Entertainment Starting From Operation Red Sea

Chapter 134: Keep alive (please collect, recommend and vote, please vote monthly)

  In a room on the second floor, the girl was pressed on the bed by a man. The other man opened the clothes on her arms and was about to inject the white liquid from the syringe in his hand into her body.

Of course the girl understood what this was. She was so frightened that she might be dead this time. She struggled with her last strength and said, "Watch the dosage. Don't kill her directly like last time."

 The man who was pressing down on the girl handcuffed one of her hands and leaned it against the head of the bed, while he was yelling at a little man with a thin and wretched face.

"I know, it was an accident last time." The little man said disapprovingly. The needle had already pierced the skin on the girl's arm. "No, no," she could only scream in despair.

 "Pa", okay, there was no such sound, the lights in the room dimmed for a moment, and other people's curses came from the building.

 The two men let go of the girl first. She was already cuffed and they were not afraid of her running away.

 “What’s going on? Find someone to check it out,” Marco shouted in the darkness.

A tough-looking bald man took out a lighter and was about to look at the distribution box. The flame flickered and lit up, reflecting two black figures in the dark corridor.

 In the surprised eyes of the bald head, a fire snake spurted out and made a deep sound.

There was a hole in the bald forehead, and the lighter in his hand fell to the ground.

 The small flames went out, and the entire corridor was plunged into darkness again.

 “Someone is coming in!”, a gang member shouted, and he was greeted by another bullet. The SIG516 short-barreled rifle using .300AACBLK bullets, coupled with a silencer, was already close to Mao Zi’s VSS.

The two figures were Smith and Parker wearing night vision goggles. They found the distribution box and cut off the power. Thanks to capitalism, compared to Mexico, they at least had one meter per household.

It’s not just the advantages of equipment. For these two veterans with rich combat experience, these gang members are just a group of rabble even if they hold guns.

Wherever the IR laser is pointed, a gang member will fall, "leaving two alive," Smith said over the intercom.

He has determined the location of Marco. After the power was cut off, only this person was issuing instructions. His identity was self-evident.

 Two people quickly cleaned the rooms on both sides along the corridor, while the other person, Albert, had climbed in from the back window and started a sneak attack from behind the gangsters.

 The people in the darkness have fallen into complete confusion. At first, some people tried to use lighters to illuminate, but as long as they made a flame, they would be taken care of by the people on the opposite side.

 After two of them fell, the remaining four people no longer dared to do this.

“Who are you? If it’s for money, I can give it to you.” Marco Hoxha made a wrong judgment under heavy psychological pressure.

In the darkness, Smith smiled, put on the night vision device on his helmet, and said on the intercom, "Modoc, turn on the lights."

Modoc is in front of the distribution box using a device similar to a game controller to control the drone and monitor the surrounding situation. The display screen is connected to the controller. The image effect is very intuitive. This is an unmanned aircraft similar to a big crow. It's just a smaller phone and has a longer battery life.

“Understood.” Modoc was immersed in his new toy. He controlled the drone to make a rolling motion and closed the switch smoothly.

The lights in the whole yard turned on again. Four gang members hid behind the dining table in the kitchen. They saw the two people wearing black masks opposite and thought about whether they should fight now.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” A deep voice came from the side door of the kitchen.

A guy also wearing a mask was pointing a gun at them outside the door.

The situation was clear. They were touched from behind and there was no hope of victory. The four gang members simply raised their weapons and prepared to surrender.

"Okay, now slowly put the gun on the ground." Smith and Pike walked out from the shadows holding guns.

Albert did not move, and was still pointing the SIG516CQB at the four people outside the door until they put their weapons on the ground in accordance with Smith's instructions.

 “Which of you is Marco Hoxha?” Smith asked.

“Who are you? Are you here for money?” a middle-aged man with long hair asked with a gloomy expression.

“That’s you.” Smith confirmed the voice giving orders to the gunmen in the darkness.

A low gunshot sounded, and the other three fell to the ground. Only Marco Hoxha was left at the scene. He was shocked and angry as he looked at the corpses on the ground. These people came to Paris with him from their hometown to work hard. , including his cousins ​​and playmates who grew up together.

Swearing in his hometown dialect, he bent down and prepared to pick up the gun on the ground and fight these people. Albert, who had been prepared for a long time, rushed over from the side, grabbed his hair and dragged him to the side.

In Albert's hands, Marco's body shape was not much different from that of a chicken. He was pressed to the ground and his hands and feet were tied with zip ties.

"Check again." Smith ignored Marco. He had already caught him, so there was no rush for other things. The environment here was relatively complicated, just in case there were bedbugs hiding in some corner.

 The two men slowed down and carefully inspected each room. "Bichi, you really gave them an advantage." Pike looked at the corpse on the ground and spat hard.

There are women in every room, and everyone has been injected with drugs. Some people must have been captured recently and still have some consciousness, while those who have been tortured for a while have no human form.

 Smith's face had never been so dark. He hadn't found Kim yet. If the child had also experienced these things, how would he explain it to his brother? Thinking of this, he wanted to cut the still-living Marco into pieces.

The two of them could only continue to search, and luck finally came. In a room near the innermost room, Parker finally found Kim, "Hannibal, here", he shouted on the intercom, and then turned to check about Kim's physical condition.

Kim Mills huddled herself in the corner of the single bed. Her arms were also handcuffed to the head of the bed. She listened to the chaos outside gradually subsided and had no idea what had happened.

When a guy with his face covered and a gun broke in, the girl really wanted to hide herself, but how could she do it? She could only hide in the corner harder.

Pike pulled out the dagger and tried to remove the handcuffs from her hands, but Kim yelled and kicked her hard.

"Kim, we are here to save you." Pike blocked the girl's attack with one hand while shouting. He did not dare to move too much for fear of hurting the child.

 (End of this chapter)