Gaetang has been dealing with external enemies, and he knows the external situation best.
After receiving the communication inquiry from Long Zhan, Gaetang replied concisely and cleanly: "Group A received it. The remaining enemies are gathered at the front door. You can avoid them by coming out of the back door and going back."
"OK, got it."
Long Zhan ended the communication, held the gun with both hands, and accelerated his advance.
The speed increased, but the pace remained steady.
The back heel touches the ground first, the knees are bent to cushion the shock, and the upper body keeps moving horizontally in the "balance step", turning Long Zhan into a humanoid Steadicam.
Professional anti-shake!
The muzzle is slightly tilted downwards at a low position, combined with the balance step that can greatly reduce muzzle vibration, which is enough to allow Long Zhan to cope with any emergencies ahead while advancing rapidly.
Taylor behind Long Zhan is also very professional, using the same standard balance step, but holding the gun with one hand, which is slightly lacking in stability.
Fortunately, Long Zhan took most of the pressure from the front, and Taylor would have no problem holding the gun with one hand.
Taylor's free left hand can be grasped on the hostage Ove's shoulder, placed in front of him and pushed forward, which can not only keep the hostage safe to the greatest extent, but also effectively prevent the hostage from running around in panic.
Taylor's attention was focused on the direction the gun was pointing, and he was unable to focus on the person himself.
If you don't use one hand to feel the hostage and control him firmly, it is very likely that the frightened hostage will run around when the gunshots are fired. Leaving the protective formation can easily cause very bad consequences.
Ordinary people will instinctively run away when they hear the sound of gunshots. This is unavoidable and can only be controlled in this way.
With this series of special arrangements, and the fact that Long Zhan and Taylor were old partners on the battlefield, they worked together very well.
No dialogue required at all.
With one look and one movement, you know what the other person is going to do.
With such tacit cooperation, and the sniper Gaetang attracting the attention of all remaining enemies outside, better combat conditions were created.
Long Zhan and his party came out of the back door, walked around the alley outside and returned to the front of the target building. They were separated by a building in the alley behind, and they were not attacked by any enemies along the way.
"Call Team A, we're already on the bus, you can evacuate."
After Long Zhan informed Gaetang, who was in charge of covering, he happened to walk next to the parked third-generation Mercedes-Benz E-Class sedan, opened the door and got in.
The driving seat of the E-Class sedan is already very spacious, but the dragon-style seats are still very exaggerated.
It has almost slid back to the limit!
Only by leaning as far back as possible could Long Zhan's huge body be squeezed in and he could drive normally in the driver's seat.
Taylor, who followed closely behind Long Zhan, did not take the hostage into the car immediately.
Instead, he took Ove to the back of the car, opened the trunk and raised his chin towards Ove, signaling with his eyes that Ove should lie down inside immediately.
The space inside the car is completely adequate for seating, which is why Taylor arranged it this way.
A small part of it is to deceive others, but more of it is to control the hostages and prevent them from opening the door and jumping out of the car while driving.
If they encountered an enemy on the way and had a gunfight, Long Zhan and Taylor would not have time to take care of the hostages.
Never trust the rationality of the hostages, you can never guess what weird behavior they will do when you are not paying attention.
This is the golden rule for rescue operations!
Ove was so frightened after being captured for so many days that he couldn't tell whether he was an enemy or a friend. He was no different from a robot that obeyed orders.
Taylor asked him to get into the trunk. He didn't know what it meant, and he didn't dare to ask why he was doing it, so he chose to do it obediently.
Ove was put into the trunk, and Taylor went to the front and got into the passenger seat.
"Coax~"
The car started and headed straight to the evacuation point.
…
Dhaka city center.
On the roof of a six-story building, four tall bodyguards wearing black suits and black sunglasses stood guard at four corners with their hands folded on their abdomens.
Standing beside the one-meter-high guardrail at the exit of the stairwell, stood a young man wearing a white casual suit, a pair of expensive gradient sunglasses, long curly hair, and a square beard.
This man, who is only a little over 1.7 meters tall, looks unknown and has nothing special about his appearance, is the "real owner" of this city——
Assef Amir!
A few meters in front of him, by the rooftop fence, there was a fat man wearing a plaid shirt with a sinewy face, and a group of nervous boys huddled together.
The oldest of these boys must be seventeen or eighteen years old, and the youngest looks to be less than ten years old.
Although they may think they are easy to mess with, in this city where the order is completely broken, the gang formed by this group of boys is equally ruthless.
Theft, robbery, sandman, selling cakes...
Dare to do anything!
As the underground emperor of this city, Amir would personally come out to target this group of boys. It must be these boys who have caused trouble for him.
They even dared to move the dirt on the underground emperor's head, which shows how unscrupulous this gang of boys is.
"Haven't you remembered yet? Okay."
The fat man with a sinister face seemed to have been confronting these boys for a while, and his patience had been exhausted. Seeing that these boys still refused to explain, he became completely furious.
He caught one of the boys and came to the rooftop, and threw him out regardless of his begging for mercy.
"Bang~"
The impact sound was very loud.
You can hear it clearly from the rooftop on the sixth floor.
The boys, who were already frightened, became even more frightened after hearing the sound. Each of them seemed to have seen a demon, and their fingers trembled.
They are really scared!
Only the tallest boy among them, with a scar nearly 10 centimeters long on his face, did not tremble despite the fear in his eyes.
"Does anyone remember now?"
The fat man with a fleshy face came back and fiercely questioned the boys in front of him again.
After waiting for less than three seconds, no one stood up to answer his words. In order to force the group of people, the fat man with a sinister face hugged one of the boys again.
This kid was younger than the one before. He was so frightened that he howled like a ghost and kept shouting for the boss to save me.
"etc."
The scarred boy was the leader of this group of boys. He finally stood up at this moment. Under the eyes of the fat man with a fat face, he said slowly: "I know, I know who took your money."
"Would you have said no earlier?"
The fat man with a fleshy face achieved his goal and put down the boy who was crying like a ghost and howling like a wolf. He let the scared boy crawl back to the group of boys.
He walked up to the scarred boy, stared into his eyes and asked, "Who is it?"
"Sanjib." The scarred boy replied.
"Who is Sanjib?" asked the fat man?
"You just threw him off the roof."
The scarred boy's expression was very calm when he answered. There was nothing wrong with his expression at all, but his answer was obviously speculative and clever.
Amir, who was leaning against the door, was amused, with amusement in his eyes.
At Amir's position, no one dared to be clever in front of him. The scar boy's "daringness" actually made Amir interested.
He hadn't met such an interesting boy for a long time, so he waved to the scarred boy and said: "Come here."
The fat man with a sinewy face thought that the boy with the scar was playing tricks on him, and was about to teach him a lesson. When he heard Amir's words, he lowered his raised hand again.
What kind of temper Amir is like, the fat man with his sinister face knows better than anyone else.
Disobeying his orders is terrifying!
The scarred boy also knew what kind of person Amir was and what terrifying energy he had in this city. It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous.
However, he is an ambitious person and knows that if he wants to get ahead, he must do what others dare not do.
Like attracting Amir’s attention!!
Hearing Amir smile and let him pass, the scarred boy knew that his goal was achieved, and strode over without any fear.
Amir saw the ambition in the young man's eyes, as if he saw his former self, and became more interested. He took off his eyes and asked, "What's your name?"
"Farha!" the scarred boy replied.
"Farha?"
Amir's eyes became more interested in the name of a lower-caste person, and he praised: "You are very smart, the smartest boy I have ever seen.
In this era, if you want to survive, you have to use your brain and be smart enough. In this regard, you have done a very good job.
but……"
When Amir said this, his expression changed, and his smile was no longer just sinister.
"Smartness comes with a price. Just being smart is not enough. You must also know how to recognize yourself. If you do something wrong, you must accept punishment."
Amir said, taking out a folding knife from his pocket, pressing the button to release the blade.
He handed the knife over and said: "Take this knife, do it yourself, and cut off two of your fingers. I don't choose, any two will do."
"Why?"
The scarred boy looked at the flashing dagger and did not pick it up immediately.
"Because the boy who stole my money is dead, you said it, and I want someone alive to remind others of the consequences of touching my money, and it can only be done by you. This is the price of being smart.
I suggest you cut off your left hand so that you can still hold a gun. If a smart boy like you can still hold a gun, maybe I won’t be able to use it one day."
In order to turn a person into a moving warning sign, Amir's face was expressionless, without even a trace of mercy, which shows the viciousness of his methods.
The subsequent words he used to seduce the scarred boy further highlighted his control over human nature.
Scar Boy slowly took the knife with his right hand, and then slowly raised his dirty left hand, his eyes full of ambition and fear.
His hands, which seemed to have not been washed for a year, represented his current life.
Dirty, shabby, and not living like a human being.
Born in a country that is one of the poorest in the world but has the highest population density. The most indispensable thing is people. The value of human existence has been infinitely reduced. If you want to get ahead, it is difficult to reach the sky through normal means.
Trading two fingers for an opportunity to climb the ladder, is this deal worth it?
The scarred boy is making crazy trade-offs in his mind!
Just when the boy swallowed his saliva to relieve his overly nervous and dry throat, he breathed a long sigh of relief and decided to block his future with two fingers.
A school officer in military uniform appeared on the rooftop, walked over anxiously and said, "Amir, we lost that kid."
Amir knew what was going on when he heard it, and his face became even more gloomy.
"Smart and lucky boy, you can go, take them and get out."
When the scarred boy heard Amir's words, he was relieved and felt a little uncomfortable at the same time, knowing that he had missed a great opportunity.
With complicated emotions, he returned the dagger, turned around and left the rooftop with his younger brothers.
At the last moment when he stepped into the stairwell, Faha, the scarred boy, turned his head and glanced at Amir, his eyes filled with strong reluctance.
It seems like these are the words written on it: "I must stand out, and I will come back to you."
After sending away the largest group of "boys" in Dhaka, Amir turned his attention back to the colonel and ordered expressionlessly: "Block the entire city immediately, including bridges, highways, train stations, and airports. Block them all.
"
Amir's attitude towards Colonel Dai was as if he was giving orders to his younger brother. He did not take the colonel in front of him, the top leader of the army in Dhaka, seriously.
"That's impossible, Amir."
The colonel shook his head and refused.
Although Bangladesh is a small and big country, Dhaka is its capital after all. This is the face of this small country, so how can it be blocked just by saying it is closed?
When his order was rejected, Amir's face turned dark.
He said coldly: "It's impossible, then make it possible. Do you understand? Colonel, otherwise, you won't be missing just a finger."
The colonel's face became very ugly after being threatened by Amir.
But he didn't dare to refuse again, let alone have any refutation or anger.
"I know how to do it."
No matter how unwilling he was, the colonel could only nod his head and leave.
In this country where the underground order is completely chaotic, no matter how many soldiers the colonel has under his command, he can't do anything to the underground emperor Amir.
Not to mention that the colonel accepted a large amount of bribes from Amir and became a lackey who had to do things for his master.
Even if the colonel has a strong sense of justice and changes his mind and no longer helps others, as long as he dares to say a word "no", he will soon die tragically on the street.
Even all his family members will follow him.
Because the entire Bangladeshi government has been bribed by Amir's money. In this country, Amir's words are more effective than the president's words.
Amir sent someone to clear out the colonel. The high-level council, which had accepted Amir's bribe, would soon send someone else to take over the position vacated by the colonel.
No one will care about the colonel's death, and no one will stand up to investigate the murderer behind the scenes.
This is sad, but it is reality.
As the colonel hurried downstairs and left in his car, soon a large number of troops would swarm every intersection and completely blockade the entire city.
Whether Long Zhan and Taylor can withdraw in time has become unknown.