The night after autumn has become a little cooler, and this is even more true in areas near the river.

A dilapidated abandoned warehouse by the riverside, some firelight vaguely came from it, as if a homeless man was resting inside. The night wind blew the loose iron sheets on the roof heard the sound of frames, but in this area, it showed a bit gloomy.

"Why haven't they come back yet? They have been doing small things for so long? Don't leave any bad impressions to doubt our ability." A man holding a cigar in his mouth at the door of the warehouse couldn't help but say to his companion next to him.

The unique and freshness of the Italian language also seems to be destructive when spoken by this great man.

"Albert, don't light cigars outside at night, do you want to die of early?" The companion next to the cigar man said to him with some dissatisfaction before answering the other person's words.

Although the abandoned warehouse is surrounded by weeds and the view is not good at such nights, the red mark of the cigar is also quite easy to expose its own position.

Albert heard this cautious reminder from his companion, and couldn't help but laugh with a slight sip of smoke on his face, saying with their Italians' unique proud tone.

"Huh~, you're too careful. The Chinese Empire is extremely cautious in managing guns. And our main players are still here now. Are you still afraid that others will attack? With our overall strength, not to mention ordinary police, even formal soldiers can't do anything to us without using heavy weapons. If you have confidence in your own strength, how can these yellow-skinned sticks be with..."

However, before he finished speaking, a puff of words was completely sealed off the remaining words. The companion who began to complain that he was careful had his entire head burst like a watermelon. The red and white brains splashed his face and wiped out the cigar!

The sudden change made him feel clever. However, before he could speak to the walkie-talkie warning, a spiral bullet cut through the air and drilled straight into the cigar in his mouth. It penetrated into his mouth, penetrated through the back of his head, and lifted up a cover.

The words in his mouth can never be said... The group arrived in Area B within 11 seconds, and the 3rd group was obliquely facing the right 37 degrees to cover the 1st group from......" Hearing the cold voices of the headphones without any emotion, Lucas was obediently acting as required, and he felt a little bit shivering in his heart. How he knew the situation present? Even if there was a satellite structure diagram, he could not grasp everyone's progress...

The other party's performance was somewhat similar to the boss's performance when he was dealing with Gustav Group in Algeria last time, and for some reason. Lucas even felt that this strange formal member's performance was still above the boss at that time!

"How is it possible? The style is similar. Maybe he is the disciple of the boss. Well. A young man with this talent is indeed very likely." After gathering his heart, Lucas ruthlessly rushed into his body, wiping a patrolman's neck that had not yet reacted, and then gently lowered the body.

According to Yang, who is responsible for tactical arrangements this time, in this warehouse environment, if the opponent is an elite shooter who is proficient in pistol shooting, in order to minimize losses, it is necessary to reduce their vitality as much as possible before the opponent can react.

Adopt the method of taking the lead and making every effort to advance, and then taking steady steps after a head-on conflict breaks out.

And our strong action ability has also been exerted by 120% of our strength in Yang's hands!

Everyone's use is maximized! Even under Mr. Mo Wenfu, Lucas did not understand this efficiency!

The grasp of details has reached an outrageous level!

"...The harvesting stage ends and enters the debris stage. Everything takes one's own safety as the highest code of conduct, and advances slowly, and use the combined force to destroy the morale of the other party. 1 group and 3 group directions..." As the instructions in the intercom change, the members of the honeycomb team that have been integrated into the warehouse have adjusted again...

The night wind still blew the loose iron sheet on the roof of the warehouse, but at this moment, there was still a figure dragging a handheld computer on the top of the warehouse.

The fluorescent light on the screen flickered, vaguely revealing his appearance, it was Yang Xiaoyou!

At this time, there is a three-dimensional image of the entire warehouse on the computer screen. His fingers are constantly tugging on it, modifying some of the details, and making corresponding instructions on the walkie-talkie.

In this environment, perhaps joining the battle yourself can provide a strong help, but for the team, it is not as effective as it is at this time. It is inevitable that there will be negligence and paralysis in the game. When the other party is in control of the firearms, the consequence of a Vailu may be the death of several formal members.

Moreover, although the group of Italians are experts in pretentiousness, since they are willing to take on this job, even the fighters have entered the country, it seems that they have full confidence in themselves.

This is not a decision or move that a force that just lost in Tunisia can make. Once it fails, it will add insult to injury. It is impossible to say that the internal part will be disbanded.

The other party should still have a trump card that is enough to bring them such confidence!

I have been secretly observing and not taking off, and I can become a new force at any time to support possible changes!

Under this special operations of this scale, your personal strength is enough to influence the situation.

It’s not difficult to simply eat the other person, but if you want to eat it without damage, you will have to spend more time.

Then Yang Xiaoyou closed the computer, took two steps casually, and jumped down from the iron space caused by the night wind... Where did a group of killing gods come out? Who did we provoke here just now?! Could it be the relevant government departments? Damn it!" Holding a gun and hiding behind the cover, Bardoromai's face was so gloomy that water was almost dripping from it.

He grabbed the contact interval between the secret whistle, and one-third of the people were silently dealt with in such a short time! This kind of experience was something he had never encountered before!

I have never encountered such a passive situation when I negotiated with the Mexican drug lords in person before!

If the brothers hadn't had the accurate shooting skills and relying on various internal bunkers to fight back, the others would have collapsed long ago!
Chapter completed!