"What? Are you sure it's true?" An anxious voice came from the other side of the phone
"Yes, boss, they were all killed by knives directly across their necks, and they didn't seem to show any signs of resistance. As for the bomb, didn't the military counselor say that ordinary experts can't deal with it? But this bomb was actually defused.
It’s turned into various parts and placed here!”
"Could it be that we have really met a master? But the strength of the military counselor is there. It seems that we have really met a master. Come back quickly. It is too dangerous there. I want to inform everyone not to point your guns at people.
, it’s too difficult to solve if someone loses his life. Hey, did you hear me? Hey, hey!”
"I heard it. It seems that the planner of your operation is that military advisor. By the way, tell him for me. I will go find him later." Jeff sneered.
"You, what did you do to my men?" The voice on the phone sounded a little anxious.
"You will go to the same place with them in a while, don't worry"
After finishing speaking, Jeff ignored the shouts of "Hey, hello" that kept coming from the walkie-talkie, and stepped on the walkie-talkie to pieces.
At this moment, Jeff is no longer an ordinary person. At this moment, he has completely degenerated into the God of Death. There is no mercy for life in his cold eyes, only killing, endless killing.
Perhaps it was because Jeff had been troubled by dreams for a long time. This time, his murderous intention was so strong that he couldn't even control himself. Although he was originally jealous of evil, his desire to kill has never been as strong as it is today.
Climbing all the way up the stairs, Jeff had already solved dozens of terrorists. Although the resistance he encountered was fierce, Jeff still didn't feel too much pressure. After all, this was a qualitative gap in strength and it was impossible to pass.
Jeff, who had made up for the loss in numbers, was also secretly guessing about the identity of the boss and the military advisor. These two people were the real leaders. However, it seemed that they did not convey the news of the invasion, otherwise the patrolling men would not be so undisciplined.
On the top floor, in a conference room hall, a group of trembling hostages were lying on the ground waiting for the final verdict.
"Military advisor, are we just going to watch our brothers die like this?" A strong man in his 30s said to a man who had lost an arm and a leg.
The disabled person stared at the monitor for a while and sighed: "I didn't want to do this either. I originally wanted to get the last vote for my brothers and then stopped. I didn't expect that such a mess would happen. It's not like you don't know your subordinates."
The ability of those people, they are a bunch of rabble. If they know that someone, and a very powerful person, has come in, they will shake the morale of the army without making the matter bigger. This is very detrimental to our actions. Our main force is here.
"Layer, I have already contacted them. Although they are definitely masters in the military, as special forces members, they must have a way to solve the problem."
The strong man shook his head helplessly and said, "That's all we have to do, military advisor, it all depends on you and your brothers!"
After ascending to the eighth floor, Jeff clearly felt pressure, extraordinary pressure. When he saw the evasive and shooting postures of several people on the other side, he immediately got a message: These people were professional soldiers. From their body shapes,
, it can be seen that everyone seems to be injured to some extent, because they do not move very smoothly. It is precisely because of this that Jeff has a chance to fight back. Now the only thing he can do is to compete with the opponent for speed and speed.
technology
The sound of the pistol equipped with a silencer was not loud, but it accurately hit the place where Jeff wanted to hit. This was not a fatal injury, but it would definitely not make the opponent feel better. At least the opponent had temporarily lost his combat effectiveness and was casually injured.
After a few gunshots, several big guys lay down
Looking at the heroic performance on the monitor, the military advisor's face turned ugly. He said to the boss: "Immediately gather all the remaining people to the top floor. It seems that I underestimated the opponent's preparations on the top floor.
Micro-helicopter, please leave quickly. I'm sorry for everyone. It's me who's dragging everyone down!"
The middle-aged man's expression became very determined: "Who does the military advisor think I am? Although I am not a hero, I also know that I must repay kindness. I took my life from the military advisor, so naturally I will
Return it to the military advisor. Since the military advisor wants to fight with him, I will accompany you no matter what!"
The military advisor smiled bitterly: "Since you have said so, I can't advise you anymore. We were all fighting for our lives back then. Although this life was temporarily saved, it is no different from death, good brother.
I didn’t admit you wrong!”
As the two men cherished each other, all the kidnappers from the ninth to twelfth floors gathered around the hall, and the wide hall immediately became a little crowded.
"Military advisor, why do you want everyone to come here?" the middle-aged man asked.
The military strategist replied: "You have also seen that when he killed our brothers, he would kill them one by one, and he would definitely hide immediately after he succeeded. This is very disadvantageous to us, but if we are with the hostages, he will use the enemy's weapon.
, naturally I don’t dare to take action, but I want to see who this person is and how capable he is."
While the two were talking, Jeff had already started his torture work. For these terrorists, especially those who were soldiers, Jeff hated the disease deeply. In his mind, the military has always been a noble profession. Now these
No matter where people come from, they are all stigmatized by the word "soldier"
"Be honest, and maybe I will spare your life!" Jeff threatened in a devilish and charming voice.
However, there was no reply from those people. Their eyes were full of stubbornness. Before Jeff had time to execute him, they had collectively bitten their tongues and committed suicide.
"Damn, there are tough guys every year, but there are so many this year!" Jeff said to himself depressedly
These people look like they have been trained masters for a long time. From the calluses on their fingers, you can see how rigorous training they have received. It would be great if they died in a battle to win glory for the country. Jeff couldn't bear it.
sigh
When he climbed to the ninth floor, he immediately found that there was no human presence here, which made him a little depressed. It was not that there was no one to kill, but that this situation made him a little uneasy. After all, he didn't know what the other person was thinking.
"Is this psychological warfare?" Jeff smiled at the hidden camera and continued walking up.
The middle-aged man's face immediately turned pale: "Military advisor, the cameras in this hospital should be very hidden. Is this a coincidence?"
The military advisor said seriously: "It's definitely not a coincidence. Alas, it seems we may really have to stay here this time."
On the twelfth floor, Jeff was not hiding, because after he climbed the stairs, he quickly discovered the place where the other party gathered, which was of course also the place where the hostages were held.
Jeff disarmed himself and shouted inside: "I want to talk to your leader. I hope it won't be too stiff. By the way, don't hurt the hostages."
The military advisor smiled and said: "This man does have some courage. You guys go and bring him over. Don't let him come in with weapons."
After a frivolous search, Jeff finally arrived in the hall. The guns pointed at him all around made him feel a little guilty, but he still pretended to be calm.
Looking at the highly disabled middle-aged man in front of him, Jeff said seriously: "You are probably the so-called strategist."
"Oh? How can you see it?"
Jeff smiled and said: "First of all, no one around you gave me the impression that you are very smart. As a military strategist, you must have courage and brains. There is no fear in your eyes, and they are shining with the light of wisdom. Except for you, you naturally have no one."
Others can take on the responsibility of military advisor. In addition, the few people I met just now on the eighth floor must be special arms of a certain army in our country, and they may even be soldiers who have participated in the war; and you, a disabled person,
But you are sitting in a standard military posture. Even I have to admire your perseverance."
The military advisor smiled and said: "You are right. I am indeed their military advisor and the planner of this operation. I made the bomb, purchased the guns and ammunition, and I also arranged the kidnapping. Follow you."
If you surrender, can you let them go? After all, they have not directly harmed anyone, and many people have died in your hands. I believe you are not willing to get any more blood?"
Jeff looked at the trembling hostages lying on the floor and said with a smile: "First of all, I must let you know the fact that I am not acting with the government departments. I can't make the decision, but I do want to hear what you have to say.
Reason, what makes you think I will let these people go?"
"You are a soldier, and you are also the most professional soldier. Of course, compared to you, I am much worse. I am just a waste that was eliminated from the fifth category of troops, and you, at least, are the elites from the fifth category of troops. I have no
Wrong?"
Although Jeff guessed the identity of the other party, he was still a little sad when he said it himself: "The most elite soldier trained by the country actually became a kidnapper. This is simply the biggest joke. You think because of the same origin,
Is it possible for me to let them go? That’s ridiculous! On the contrary, I want to eliminate the cancer for the team and will never allow you to insult this name again.”
The military advisor smiled bitterly and said: "So what if they are from the fifth category of troops? They have to eat and live. Don't tell me that I can be independent and self-reliant. What else can a group of children who have been trained by militarization since childhood do besides killing? Especially
What else do you expect them to do after they fought hard for the country and became disabled and abandoned?"
(This volume is finished, continue with the fifth volume, and continue coding...)