Chapter 356 Impossible, absolutely impossible!

CIA Agent Frist never thought that he had just waited for reinforcements to come and face a fatal blow.

The senior agent covered his right shoulder torn apart by a grenade shrapnel with his left hand, trying hard to raise the pistol in his hand, but his right arm was like a damaged machine and he didn't respond to him.

Frist only felt that his brain was about to explode. He could not hear the outside world's sound, only a huge beep, and the wound on his shoulder didn't hurt much, but his heart was chilling...

The guys who came raided were too professional and too cruel. Two soldiers in combat uniforms held guns and were walking on the heads of the mercenaries of the Titan Company.

There was no shouting, no communication, no pity, and all their actions seemed to be just to kill all the people here.

P·B, strongly attack military contracting companies!!

Frist has found out Joe Ga’s details in the past few hours. After all, Joe Ga never thought of hiding anything.

The terrible battle he created in New York made the FBI a laughing stock and the DEA gained a lot. Then the joint announcement from the FBI and the DEA let Frist know who the air strikes he ordered had bombed?

Frist was not afraid before, he didn't think a military contracting company dared to offend the CIA.

However, to be on the safe side, he was not satisfied with the black team of "Titans". At the same time, he also asked the people of Sinaloa Group to stand by on the border, hoping to eat the people of P·B in one fell swoop, but now...

Watching a Titan mercenary howl in despair, two experienced warriors with guns switched their rifles to their left shoulders, and then signaled the machine gun to stop with their right hand. They began to re-gun the wounded and corpses on the ground.

Frist screamed and tried to raise the gun in his right hand...

"Bang"

Qiao Jia, who was passing by, didn't look carefully at all, and found that there was a fat boy in a suit alive. He simply kicked off the pistol in his hand and shot him in the knee.

"FUCK YOU!! You're dead!!"

Frist, who was occupied by severe pain, cursed loudly, trying to intimidate Joe...

"Bang"

This time, Qiao Jia pulled out the ‘super jager’ and shot him on the other leg.

Then the pain of the waves higher and higher made Frist faint and wake up in pain.

Frist, who had undergone interrogation training, couldn't even get hurt so much that he was in shock. He was like the black guy who was doing a roller coaster. He was sometimes awake and sometimes unconscious and repeated more than a dozen times. Until someone gave him an injection, he completely fainted...

When his consciousness recovered a little, he found that his shoulders and knees were simply bandaged and thrown into a moving car.

After a long training, Frist did not open his eyes completely when he woke up. Instead, he endured the severe pain in his body, and his eyes narrowed a gap and began to observe.

It was a van, and several surviving CIA technicians were locked up with me. They were also injured, including bullet scratches and grenade shrapnel.

Those P·B bastards are not just for the sake of survival. Those who survive are those who do not resist and are more lucky.

Found that the carriage was basically full of his own people, Frist let out a painful groan, which immediately alarmed a female technician who kept crying next to him.

The CIA fieldwork, even the technicians, did not have a simple little white flower, but the cruel raid he encountered before still caused this little flower that had not experienced the storm and rain to collapse.

Those who survived saw those devil-like enemies with their own eyes, re-sucking guns on their seriously injured companions' heads, and then forced them to pack the dead bodies in a body bag and carry them onto the CIA's own truck.

Now the corpses are neatly placed in the innermost part of the truck. There are a total of 25 corpses, which are stacked 1.5 meters high. The body bags are damaged during the transportation process and are still bleeding outwards...

The atmosphere in the carriage, reflected by a dim little lamp, could no longer be described as sad clouds. Despair clouds enveloped everyone's heads.

The blonde little flower looked at Frist who had woken up. She cried and helped her boss to sit up, then choked and said, "Sir, are you okay?"

Frist wanted to greet the idiot woman who held her wound with swear words, but now he needed the strength to unite everyone, so he endured the waves of pain in his body, grinned and patted the blonde little flower's hand, and then looked at the other captured people...

Most of them are CIA technicians. When they encountered a surprise attack, they were not even interested in counterattacking, but the shock bomb was taken over by the grenade. Only 5 of them survived, and everyone was injured.

Everyone was in a desperate mood, except for a middle-aged man sitting in the corner of the carriage, looking at himself with a sneer.

Frist knew that he could not count on his own people anymore, so he moved his injured leg with difficulty, looked at the blonde little flower, and said in a dry voice: "Where are we?"

The blonde little flower could no longer think rationally, and she said in a choked tone: "I, we are in the car..."

At this time, the tantrum cannot solve any problem. Frist said in a stern voice: "Don't be nervous, think about what you learned in the college, think about it carefully, we are in the car, the car is driving, which direction is going?

Think about it carefully..."

"I, I don't know..."

The blonde girl said as she collapsed, and she cried and said, "Sir, that person said he wanted to sell us to terrorists to make up for the losses he suffered.

Sir, we can't fall into the hands of terrorists, we..."

The blonde girl's words also collapsed the four technicians on the other side. It would be bad enough for the Americans to fall into the hands of terrorists. The CIA fell into the hands of any YSL terrorist. In the end, they were sent to beheaded and motivated.

Seeing several male technicians also started to cry, Frist was stunned for a moment. He shook his head with difficulty and said, "Don't worry, P.B is less popular with terrorists than us. He is scaring the men.

Have you ever told them anything?”

The blonde girl shook her head and said, "We don't..."

The middle-aged man who had been huddling in the corner suddenly spoke and said, "That's because they never thought about asking questions. It's not difficult to identify your CIA."

Frist looked at the middle-aged man with a dim light in the carriage and said, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man raised his upper body, revealing a bloody bandage on his chest and a wound on his thigh, and sneered, "Gary Leinker, you are here to kill me, you don't know me?"

Frist heard this, looked at Leinker's bloody face, and then suddenly said with a wry smile: "It seems that I did something wrong. I should kill you when you contact Seta's people."

As he said that, Frist looked at the wound on Leinkel's left thigh, then looked down at the wound on his thigh, confirming that this guy had suffered the same treatment as him.

Frist was silent for a long time, looking at Leinker who seemed to have no strength to speak, and said, "P·B's people didn't kill us, what do they want?"

Leinker looked at Frist mockingly and said, "Didn't you hear what your people say? That jackal is going to sell you.

A CIA can be exchanged for $300,000 from Jihad terrorists, and you have 6 of them.

The jackal doesn’t have to leave America because I gave him a phone number to the contact person of the jihadist group.”

As he said that, Leinker looked at Frist with his expression frozen, and said with a sneer: "This is my greeting to you bastards. Remember to think more about me when you are skinned. When we meet in hell, I hope you are worse than me."

Reinkell's words made the technicians cry even louder...

"Why are you doing this? You crazy..."

The blonde little girl pounced on Leinker in a collapsed state and pounded his chest hard, causing the blood on Leinker's chest to magnify...

But Leinker didn't seem to be angry at all. He didn't stop the blonde little flower from moving, but grinned like a dying lone wolf, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, now is not the time for you to be afraid, hahahahaha..."

Reinkell's shrill and tragic situation finally made Frist believe in his situation.

He leaned over and pulled away the blonde girl who had already peed her pants, endured the severe pain on his body and cheered a group of collapsed technicians: "Don't be afraid, it's not the last moment yet.

P·B Defense Company is a regular company, and they dare not betray CIA people..."

Leinker seemed to be disgusted with Frist's attitude. He grinned and said with a painful smile: "The person who asked you to kill me, that Harlot, he sold two deltas to terrorists in Libya, is not news in the industry.

And are you sure you are still a CIA employee now?

Don't be naive, you are working for your private work, if you fail, you will have no value..."

As he said that, Leinker smiled with great pleasure and said, "I used to be a spy, and I know the consequences of people facing this situation.

I will definitely persist until the day you were filmed and posted online, because I still have some help, hahaha..."

After hearing this, Frist fell into silence with a pale face. He knew the situation he was facing.

He is just a CIA field manager, but he is caught in a political competition between two big names.

What Linkel said is right, he is useful. As long as he is willing to cooperate, he will become a bargaining chip for the big guy behind Eric to accuse the other party.

But my own CIAs are useless because the CIA will not recognize their existence, otherwise they will become bargaining chips to attack the people on Harlot.

As Frist suddenly realized something was wrong, he stared at him and said, "Impossible, they won't hand us over to the terrorists, because we are CIA agents and we still have value!

He will face endless revenge in the future!!

P.B has a deep hatred with Isis's people, and he has no precedent for cooperating with terrorists."
Chapter completed!