Victor Zakhaev really smashed the walkie-talkie this time. The plan was completely messed up. Everything was messed up that night, including the Elysee Palace, the President of the United States, the release of the virus, and several tasks.
Not a single thing was completed.
On the other side of the Seine River not far from the Eiffel Tower, armed helicopters were encircling and suppressing the people they sent to respond.
He now regrets not listening to Makarov's advice. He should use all his strength to complete one of them instead of thinking about wanting them all.
There is no regret medicine in the world. This principle is the same everywhere. Although he was very reluctant, Victor calmed down and gave the order, "Now detonate those viruses and then retreat."
The people in the subway are just porters. They have no authority to open the storage tanks containing the virus. They must enter the password. However, what these people don't know is that these storage devices have entered a countdown and will automatically open and release after the countdown is over.
There is a remote control device controlled by Victor.
Although it is no longer possible to meet the original expectations, it can still cause a lot of trouble to France.
It was extremely depressing that it had been planned for such a long time, paid such a high price, and only caused some trouble for France in the end.
One of his subordinates took out a tactical terminal similar to Xu Chuan's. It showed the countdown of the storage device, which was less than five minutes, but Victor didn't plan to wait any longer.
Just when he was about to enter the password to remotely open the program to release the virus, a 7.62×51 M118LR sniper bullet flew over from a location 600 meters away and accurately hit his chest. Victor was directly hit by the impact.
Hit the ground.
"Sniper." The men standing aside shouted. A group of people gathered around Victor who was lying on the ground, shooting blindly towards the location where the gunfire came from. One of them grabbed Victor.
Multiple tactical vests drag people to the back of cars.
"Hit the target on the right chest and fell to the ground." Lutz, who was sitting cross-legged on the roof of the car and acted as both an observer and a stand, reported the results of the shooting to Rem.
Rem pulled the bolt of the M24 to eject a cartridge case, "The target should not be dead." Years of experience allowed Rem to feel that the opponent was wearing a body armor and had a high level of protection the moment he hit it.
The Army's M24 SWS and the Marine Corps' M40A1 both use the Remington 700 system, so the bolt and receiver systems look almost the same, except that silencers cannot be installed.
However, in order to be able to use .300 Winchester-Manange ammunition in the future, the M24 has a relatively long receiver, which also results in a relatively long bolt stroke. Many shooters who are used to the ordinary Remington 700 do not like its excessive length.
As for the bolt stroke, if you follow the original operating habits, you may accidentally pull it out of position, resulting in the inability to load the gun.
The .300 Winchester-Manange cartridge was not realized until the M2010 ESR. More than 20 years have passed since the M24 was equipped in 1988.
In order to ensure the first hit, Rem did not choose to aim at the head, but chose the chest position where it was easier to hit. Unexpectedly, Victor was so careful.
He quickly manually loaded another bullet in his hand into the chamber, pushed the bolt to load, aimed at the second target on the side, and steadily pulled the trigger. The bullet accurately passed through the thick tactical terminal and hit the target.
abdomen.
"Hit the torso and fell to the ground."
"My target is the tactical terminal." Rem ejected the cartridge case again, stood up and jumped off the roof of the car.
Lutz asked the reason in confusion, "I don't know, I just think it's not a good thing. Let's destroy it first." Having fought many wars, sometimes the judgment of the target's threat level has become instinctive. This kind of thing is very difficult.
Difficult to explain clearly.
Several people quickly got into the car and drove out quickly towards the south without even turning on the lights.
Although I thought it would be impossible for those people to catch up, the commercial vehicle still drove very fast to be on the safe side.
"Fuck, R, slow down and don't drive into the river. I don't want to bathe in the Seine." R's real name is Leonard Ricci, a former member of the Italian Army's special forces.
The people in Koko's team come from more diverse backgrounds than Umbrella.
Victor sat up from the ground, leaned on the front wheel of the car, and patted the four-level bulletproof plate on his chest. Fortunately, it was installed, otherwise he would be a corpse now.
"Retreat first." The gunshots just now must have alerted the French on the other side of the river. Although the fighting there was more intense, this burst of rapid gunfire was enough to attract the attention of the military.
"Victor, the control system is broken." His deputy came over with the remains of the tactical terminal. There was a big hole in the screen from a bullet. It must be unusable.
"Evacuate, the countdown doesn't last long." Victor's face was gloomy. All his plans were almost ruined. If he didn't leave, he might not be able to leave.
On the other side, Xu Chuan finally waited for the news about Nikita. He didn't ask too much, he just made sure that she was fine. The matter between her and Michael was too deep, so it would be better to know less details.
Exchanging glances with Swager, both of them were wearing RAID attire and walking in different directions in tacit agreement. They wore dark uniforms and black tactical vests. There were many people wearing this kind of attire, and it was easy to blend in among them.
Falme and others have also treated the wounds. Only Willy's gunshot wound was more serious, but fortunately it was just a ricochet and did not cause serious damage. The bullet was taken out and the wound was sutured and everything was fine.
After greeting them covertly, several people understood what it meant. Taking advantage of the fact that most people now thought they were a secret service team, they retreated quickly, otherwise Durand might actually be needed to fish for people in the end.
It is impossible to drive. We can only walk through the French blockade. This is actually very easy. Although they have blocked nearby streets, due to the well-known manpower problem, they have only blocked nearby intersections, even for mobile people.
There is no patrol team, so it is too easy to sneak out in this situation.
The French are also very helpless. The last reserves have been invested here. All the military forces near Paris have been almost exhausted. Other support is still on the way. With the current manpower, it still needs to be carried out to completely block Paris.
Combat is basically impossible.
Xu Chuan easily walked into a nearby shopping mall. The security guard inside had already disappeared. He took two pieces of clothes and found a dressing room to change into. He found a big bag to carry his clothes.
Go, and then leave calmly like a customer who has finished shopping in the mall.