There was a mobile phone on the table. The mobile phone kept vibrating and making a buzzing sound. Fu Ming stood up, looked at the mobile phone, and then looked at the killer sitting next to the table, who was tied into a rice dumpling.
The mobile phone was found from the killer. Half an hour ago, the mobile phone kept ringing.
Fu Ming picked up the phone and hung up the call for the third time. Xiao Zhuang sat opposite the killer and stared into the killer's eyes.
An hour ago, Fu Ming and his security forces were brought into this house by Xiao Zhuang. Although it looks simple from the outside, the furnishings inside the house are still very good. A large number of weapons and equipment are stored here, and there are even
A small operating room, which made Jack very happy. Both Cat and Mo Bing received good treatment here.
Xu Cheng and Song Jiahao were standing not far behind Fu Ming, ready to kill the killer at any time. Except for them, the members of the security forces and the soldiers of the Shadow Special Forces Brigade had already gone to rest. Even though it was only nine o'clock in the evening local time
Well, the thrilling one or two hours in the past had really made the members of the security forces very tired.
"Tell me about it, friend. Yes, you will die." Fu Ming smiled, "But you can choose the way of death. Say it, you will have a happy result, don't say it... Yes, we are Chinese
, I don’t know if you like history, but I don’t like it anyway. The reason why I don’t like it is very simple. There are many cruel methods in Chinese history, enough to make you spit out what you have eaten.” Fu Ming laughed.
Standing next to the killer.
The phone buzzed again. Fu Ming looked at the number on it and hung up the phone for the fourth time. "Tell me, who is on the other end of the phone." Xiao Zhuang had requested to track the location of the caller, but the signal tracking failed.
It broke off halfway through and had no effect.
Fu Ming threw the phone out with all his strength. The phone fell to the wall and broke into pieces with a snap, and the pieces fell to the ground with a crackle.
The sporadic sounds of gunfire outside the window made the room feel particularly quiet.
Fu Ming rolled his eyes and said, "Family?" He looked at the killer, who had disdain on his face.
"Friend?" Fu Ming continued to ask.
"and, jsoc for short)?"
When he heard the last word, Xiao Zhuang's expression changed obviously, but he still didn't say anything.
The killer was stunned, looking at Fu Ming with fear and surprise in his eyes.
Fu Ming smiled. "Very good, thank you very much for your answer." He picked up an m1911 pistol from the table, pulled the bolt, and loaded the bullet with a click. "I will give you a happy ending." Fu Ming
Ming pointed the muzzle of the gun at the killer's head and pulled the trigger decisively. With a bang, the bullet rotated and drilled a hole in the killer's head, and then flew out from the back of the head. Blood was mixed with broken bones and brain matter.
All over the ground, a huge push pushed the killer who was tied to the chair directly to the ground.
"Fu Ming...he hasn't said anything yet!" When Xiao Zhuang came to his senses, he found that the killer was already on the ground with his limbs twitching.
"He has already told me with his expression. It doesn't matter whether he speaks or not." Fu Ming put away his pistol, "There is no military rank, no national logo, not a government army, American English, standard American tactics and weapons. cia has been
The situation is sluggish, and Maury Sharonte of the Micro Movement Group and the Da Development Group are not that capable. This five-person killer team can only be the special operations team of JSOC." Fu Ming felt like a mirror in his heart, but he did not
He didn't tell Xiao Zhuang all these things.
"Are you sure he is from JSOC?" Xiao Zhuang looked at the young man in front of him with a look of disbelief. JSOC is a special operations organization within the US military with a higher level of confidentiality than CIA. Speaking of CIA,
It is mainly responsible for intelligence activities. Their JSOC is mainly responsible for military operations. This agency is usually directly ordered by the President of the United States to target important targets that pose a threat to the United States as assassinations and attacks. What sophisticated weapons does the U.S. military have?
What kind of weapons does jsoc have? Of course, under normal circumstances, jsoc can determine its own targets for attack and assassination, and even have its own prison, without asking the president for instructions at all.
Such an organization actually wanted to assassinate this young man in his early twenties, and the young man was not harmed at all. You know, in the spring of 2006, jsoc used broadband technology and drones to launch air strikes and destroyed Al Qaeda
In Iraq's network, and in June, it successfully killed Abu Musab al-Kazavi, the leader of Al Qaeda in Iraq.
This figure is the third leader of Al Qaeda, almost on an equal footing with me.
"Fu Ming...who are you?" Xiao Zhuang thought to himself.
"It looks like they are from SEAL Team 6. Fortunately, no fighter jets were sent." Fu Ming sighed deeply. In Damascus, Syria, even jsoc did not dare to be too presumptuous. Even the Chinese military sent special forces here.
Without any statement, the intention of sending soldiers to a country that is on the inside is very obvious to interfere in the country's internal affairs. The Americans will not be so stupid. Sending the plane over will only expose their armed forces in Syria.
Activity.
Fu Ming looked relaxed. He seemed not to be disturbed by this sudden attack, and the target of the attack was also expected. "Song Jiahao, drag him out." Fu Ming pointed to the body on the ground in disgust.
Song Jiahao nodded and just followed Fu Ming's instructions.
Fu Ming took out a cigarette and handed one to Xiao Zhuang. Xiao Zhuang did not refuse. Instead, he took out a cigarette and lit it for Fu Ming. Fu Ming smiled and waved to Xu Cheng, "Come and talk about old times."
Xu Cheng's throat moved, but he still didn't say anything. He walked towards Xiao Zhuang mechanically. Fu Ming pulled over two chairs and the three of them sat down around the table.
"It would be nice if I had some wine." Xiao Zhuang broke the awkward situation, scratched his head and laughed.
"Captain, this is a battlefield." Fu Ming took a few puffs of his cigarette and threw away the butt. "Does it violate discipline to drink here?"
"Discipline?" Xiao Zhangzhang laughed a few times, "Haha, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, so we can't care so much."
Xu Cheng sat on the chair, frowning and saying nothing.
"Old Xu, it's been more than five years. It's been five years since I left the Shadow Brigade and the People's Liberation Army." Although Xiao Zhuang held a cigarette in his hand, he did not take a puff. The long cigarette butt quietly fell on the table.
superior.
Fu Ming looked at these two former comrades, took out his mobile phone, put the earphones into his ears, slowly stood up and walked aside, "Go check on Cat. He should be awake by now." He pressed
After pressing the play button on the music player, the melodious piano music in the headphones made Fu Ming relax. He glanced at the screen. The name of the song was "Whispers of Autumn". This piece was written by Richard Clayderman.
It is as if a girl is whispering softly in the ear, making people immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.
Although Fu Ming knew that Xu Cheng was a member of the special forces of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, for such a long time, no matter how Fu Ming tried to insinuate himself, Xu Cheng still refused to tell him his unit number and special forces codename. As time went by, Fu Ming became too lazy to do so.
Forget it. Suspects don't need to be trusted. Xu Cheng's excellent tactical qualities and precise shooting, coupled with his near-invincible skills, convinced Fu Ming that Xu Cheng was indeed a former member of the special forces. Five years ago,
, Fu Ming met this down-and-out veteran.
He left his private space to his two former comrades, but he slowly walked to the door of a room and opened the door quietly. Jack Davis was guarding Cat's bedside, his head shaking.
He was obviously dozing off. He patted Jack on the shoulder, and Jack suddenly woke up. Just as he was about to draw his gun, he smiled awkwardly when he saw it was his boss.
"Sorry... I fell asleep." During the battle in the evening, Jack kept tightening his grip.
Fu Ming took off his headphones. He hadn't finished listening to the song yet. "How's the situation?"
"It's stable. The Shadow Special Forces provided plasma. It's impossible to stand up in a short time, but it's not life-threatening and there won't be any sequelae. Cat's willpower is very strong. Even with severe blood loss, he didn't pass out. He's asleep now.
Already." Jack sighed and looked at Cat, whose face looked a little better.
"You go and have a rest first. I will stay here and call you if anything happens. Xu Cheng and Xiao Zhuang are in the hall. Don't disturb them." Fu Ming pulled up a chair and sat next to the hospital bed.
"Boss, don't you take a rest?" Jack stood up and stretched. He knew that Fu Ming hadn't had a good rest in the past few days. Everyone was very nervous about the battle just now.
Fu Ming shook his head and plugged in his headphones again. "Go."
Jack nodded, walked out of the room, and closed the door softly.
Fu Ming pulled up the quilt on Cat and checked the blood transfusion status of the plasma bag. "Without you, I would have died."
This move woke Cat up. She opened her eyes drowsily, and then the severe pain in her waist came over her. "Boss?" She looked at the room, "Where are we?"
Fu Ming smiled and said, "It's okay. It's safe now. We met the special forces of country C."
"Where are the others?" Cat bit her lip and did not dare to move at all. Jack did not give her any painkillers.
"Mo Bing was slightly injured, and the others are fine. The ones who attacked us were people from jsoc, and they all died. Xu Cheng seems to have met his old comrades." Fu Ming took off his headphones, "You can't sleep more
Will you let me finish listening to this song later?"
Fu Ming briefly introduced the current situation to Cat. "Rest first. We need to take a long-term approach to deal with the IADC members here. With the Shadow Special Forces here, there is no need to consider safety issues."
"Wait, you mean...Xu Cheng met an old comrade?" Cat couldn't care less about the pain in his body. Women are born with the potential for gossip. Although they knew that Xu Cheng was once a member of the special forces of the People's Liberation Army of Country C, but
Cat still has no idea which special forces unit he belongs to.
Fu Ming nodded, as if he had returned to that night five years ago. "He has been in the company for more than five years, and he came here slightly earlier than Song Jiahao."