In the darkness, Kuroda slapped his palm on the coffee table with an angry expression. He then took a deep breath and secretly calmed down his irritable mood. He knew that the task here was not over yet, and he had to keep a calm mind.
He raised the half of the cigar held between the fingers of his left hand, stared at the dark brown cigar and murmured to himself: "No wonder George and I didn't take down the Falcon Base together, it turned out that these bastards were causing trouble there!
The falcons in this falcon base have long been in contact with the leopard people."
As he spoke, he raised the cigar in his hand to his mouth and took a deep puff. Then he leaned his back against the back of the sofa, looked at the ceiling with a livid face, and then opened his mouth and puffed out with a "pop" sound.
There was a puff of blue smoke, which seemed to be venting the depression in my heart.
At this time, he had concluded that there must be Leopard members in the Falcon Base, otherwise the two snipers who fled into the forest would not have been able to escape the pursuit of Black Snake and several Black Hawk snipers.
The few people who rescued the two snipers must be from Huabao! No matter how powerful the instructors at the Falcon Base are, they would not be able to deal with snipers like Black Snake who have rich jungle combat experience in a dense forest with such complex terrain.
Hands. Only those elusive Leopards have such powerful skills.
In the darkness, Kuroda looked up at the green smoke that filled the air in front of him. He cursed to himself: "These bastards are simply my nemesis, Kuroda. I will meet them wherever I go!"
At this time, Fujii informed Asamiya, who was thousands of kilometers away. As soon as he hung up the phone and turned around, he heard Kuroda talking to himself. A look of panic immediately appeared on his face, and he quickly said
He turned around and opened the curtains to look out into the dark mountains.
He is Kuroda's confidant and the old man of Yamaguchi Security. Although he has not personally fought against the Chinese Leopards, he already knows how ferocious the Leopards are.
Now, Kuroda's muttering to himself in the darkness immediately gave him a creepy feeling. He was afraid that the members of that mysterious army would suddenly emerge from the darkness.
He hurriedly glanced out the window, then quickly lowered the curtains and looked at Kuroda and said: "Boss, it doesn't seem safe here. I suggest you change places immediately. I feel that those leopard people may follow here. These people are so elusive.
, It’s too scary!” As he said that, he raised his hand and put the phone into his pocket, and placed his right hand on the handle of the pistol at his waist.
Hearing Fujii's trembling voice, Kuroda immediately showed a nervous look on his face. He raised a pistol on the coffee table with his right hand. He nervously glanced at the window blocked by thick curtains.
There was a flash of fire in his eyes. He stared at the panicked Fujii and shouted angrily: "This is far away from China and the Falcon Base. They will follow here. What are you making such a fuss about?"
At this moment, there was a burst of rapid footsteps outside the door, followed by a report. Fujii saw Kuroda's stern look, and he quickly walked to the door and shouted: "Come in!"
Following the shouting, the door was pushed open. Hasegawa, who was in charge of the operation, had already walked in with the dusty operation team leader Nakamura.
When Fujii saw the two people walking in, he immediately closed the door and said, "You guys are back. The boss is waiting for you." As he said that, he secretly touched Nakamura's arm with his elbow to remind him to be careful when speaking.
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Hasegawa and Nakamura quickly walked to the coffee table and stood at attention. Both of them looked very nervous, and their eyes couldn't help but stare at Kuroda's right hand holding the pistol.
Fujii quickly closed the door and walked to the two of them. He looked at Hasegawa and asked in a low voice: "There are no tails to follow, right?" Hasegawa immediately replied in a low voice: "No, the pursuers have been led away by two local team members.
, now they are chasing towards the city."
Fujii breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Hasegawa's answer, but then he ordered into the microphone next to his mouth: "No. 1, No. 3 and the security posts on the top of the building will closely monitor the movements on the mountain road." After that, he
Then he walked to the side of the coffee table and looked at Kuroda.
The dim room was filled with an aura of tension. Kuroda sat motionless on the sofa, his right hand still holding the pistol on the coffee table, his eyes fixed on the dark pistol on the coffee table. His whole body was as motionless as a statue.
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When Fujii saw Kuroda lowering his head and saying nothing, he quickly and carefully whispered: "Boss, Hasegawa has been ordered to bring Nakamura back." As he said that, he took a step across to stand next to the single person Kuroda was sitting on.
Beside the sofa, he was afraid that Kuroda's anger would burn him.
As soon as Fujii finished speaking, Kuroda suddenly raised his head. He stared at Nakamura standing in front of the coffee table with a livid face, and roared like thunder: "You bastard, you still have the nerve to come back alive. Those two men under you
Where is this person?" As he roared, he grasped the handle of the pistol with his right hand, and then raised it towards Nakamura.
When Nakamura heard Kuroda's roar, his face suddenly turned pale, and the muscles on his face became distorted at this moment. He raised his right hand with a ferocious expression and pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist.
He stared at Kuroda with blood-red eyes and said loudly in r-slang: "Report to the boss, I, Nakamura, am not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death! If the operation fails, I don't want to come back alive. I just want to report the situation to you personally when I come back this time.
"If you want to kill me now, then I will do it myself." As he spoke, he held the handle of the dagger tightly with both hands, raised the dagger and thrust it into his abdomen!
Hasegawa, who was standing next to him, was shocked. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Nakamura's wrist. He looked at Kuroda and said hastily: "Boss, Nakamura is not afraid of death!" After saying that, he grabbed Nakamura's arm and held it.
His body turned around.
In the dim light, the camouflage uniform on Nakamura's back had been dyed red with blood, and the cracks torn by bullets were shocking! Hasegawa looked at Kuroda with some excitement and said: "Boss, Nakamura is among the enemy.
He had a chance to escape after fighting his way out. His two brothers had already been killed by the enemy's ambushed soldiers before the operation started!"
When Nakamura heard Hasegawa defending him, he turned around suddenly, his pale face suddenly turned red, and his chest heaved violently in excitement.
He stared at Kuroda with blood-red eyes and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Boss, we were ambushed. The boy who provided you with information must be a traitor! As soon as we entered the action position, we were surrounded by opponents who suddenly emerged.
I fought my way out just to inform you of this situation. The boy who provided the information must be a traitor, and our assassination plan has long been grasped by our opponents!"