The Light of Beauty

Many people may never realize that the snow-capped mountains at night are more beautiful than those seen during the day.

Unless, it's a prison.

The main part of this prison where serious criminals are held is inside the mountain, with buildings around the foot of the mountain, a small part of the small sports field for prisoners to relax, most of them are prison guards' residences, and strong fortifications.

The searchlights scanned back and forth, with almost no blind spots.

The only flaw that is not counted as a flaw is the mountain itself. The reason why it is not counted as a flaw is because there is a constantly lit outpost on the top of the mountain, and it is called a flaw because it exists in isolation hundreds of meters away from the foot of the mountain.

The two searchlights on the mountain scanned back and forth. Fortunately, it was June, and the snow on the sunny side of the mountain had already melted away. Ryan bent over and ran up quickly along the designed route.

The sloping mountain has almost zero physical exertion on him, and his forward speed is even higher than the normal climbing speed of many people.

Not long after, he came close, and his body was hidden behind a boulder.

There are many footprints in the snow ahead, which are patrol points.

After a while, footsteps sounded.

Ryan pulled out the two daggers on the left and right thighs, his eyes pierced the bushes, his muscles tensed, and he was ready.

Three people appeared in a row.

The distance quickly narrowed, and when the first person invaded within two meters in front of Ryan, he suddenly moved, and his body sprang out like a rabbit.

When the three of them turned their heads when they heard the voice, Ryan's first dagger had been inserted into No.1's throat with great precision.

Moving sideways, and quickly came to the second person, Ryan put the second dagger into his neck under the unfocused gaze of the other person, and pushed it against the wall at the same time.

The third person was exposed and finally reacted. He raised his gun in an instant and opened his mouth wide to shout.

Lane even saw the little tongue hanging in his throat.

But at the next moment, Ryan came back first at an extraordinary speed. The moment the knife in his hand fell, not only tore his throat, but also interrupted his cervical spine.

The man flew back into the air, and Ryan grabbed his clothes and threw him into the corner, where he hid himself.

Two lights swept over quickly, and at the last moment, Ryan dragged back the first person to kill.

In the blind corner of the light, Ryan pulled out his dagger, sniffed it lightly at the tip of his nose, and then frowned immediately.

It's not that he hasn't been in contact with blood before, but the smell back then was still a normal rust smell.

But now it's different, it seems to suddenly become a sweet and umami drink.

The reason why it is called a drink is that people will not be seduced by a certain drink within the normal range so that they must drink it, let alone die if they do not drink it.

So did Ryan.

After wiping the daggers clean, Ryan picked the largest of them and stripped off his clothes to put on himself.

With clothing, weapons and so on are naturally available.

After disguising, he swaggered into the range of the searchlight and boarded the sentry tower.

"You don't go on patrol, what are you doing here?" Russian came.

"I'm tired." Ryan answered fluently and walked upstairs.

With a glance, there were only two people sitting at the table with wine and meat.

One of them poured a glass of wine and put it on the table with a clang, and said, "Come on, drink it, and continue patrolling, don't forget that you have lost a whole night's rest time!"

Ryan turned his eyes again, and saw a scattered deck of playing cards in the corner.

At this point, Ryan is roughly sure that he seems to have overestimated the strength of the defense here.

No matter how good the fortification is, it needs the participation of people to be effective, and the situation inside the sentry tower can basically show that the vigilance of the prison guards here is really mediocre.

Even now, neither of them looked up at him.

Ryan picked up the wine glass and drank it down, and then put his hands on the shoulders of the two.

At this time, they finally raised their heads in dissatisfaction.

However, before the two could see it clearly, Ryan's hands erupted with a strong electric current.

Three seconds later, Ryan: "Sharon, the sentry tower is cleared, and I planted a bomb."

"clear."

"Be careful, I don't want to be killed by my own people."

"Of course, I hold the remote very carefully."

Close to the observation window of the sentry tower, Ryan carefully observed the layout of the prison below, and after confirming that it was correct with the description on the map, he turned and went downstairs.

10 minute later.

Lane makes his way into the perimeter of the prison and manages to infiltrate a patrol.

"Hiss, Captain, I saw you. Is this part of the plan?" Sharon's deep voice came from the earphones. From the analysis of her tone, she was shocked.

Lane was also shocked.

At the beginning, he secretly dragged the last person in the team to the corner to kill. He wanted the other party to find out, and then took advantage of the fleeting opportunity to rush into the dead corner ahead, and then waited until the crowd gathered, and groped into the mountain in the chaos prison body.

But in the end, the other party turned around and came back, but he didn't notice that there was one person missing in the team at all.

In this way, it is naturally impossible for him to waste a great opportunity to hide the corpse in the grass, and then dodge directly to follow.

After following around for a while, Ryan finally understood why they didn't notice.

Because this patrol team was on the outskirts of the prison, there was no intersection with other teams during the whole process, and they didn't look back, so they naturally wouldn't notice.

After half an hour.

The team finished their patrol and drove to the mountain.

The leader opened the solid metal gate, and Ryan followed into it.

Unbelievably smooth.

After passing through the gates, Ryan saw layers of cells.

The patrol was still going, and Lane stopped at a corner and broke away from the team.

"Has the monitoring been modified?"

"Of course, I did it the first time you entered the prison area." A strange voice suddenly sounded on the communication channel.

Sharon froze for a moment: "Captain?"

"is a friend."

"Ok."

"Lian, to be honest, you look so handsome now, more handsome than all the agents in all the movies I've seen!"

"John, show me the way."

"Okay, he's in the eighth cell on the third floor to your left."

Ryan went upstairs, and soon came to the prison door, opened the small window, and saw a man with a fat body, greasy hair, and a beard sitting beside the bed, staring at an old newspaper in his hand in a daze .

"Open the door."

The next second, the electronic lock suddenly opened, Ryan opened the door and quickly entered, and then closed the cell door again.

The man sitting by the bed stood up and looked at him with a very surprised expression.

Ryan took off his camouflage jacket to reveal his black combat uniform.

"Oh, I see, are you from outside?" The man was stunned, and then quickly said: "Who asked you to come? The United States, Britain, or Russia's old rival? They asked you to kill me? Or come to save me ?”

Ryan moved closer to him.

He clenched his fist: "You'd better stop."

Ryan didn't hear it, and he pushed his back against the wall all the way, and his fist never came out.

Looking down at his scruffy face, Ryan said softly: "First, I rescued you, and you provided the information I wanted; second, you didn't want to talk, so I killed you; third, you committed suicide, I had to kill you first to stop you. Pick one."