's gun and some gadgets.

Tris's hands were then tied with a special rope.

"Let's go, you're the last one, my task for today is over." With that said, Hunter opened the back door of the nightclub.

Tris looked at the gun in the opponent's hand and knew that most of his skills could not beat the opponent, so he could only follow.

Before entering the door, he looked at the alley behind him. In the dim alley, the mysterious quadruped robot just now had disappeared.

"Hey, what was that just now? A robot?" Tris followed behind Hunter, entered the back door of the nightclub, and found that there was actually a passage leading to the underground.

"You can say that." Hunter said casually.

The two quickly entered the underground passage. After a few turns, they came to a hall. On both sides of the hall, there were various glass rooms where agents from various countries were detained.

Here, Trice even saw some of his colleagues at MI6.

Tris was extremely shocked. How did they manage to capture all these super agents from all over the world?

You must know that these agents belong to different intelligence agencies in different countries, and they don't even know about the other agents who are acting at the same time, let alone being wiped out.

Hunter stopped in front of him, and Triss almost collided with his thoughts.

Then he turned his head slightly and saw an interrogation and punishment chair at the end of the hall.

Tris snorted softly, but it was just an interrogation. Top-level agents like them have received all kinds of cruel training, and it is absolutely impossible for ordinary interrogation to reveal the information they know.

"This is the newcomer." At this moment, a bald man in a brown military uniform came up beside the torture chair.

Tris looked at it, only to think that this man's head was so strange, with a circle on it.

But when they met the other's eyes, those emerald green eyes seemed to be captivating, making a super agent like Tris be seen as hairy.

Seemingly aware of Tris's emotions, he walked forward with a bald head and smiled, "Introduce yourself, next, Yuri Marin."