Hex looked at the text message and did not feel fooled. This is normal. Anyone who has watched several Hollywood movies can learn a few tricks.
"Let's go, let's meet this smart driver." Ask Porter to start the car and drive towards the address on the text message.
And Makarov was in a bad mood. He really didn't expect that the so-called driver would dare to be fooled with him.
"This damn guy, he will regret playing with these tricks." Makarov showed a cruel look.
The whole plan is not too complicated. Simply put, it is to cheat Makarov, which not only allows the CIA and MI6 to find his traces, but also asks him to take the blame for Umbrella. Anyway, he has been on the blacklist, so he should not object if he takes a few more blame.
"Let Mohammed set out." Smith commanded on the front line. Now the map is fully opened, and neither side has any doubts. The plan has been half successful, and basically nothing can stop Umbrella.
The Libi Asian drove the car, carrying a mini camera and a wiretap, and a pocket-sized headphone in his ears heading towards the target position.
Albert drove behind the car, and the whole process had been practiced several times, nothing particularly complicated.
"Mohammed, drive slowly. You have to enter the target area after both sides arrive." Smith directed Mohammed through the intercom.
The target location is on the outskirts of the town, a large car cemetery, where thousands of scrapped cars are concentrated, stacked like a maze.
To be honest, if Umbrella really had suicide drones, they could really keep everyone on both sides here.
"It seems there is something wrong." Porter drove his car and his eyes swept through the street on the other side.
I saw a series of Wazi Hunters. This kind of car was sold at a low price and almost all of them were transferred to the armed factions of the opposition. It was not a good thing to appear here, and not all factions were their people.
Hex had thought that person would sell two stores, but in her opinion, there should be no one else except America who could pay high prices for these things.
Russia? Their foundation is not clean, so don’t laugh at anyone, and they don’t have money, “Be careful.” If they come here not because of this transaction, it’s better not to have a conflict.
Although the car they drove was not as down-to-earth as Albert, it was quite concise and not as striking as these people.
Parked the car in a hidden place, Porter got out of the car and let Hex take the driver's seat. This was not a cafe, and Hex was too conspicuous.
The group also found a place to stop. Several tall Caucasians were scattered around with guns. One of the Land Rover off-road vehicles was covered with dark films, and it was impossible to see who was sitting inside.
"They came for the transaction." This situation is too obvious. It is impossible for so many people who have guns and live ammunition to run here to buy the scrapped car recycling business.
"Is that Mohammed's brain problem?" Hex cursed, "It's okay to sell two companies, but what does it mean to get the two companies together? If you hold an auction, will the higher the price be?
Without giving her too much time to think, a car with a local license plate that could not be seen in the brand slowly drove over, and a local man with a headscarf was sitting in the car.
Both sides were attracted by him. He stopped the car and did not turn off the engine. The man walked down with a briefcase in his arms, nervous Dongzhang hoped.
That's right, it should be that Mohammed, but Porter and Hex did not act rashly, after all, there was another person hidden not far away.
"Walk 20 meters forward, look west, and then look surprised." Smith had determined the positions of the two people through the drone, directing Mohammed to move towards the positions of Hex and the others.
The old man didn't know if he accepted his fate or thought he could fight. His acting skills exploded. He walked over as Smith said. When he passed by Porter's hidden position, he made a surprise expression when he saw them, and even ran two steps forward.
"The extras come on." As Smith finished speaking, an old man with a bearded face and wearing a combat uniform exactly like those of Makarov rushed out from the side.
"Makarov, I caught him." A flying pounce, Mohammed was thrown to the ground like a little chicken.
This sudden change made both Makarov and Hex stunned.
Makarov frowned and walked out of the car, "Yuri, who is this?"
Before Yuri could answer, the Russian suddenly looked at a fork in the road and shouted, "Makarov, there is an ambush." ​​He took out his gun and fired two shots at Hex's car and John Porter.
The scene suddenly became chaotic, and Porter almost subconsciously fought back. The Russian had already dragged Mohammed into the mountains of cars made of scrapped cars.
A black briefcase fell to the ground, and Porter rushed over directly, and was forced back by the firepower of Makarov and others.
Makarov was inexplicably illusioned. He was sure that the Russian, whose beard was so bearded that he was invisible, was definitely not his own person, but the briefcase was like a treasure chest dropped by the boss in the game. Since someone wanted to grab it, it was definitely what he wanted.
"Snatch that briefcase and kill everyone." Makarov issued an order.
More than a dozen armed personnel equipped with automatic weapons cooperated tacitly and divided into three groups, one group suppressed firepower, one group took the opportunity to move to the side, and the other group waited for an opportunity to grab the briefcase.
Porter and his two were suppressed and could not fight back. They all knew that they would be touched from behind in a short time and would be dead at that time.
"Makarov? Vladimir. Makarov? Why is he here?" Hex quickly killed an armed man who wanted to pick up a briefcase, and then shouted.
This person is an extremist they have been tracking. There is evidence that the Yemen incident was planned and executed by him. After Zakayev was shot dead, he has become Zakayev's successor to a certain extent.
MI6 and CIA have been arresting him, but there has been no progress so far, how did this guy get here.
"I don't know, but I'll save my life first." Porter changed a magazine for Glock 17 and fired alternately with Hex.
"I'll drive, let's rush out." Hex shouted, bent over and ran towards the car quickly.
"Explosion." Smith, who had been watching the show, issued another order.
The Mohammed and the Russian were entangled in a pile of scrap cars, and their location was just right for both sides to see them through the gap between cars.
Mohammed struggled desperately, grabbed the grenade that the Russian was hanging on his chest with one hand, and the safety pin was pulled out with a click.
The two seemed to be stunned for a moment, then an explosion sounded, and the shock wave pushed the car stacked several layers directly to it.
After a burst of smoke and dust, several cars lay in the open space in a row. This dramatic change was something that no one expected.
"Get in the car, go quickly." Hex drove out, and Potter got into the rear window without waiting for the parking.
A car drifted in place and rushed towards the briefcase that was still left in place. Before the car could stop, Hex pushed open the door and bent over and picked it up.
Makarov and others who reacted began to concentrate their firepower on shooting at the car, but there was not only the smoke and dust in the middle, but they were blocked by several scrapped cars. The effect was very unsatisfactory. The car turned around and drove out.
"Get into the car, don't let them run away." Makarov shouted anxiously, the things inside were very important to him.
A group of people chased after him, and the scene suddenly became quiet. The locals who were working around, or to be precise, picked up garbage were gone, leaving only the dilapidated cars on the ground and traces of the explosion.
"This guy has a pretty good acting skills." Xu Chuan sat in the car and watched the live broadcast from the drone and surveillance cameras.
He shook his head, "I have a talent for acting. Ask him if he wants to go to Hollywood to develop." This is not better than Thor's acting skills.
Curtis covered his forehead. He was already destroyed by Xu Chuan and wanted to jump off the car. This guy had never heard of it. "Stop kidding, boss."
"Who was kidding, I'm serious."
"Okay, we need to replace Mohammed and Sumarokov now." They have prepared two corpses with similar figures as these two people, and it is really easy to find in this place.
The air reconnaissance did not relax, and had been following Makarov's people, watching them chase the car in front and heading north.
"Five minutes, up to five minutes, set up the scene." Smith's voice rang on the radio.
These tasks have been arranged. Several people carried two bodies and arranged them according to the actual situation on the scene. No one is more professional than them in this regard.
Sumarokov is a member of Dimitri, a Chechen, and no one is more suitable for this role than him. "Let that Mohammed leave Libiya quickly and go to Morocco, and the whole family will go." Xu Chuan did not intend to kill someone to silence him. This person also showed his value. It was just a critical moment that he could go out, even if it was worth cultivating.
Anyway, there has been insufficient staff in Morocco, and this guy can use several dialects, and maybe he can use them at any time. "Today's things are rotten, otherwise you will know what the consequences." Xu Chuan stared at him and nodded repeatedly.
In less than five minutes, everyone got on the car and recycled all the equipment, including the drone and the surveillance equipment set up, burning the car driven by Mohammed directly, erasing all traces, just as if they had never been there.
"It was done beautifully, it was so smooth." The pot fell on Makarov's head, which was more convincing than pretending to be a group of KB elements.
Chapter completed!