"Danny, notify Nikki and ask her to go to safe house No. 2 to confirm."

Returning to the "Stumbling Block" office area, Conklin immediately issued the order.

Danny is somewhat different. He understands what this order means, which is equivalent to putting second-line support personnel in danger, but the commander's authority cannot be questioned.

The order will be issued soon.

When Nikki, who was far away in Moscow, received the order, she couldn't help but overpower the whole family in the command center, but she still put on her coat and went out. She must carry out the orders from the top management.

The sorrow of beating workers.

Conklin started smoking again, one cigarette after another, and his whole body was enveloped in smoke.

The air index in the office rose sharply, and Danny, who was familiar with him, knew that Conklin was probably preparing to make an important decision at this moment.

"Danny, besides the Woodpecker, who is the Falcon closest to Moscow?"

"Well..."

Danny Zorn operated on the computer and called up the locations of all the falcons, then raised his head and said: "'Pope' Lazarev is located in St. Petersburg."

On the surface, he was calm at the moment, but in fact, he had already guessed what Conklin was planning to do.

The first target to be killed in the second phase of "Stumbling Block" will probably be one of our own.

Sure enough, Conklin continued: "Activate him and have him rush to Moscow to be on standby."

After his words fell, everyone looked at Conklin. Everyone knew the meaning behind this order. The first internal cleaning in the history of 'Stumbling Block'?...

Is the situation serious enough?

This time the order is to stand by, but everyone can foresee what the next order will be - "Pope" kills "Woodpecker".

There is an inexplicable emotion called the sadness of the rabbit dying and the fox slowly growing in the hearts of everyone. This time the action team can kill the "woodpecker", will it be me next time?

Danny Zorn also feels that the matter has not reached that point yet. "Woodpecker" is still in the safe house, so it should be relatively safe and there is no need to clean it directly.

He wanted to say something, but after looking at Conklin's face and then at Albert, who had his eyes closed and concentrating on the other side, he finally closed his mouth.

Again, the commander’s authority cannot be questioned.

Danny chose to shut up.

Fingers tap on the keyboard, the mission briefing is formed, and finally the enter key is pressed, and the mission is issued.

"Activate the 'Pope' and go to Moscow to stand by."

Danny replied, Conklin's face was expressionless, and most of the people in the room looked a little gloomy. It was obvious that everyone's thoughts were similar to Danny's.

……

In St. Petersburg, in a KFC fast food restaurant, a man making burgers felt the vibration of his mobile phone in his pocket.

Take out your phone, enter your password, and a mission briefing will be displayed.

Go to Moscow and standby.

The Pope put his cell phone back expressionlessly, took off his work clothes, and walked out of KFC in front of the surprised eyes of his colleagues.

"Hey, where are you going?"

The supervisor shouted dissatisfied.

"I quit."

Under the puzzled looks of the group, the Pope walked to his car across the street.

The next second, the car started, merged into the traffic flow, and drove towards Moscow.

……

safe house

Jack's eyes are closed tightly on the sofa. If you look carefully, you will find that the eyes under his eyelids are rotating at a small amplitude and at a high frequency, which means that his cerebral cortex is very active.

Sleep is a very effective way to treat trauma. During sleep, the human body's self-protection mechanism will continue to repair damaged bodies, and the efficiency is several times that of waking up. Often, when you wake up, the wounds will show changes visible to the naked eye.

The same is true for Jack. Under the influence of the green pill and his own powerful vitality, the metabolism rate in his body doubled, and the wounds under his ribs underwent unknown changes...

The scenes I experienced today flashed through my mind one by one like a movie. This is why the cerebral cortex is active.

Suddenly, the picture in his mind changed, and what Jack saw were groups of black suits quickly going upstairs.

The men in black suits arrived at the corner of the second floor and took out their weapons, all Russian-style weapons.

Varyag pistol, PP2000 submachine gun...

Jack was startled and woke up suddenly.

After opening his eyes, there was no black suit anywhere, but Jack had no doubt. When he closed his eyes again, the scene just now reappeared, and there were really a large number of people rushing upstairs.

The lights in the room were dim, and the previous surgical tools were scattered on the table in a mess. You could vaguely see the bloody bullets in the tray, and there were blood-stained gauze everywhere on the sofa and the floor.

The little green pill is magical. The wound heals surprisingly quickly. Four hours later, the wound is no longer so painful.

Jack looked at the door. It was dark inside and bright outside. The light at the crack of the door alternated regularly between light and dark. It was obvious that a large number of people were passing by the door.

Closing his eyes again, the picture in his mind showed that there were already crowds of people in black suits with weapons outside the door. Personnel were spontaneously assigned to both sides of the door, ready to break in.

A man who looks like a little boss is counting down with his fingers raised.

Three...

Two...

One...

Jack turned over violently and then kicked himself on the sofa.

With a bang, the door was kicked open, and two men in black suits rushed in. The most eye-catching thing was the black muzzle of the PP2000.

Jack slid off the ground with the help of a kick, and when he was exhausted, he rolled over and rolled into the bedroom.

Da da da~~

The opponent opened fire, and the bullets chased behind him, and were finally blocked by the wall.

Jack moved quickly, neither too fast nor too slow. At the same time, the picture appeared in his mind again. He knew the location of everyone in the room. This ability he called the mind's eye, which was regarded as a benefit for time travellers.

When I uncovered the decorative painting on the wall, I found a Remington M870 and an ammunition belt inside.

Taking off the gun and carrying the ammunition belt on his back, Jack turned the candlestick next to him, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

A safe house is different from an ordinary room. It has many layouts. Weapons are hidden in many places, and there are many secret doors and mechanisms.

Jack quickly walked to the exit on the other side while loading the ammunition in his hand.

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The sudden darkness made the people in black suits at a loss. It was originally night, and all the curtains in the safe house were closed. There was no light at all in the house, and it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.

Jack closed his eyes, and the picture reappeared in his mind. The absolute darkness had no effect on him.

"Don't even shoot, be careful of accidental injuries~"

The guy who looked like a little boss yelled and took out a tactical flashlight.

However, the moment the lights came on, there was a sudden roar.

With this roar, the little boss's body flew backwards as if it had been hit by a giant hammer. The tactical flashlight fell to the ground and spun weakly.

After killing one person, Jack turned around decisively, pulled the handguard to unload and load the gun.

Behind him, gunfire flashed, and the panicked crowd focused fire on the location where he was just now.

Jack walked quickly twice and appeared in the other direction the next second. There was another roar, and the second person in the black suit was blown away.

Sure enough, shotguns are a man’s romance.

Jack left again, and the gunshots like exploding beans followed behind him. The panicked men in black suits poured bullets wildly. At this moment, only bullets could bring them a sense of security.

The slanted bullets tore everything into pieces. Jack's steps were slow and slow. Losing his vision was unacceptable to everyone, but it had no impact on Jack. In his eyes, no one in this house could

He knows every move.

Boom~

Boom~

Boom~

In the darkness, Jack is like a ghost, appearing in incredible places. With every gunshot, a man in a black suit is taken away, and inexplicable fear grows in their hearts.

Ah~~~

The last remaining person finally couldn't bear the huge pressure and turned around to run away.

However, before he could reach the door, there was a "click" behind him.

The sound of the shotgun being loaded is like the scythe raised high by the God of Death, which may be swung down at any time.

The man in the black suit stopped and didn't dare to move rashly. He turned around slowly, and vaguely saw a black figure pointing a gun at him.

The next second, there was a bang, and a body flew out of the door, hit the wall, and died.

……
Chapter completed!