The gunshots echoed in the harbor, and some workers on the boat just looked at this direction, then made sure they had nothing to do with them and continued chatting with their colleagues.
This happens here every day, and everyone has long been accustomed to it.
However, fighting in broad daylight is quite rare. I guess the people from the Moscow hotel will arrive in a while.
The order of the port is their responsibility.
Richmond, who was desperate on the boat, pushed the iron door very carefully, without locking it.
Then kicked the door open.
There was a man upside down in the small space in the cab. He leaned against the wall and covered his neck, and blood was pouring out.
His body kept twitching, blood had already flowed into his lungs, making him unable to breathe, and a P226 pistol fell aside.
Richmond was very lucky. He hit the other party's neck with a jump through the door, and he seemed to be unable to survive.
“Fuck!”
She cursed directly.
I originally wanted to ask who sent this person, but this time I can't ask.
She knew she couldn't stay for too long, so she looked around the window of the driving position and was erected with a tripod with an L115A3, which is a folding stock. 338 AWM-F, a British-style sniper rifle.
There is a walkie-talkie, an MP7A1 and a photo of yourself on the bridge.
That's right, this is what I'm here to deal with myself.
Richmond immediately understood that this was MI6 silence.
A burst of anger appeared in his chest as if it were actually a substance, and he picked up the gun and exploded the head of the guy who had only vented his anger.
It feels not very comfortable to betrayed by one's own people.
She quickly picked up the guy's backpack on the ground, poured the things on the ground, picked out all the electronic devices inside and threw them aside, and put the MP7A1 in.
The L115A3 was removed from the tripod by her, and the buttstock was folded into a long bag.
He has a backpack on his back and a gun bag in his hand, which is also considered equipment.
A call was coming from the walkie-talkie on the bridge, but Richmond ignored it.
She quickly left the boat and someone had already driven over to check the situation.
Although Roanapura is indeed very chaotic, there are still people who maintain the general order.
After leaving the port, Richmond found a telephone booth to contact Major Sinclair who was still in Macau and asked the other party to be careful.
Since MI6 has already destroyed her mouth, the other party should be on the list too.
The ringtone rang for a long time until the busy sound appeared.
"Damn..."
Richmond didn't know if the other party didn't hear the phone ring or if something had happened.
But she knew that she could no longer stay here, and she would definitely be punished with treason and be hunted by MI6.
...
Major Oliver Sinclair of Macau has been paying attention to the prisons that detained members of Branch No. 20, and has almost figured out the surrounding terrain and the positions of personnel entering and leaving.
He really intends to cooperate with the MI6 support force to rob the prison.
And early this morning he received the order to receive the support team from Roanapura.
The news about Sergeant Richmond was cut off, and the superior said that the other party had evacuated.
Sinclair was skeptical, and he always felt that according to Richmond's character, he would not evacuate before he rescued his companions.
But he felt that the other party had no need to lie to him in such a thing.
In this contradictory mood, Sinclair received the so-called support.
This is a middle-aged white man, a typical Englishman.
"You're the only one?"
Sinclair couldn't understand, "What the hell is going on?"
There are very few people who come, and they don’t say anything except that they have previously stated their identity.
However, he spoke up in the face of Sinclair's problem, "Rescuing more than 20 people in Macau, this matter requires careful arrangements, and I am here to do this."
"But, I've sent the information back."
"If your abilities are really qualified, then I won't need to come here."
This sentence choked Sinclair very hard.
However, he could not refute that the annihilation of Division 20 is rare enough in the history of MI6.
"Go to your safe house first."
This guy named Philips Locke is a senior MI6 operator. He speaks very simply and has a sense of being the same.
Sinclair's safe house is located in the civilian village of Macau. This can be regarded as the earliest low-rent housing in China and was built in the early 20th century.
A safe house in Branch No. 20 is in this village.
There are no people here, there is a depressing view, and the dilapidated outside this house seems to have a history of seventy or eighty years.
Philips Rock looked around and there was nothing else in the room except a bed. "Are your spare equipment here?"
"Yes, there are some weapons and ammunition and a radio station, and some other equipment."
Sinclair opened a door inside, and the space inside was small and of course it couldn't hold anything.
"It's all here..."
Before he could finish a sentence, a needle poked Sinclair's neck.
His reaction was fast enough, and he immediately pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the other party, but it seemed that his muscles were out of control in just such a short time.
This is some kind of neurotoxin...
Sinclair's thinking stopped at this conclusion, and he didn't even have time to think about why the MI6 people wanted to kill him.
"Feel sorry……"
Looking at the other party's body, Philips Locke with gloves whispered.
Then he quickly took out a plastic bucket and pipe from the small warehouse inside, and pulled out half a barrel of gasoline from the car outside.
Pour the combustion aid into the body and the warehouse, then take out the lighter and light a newspaper.
When I walked out the door and threw the fire on the gasoline, the flames immediately rushed up.
...
"The fire has been put out now, and firefighters found a burnt body at the scene..."
A fire in the civilian village is being played on the TV news.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Boss, the expert in the simulation portrait has drawn the person according to Scott's description."
Zhang Biao pushed the door and handed the two portraits to Xu Chuan. It was already evening.
Xu Chuan glanced at him and gave him to him, "We have no connections in Macau for the time being, so let's leave it to Xu Zhengyang."
Before Zhang Biao went out, he added, "Send a copy to Li Bing and ask them to find it in the surveillance system."
Xu Chuan didn't think these two people were still in Macau. According to common sense, they should have evacuated.
As for Roanapra, as a three-region zone besides the Golden Triangle, it is the most popular place for intelligence personnel from all countries to settle down.
MD, sooner or later, all of these people will be rushed to the Philippines to raise the Gu.
I changed the channel with the remote control, but I didn't expect that I could receive Zhongyangtai here.
The news took three minutes to report on the visit of Ms. Alexandra Udinov, the heir of Zetrov Group, to the visit of the capital.
The emphasis was placed on the Zetrov Group's advantages in the energy sector and the upcoming energy development projects in East Siberia.
Looking at Alex, who was wearing a dark formal outfit and extremely dignified appearance, there was no way he looked like a pet at this time.
Tsk, this contrast is really exciting.
To be continued...