The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Chapter 624 It's All Details!specialized! (seeking a monthly ticket)

The three of Long Zhan and his party came out of the house, and there were two cars prepared for them outside—the third-generation Mercedes-Benz E-Class and Toyota Camry.

These two cars, despite their dilapidated appearance, were instrumental in the action.

There are two in total.

The first is to send Long Zhan and the others to join Taylor, wait for Taylor to join the terrorists who kidnapped the hostages, and follow them secretly to find the lair.

The second is the fishing boat evacuation point used to quickly transfer to the river after the successful rescue of the hostages.

There were already specific arrangements in the pre-move meeting. As for how to allocate the two cars in front of him, Long Zhan didn't have any communication with Gaetan, the person in charge of Group A, and walked straight to the Mercedes-Benz E-Class on the left.

Bangladesh used to be a colony of the Commonwealth of Nations, and many customs have been used since then.

British vehicles are right-hand drive, and this second-hand Mercedes-Benz E-Class from Bangladesh is also right-hand drive.

It is the opposite of the left-hand drive car in the United States.

Fortunately, Long Zhan has learned special driving, and he can perfectly control the left and right rudders.

Long Zhan first opened the trunk of the car, opened the floor, and was going to take out the spare tire and throw it away, and then put the travel bag with equipment in it.

It turned out that the spare tire had already been taken out, and the travel bag could be put in directly.

Go back to the cab to start the vehicle, take out a can of energy drink and drink it in advance, which is to replenish in advance and reduce the burden on the body.

Throwing the empty can out the car window, kicking the gas pedal out of the yard gate.

Gaetan followed closely behind in his Toyota.

The streets in Dhaka are very crowded, and the street location chosen by the kidnappers is outside the central market, so it would take a little time to stop and go all the way.

It was already half an hour after arriving at the meeting point.

"Fortunately, we arrived in time."

Long Zhan parked the car on the side of the alley, in an inconspicuous location, and raised his hand to look at the Casio on his wrist. There were still 6 minutes before the meeting.

The time card is fine.

Looking forward through the front windshield, the average height of men is only 1 meters, and the Bangladeshi people are particularly dark-skinned as Asians.

Wearing shoes, the height is infinitely close to 1 meters, and Taylor, who has white skin, stands out from the crowd and is particularly eye-catching.
Long Zhan saw it with a glance.

Taylor was sitting at a table in a street food bar, eating something on the table, too far away for Long Zhan to see clearly.

From the corner of his eye, he kept scanning the left and right ends of the street, secretly observing every car and everyone passing by.

The kidnapper Taylor was waiting for hadn't arrived yet, so Long Zhan sat in the car and did not move. Although the two people in Group A were not in the car, they got out of the car to observe in a hidden corner, and did not go up to negotiate with Taylor.

Time passed by, and the sun rose higher and higher.

In a blink of an eye, it came to 12:03.

Three minutes had passed since the agreed meeting time at 12:3 noon, and the kidnapper hadn't appeared yet, so Long Zhan frowned.

"Could it be that they are still planning to play tricks? Readers are just a bunch of rabble, it is impossible to be so cautious, is there something wrong?"

While Long Zhan was thinking in secret, there was finally a different movement on the crowded street, a van with a blue body and a yellow roof appeared——

The 3rd generation Mitsubishi Delica, L300 small van made in Taiwan.

The color of this car is a bit conspicuous, and all the windows are tightly sealed. Long Zhan's sixth sense tells it that there must be something wrong with this car.

Immediately adjusted his state, turned his attention, and started the car to be ready to keep up at any time.

at the same time.

"Drip drip..."

Tyler's cell phone rang.

Both the mobile phone and the card were bought specifically for the mission, and I only called the kidnapper before leaving to tell him that the money was ready.

However, detailed arrangements had been made before the operation. It was impossible for Nicole and other members of her party to call at this time to prevent the phone from being busy and missing the call from the terrorists.

In this way, the person who may call can only be a kidnapped terrorist.

Taylor made a quick analysis and came up with the result. His eyes changed and he was highly focused. He immediately picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Did you see the laundromat across the street? Go over there and stand at the door."

The kidnapper on the phone made a new request, and Taylor checked that there was indeed a laundromat opposite, got up while answering the phone and walked over according to the request.

As soon as he reached the door of the laundry shop, two Bangladeshi men rushed out of the house.

They stared fiercely at Taylor, with rifles in their hands.

Before Taylor had time to raise his hand to express his innocence, there was the sound of brake pads behind him. He turned around and found a blue van had stopped.

The side-sliding car door was opened from the inside, and there were also two guns pointed at him inside the car.

"Welcome to Dhaka."

The leader sitting in the co-pilot looked proudly at the two men in the laundry, and the two immediately rushed over to control Taylor.

One is in charge of binding the hands, the other is in charge of wearing the headgear, and the movements are very skillful.

It was done easily in less than three seconds and Taylor was pushed into the van.

Taylor did not make any resistance during the whole process, because he knew that this was an indispensable link in order to reach the terrorist's hometown.

The employees of the laundry and the people nearby did not panic when they saw Taylor, a foreigner, being kidnapped in the street.

It seems to be used to it!
Apart from pointing and chatting curiously, no one thought this matter was serious, and no one called the police or anything.

After the van started to leave and disappeared again, calm was quickly restored in front of the laundry shop.

It was as if the kidnapping scene just now had never happened.

From the reaction of the people, we can see how serious the chaos in Dhaka is. Even if someone is tied up in the street, no one will stand up.

Long Zhan and Gaetan, who were hiding in the dark, did not move after witnessing this scene.

It's just that after the van started to leave, he also got on the car and started the car to follow, hanging behind not far or near along the way.

The terrorist who came to meet him was of average ability, just a standard street gangster.

They didn't have any anti-reconnaissance awareness at all, and they didn't realize that there was a tail hanging behind them at all. They specially covered Taylor with a hood, and this action of not wanting to expose the lair had lost its proper effect.

He didn't even have a basic detour inspection and tailgate, and drove straight all the way back to his hometown.

"Is this a slum in Dhaka?"

The van detoured out of the city center and came to an even more dilapidated area, and finally stopped outside a 1-story, dilapidated mud-brick house.

Long Zhan really couldn't figure it out, the subordinates of the biggest drug dealer in Bangladesh lived in such a bad way.

The war-torn civilians in Iraq and Afghanistan also live in better houses than here.

In addition to sigh.

There is nothing less to do.

After the terrorist pressed Taylor, who was wearing a hood, to get out of the car and enter the house, Long Zhan also started his pre-battle preparations.

First, he circled the car along the street and parked behind a house next to the terrorist's lair.

Then the rifle and pistol were quickly disassembled, and each part that was disassembled was carefully inspected to confirm that there was no problem with each part.

Then remove the bullets in the magazine for a few rounds, and check whether the base and the bullet interface are normal.

It mainly depends on whether it is damp, water ingress, etc.

Finally, put the bullet back into the magazine, put the magazine back on the gun, pull the trigger to load the bullet, and then half-pull the trigger to expose the inner chamber to confirm whether the position of the bullet in the chamber is normal.

After a series of preparations were completed, Long Zhan got out of the car and looked for a suitable assault point nearby.

Weapons are the lives of soldiers on the battlefield. Once something goes wrong at a critical moment, such as a jamming failure, it is very fatal.

It is likely to be counter-killed by the enemy.

The two guns used by Long Zhan were just bought from a black market weapon dealer, so their performance and status are completely unknown.

In order to ensure that the two guns will not go wrong, careful inspection before use is a must.

For ordinary people, it is very time-consuming to disassemble and reassemble the two guns, and carefully check the parts one by one in the middle.

But for Long Zhan, who has been playing with guns for more than 10 years, it is even smoother and easier than eating and drinking.

The whole preparation process seems to be very long. In fact, it only took two or three minutes from the beginning of the operation to the final disembarkation of Long Zhan.

Long Zhan finished the gun preparations, got out of the car and started looking for the best entry point.

Tyler was tied up with a hood by the terrorists, and was just sent to the second floor of the three-story house. He took off the hood and started face-to-face with the big boss.

There were more than a dozen terrorists inside, including a hooded child.

Everyone has a gun in their hand.

If the first floor is also guarded by terrorists, it means that there are more than 20 armed terrorists in this small three-story building.

If you don't have a few hard brushes in your hands, it is simply impossible to save people from here.

"What? Didn't you bring the money? Do we look like we're joking? We're kidnapping. Where's the money? Give us the money."

The leader pointed a gun at Taylor with a very angry expression on his face.

He thought Taylor would bring the money with him, but he just came over naked, which annoyed him very much.

Facing the pistol pointed at himself, Taylor said without blushing and heartbeat: "Show me the person first, I need to make sure he is still alive."

Make sure the hostage is still alive, determine the location of the hostage, and collect as much intelligence about the enemy as possible.

To get these three things done is the purpose of Taylor's risky cooperation with being kidnapped here, instead of really coming here with a ransom to pay.

Through the negotiation time between the two parties, Taylor was able to remember everything in the house in his mind and prepare for returning to this place to save people.

This is also due to the limited intelligence collection. It is impossible to know where the hostages are trapped and how many guns and people the enemy has, so they have to take risks.

"Give me the money, give me the money."

The leader stared at his red eyes, and the pistol in his hand fluttered to press further.

"You know, it's impossible."

Taylor was unmoved, and made a request: "Only if you prove to me that the child is fine, I will cooperate with you and let your people follow me back to get the money. Do you understand..."

A long-haired terrorist took a puff of an old cigarette, and provocatively leaned over to spit it on Taylor's face, interrupting Taylor's words.

The other terrorists in the room, including the leader, laughed sarcastically when they saw Taylor's embarrassment that he could only turn his head to hide because of the smoke.

Hearing the laughter of his companions, the long-haired terrorist became more and more proud.

With a wild laugh on his face, he took another big puff, and leaned over to spit in Tyler's face again.

As a result, he missed this time.

The head has just been stretched over, and I haven't had time to vomit.

"Crack~"

Taylor raised his hand and slapped him backhand, and slapped him on the face with great precision, with a very clear voice, and snatched all the cigarettes along the way.

The wrists were bound by large plastic straps, which did not affect Taylor's movements in the slightest.

Taylor's sudden attack startled the dozen or so terrorists in the house, and they raised their guns nervously.

The leader took a step forward and put the pistol on Taylor's chin.

He originally wanted to put it on his forehead, so that it would be more imposing and prestigious, but the height gap between the two sides is too big, and they have to raise their hands to point to their chins.

Standing there, Taylor, who was wearing shoes at a height of 1.9 meters, was more than a head taller than all the people in the room.

It must be false to say that terrorists are not afraid.

Facing the gunpowder-smelling atmosphere of swords and crossbows, Taylor calmly put the snatched cigarette into his mouth, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled towards the leader.

He said slowly: "Listen, I can see that you guys are very professional in kidnapping, so let's stop doing this useless thing and get straight to business, okay?"

Taylor praised the professionalism of the terrorists, which is considered to be a step down for the other party.

It's a pity that the other party didn't appreciate it!

"OK, let's get down to business."

The leader's face was ugly when Taylor smoked, and he raised the gun over his head in an extremely awkward posture, and the muzzle of the gun was on Taylor's head.

Put on a posture that I want to do a real job, which is to blow your head off immediately.

However, Taylor's face remained unchanged, and he did not make any moves to evade or attack, as if it was just a toy gun on his forehead.

He just stared at the boss until the boss pulled the trigger yellowishly.

"click~"

The gun went off!
No bullets were fired, Taylor was not headshot, just the sound of the gun bolt.

"Hahaha."

After pulling the trigger, the boss retracted the gun and laughed nervously.

The other terrorists in the room also put down their guns and laughed loudly with the leader, the tense atmosphere in the room suddenly disintegrated.

The leader laughed and said in astonishment: "Bastard, you are really powerful. I shot you in the head, but you didn't even blink your eyes. Dude, are you crazy? Are you not afraid of death?"

"There's no magazine in it, why should I be afraid?"

Taylor took a puff of his cigarette, with a look of merit and fame hidden in his expression.

As an elite from the SEALs, Taylor is familiar with most of the guns on the market, not to mention the classic old gun Colt M1911.

The M1911 held by the terrorist leader has a way to judge whether it has a magazine.

In order to facilitate the removal of the magazine from the gun, the magazine bottom plate of the M1911 extends forward by two or three millimeters, so that even if the magazine is stuck in the grip, the magazine can be pulled out with fingers.

The gun held by the leader was right in front of him, and Taylor could clearly see that there was no protruding magazine bottom plate under the grip of the gun.

What is a professional?

This is!
If there were really bullets in this gun, I'm afraid Taylor's reaction would be different. In order to survive, he could only act in advance.

There are two ventilation windows on the left side of the house, which are not covered by anything.

Taylor believes that as long as he makes an action inside the house, the cover team snipers and Long Zhan outside the house will help him as soon as possible.

and so.

In fact, whether there is a bullet in the chamber or not, it will not make Taylor panic.

The terrorist leader originally wanted to tease Taylor, but he didn't expect Taylor to pretend to be a jerk, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"The nonsense is over, it's time to get down to business."

After the leader finished speaking with a blank face, he closed his gun and walked over to Taylor's right, came to a door behind him, opened the door and walked in.

This room belongs to the hall compartment, and the combined area is only two to three square meters.

There was only a chair in the center of the chair. The clothes and trousers tied to the chair were full of stains, but it was still vaguely recognizable as branded goods, and there was a man with a black head on his head.

"Hey, kid, I'm here again, come here, show your face, what a handsome guy..."

The leader muttered to himself, walked over and took off the hood, revealing a gagged face full of despair and childishness.

"Okay, it's over, good night."

Forcibly breaking the boy's face and looking at the door, the leader put on the hood again, then walked out and locked the door again.

During the whole process, Taylor's eyes were bright, and he seized the time to look at everything and collect useful information.

It was confirmed that the person in the house was the hostage Ove, and was held alone in a separate house, and there was no one guarding him with a gun.

Taylor's expression became more and more relaxed.

It is confirmed that the hostage is still alive, which is the most important information point.

The mental state of the hostage seems to be good, no blood can be seen on his body, and he can be sure that he has not been tortured. Then when he is rescued and retreats, the hostage can walk by himself without carrying it on his back, which can greatly reduce the difficulty of rescue.

In the end, the hostages were held in separate compartments, so that no matter how fierce the beating outside was, it would not affect the compartment.

In this way, Taylor can free his hands and feet to do his best in the next rescue, without worrying about accidentally injuring the hostages during the battle.

With these three key pieces of information as a guarantee, Taylor has enough confidence in the rescue operation.

"You have seen the evidence. Whether you can bring him back alive depends on your next performance. You'd better not play tricks with me, otherwise..."

The leader came out of the house, came to Taylor, threatened fiercely, then raised his hand, and immediately two younger brothers came up.

It's still a familiar action.

Put the black hood on Taylor again, so that he could not know the specific location of the hostages, and then pressed Taylor together, preparing to leave here and go back to get the money.

Taylor had already got the answer he wanted, and he didn't say anything during the whole process.

Cooperating very well with the terrorist's actions, the two of them left the room under pressure, and then walked down the corridor and down the stairs to the first floor.

On the first step down the stairs, the two terrorists did not notice that Taylor had already put his hands in position.

Always be ready for a strapless pose!
(End of this chapter)