Sha Qing

After nearly 20 minutes, twelve police cars whistled with screaming whistle. FBI commandos wearing city combat suits and body armor, holding charge / submachine guns jumped out of the car, surrounded by the enemy. This quiet old warehouse.

After the police closed the no-go zone, an ordinary Ford car drove slowly and stopped at an old building 100 meters away. The man in the driver's seat wore a dark gray hooded sweatshirt, and the slightly swollen hat clasped his head and upper half of his face, plunging his eyebrows into the shadows.

He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. After the eight rings, the other party connected. He lowered his voice and said, "Blue Star Tarantula, my old friend I have never met, and you have a business again ... I need accurate positioning of one person, South Chicago, Englewood District An old warehouse with a brand named "Reano Waste Steel Recycling and Processing Factory", he should have been hijacked by two men. The transportation may be a water-silver Land Rover Aurora. The time was about 20 minutes ago ... oh Do n’t come here! I know that you helped DHS (US Department of Homeland Security) upgrade the 'Homeland Security Network' two years ago. Hundreds of millions of monitoring probes in public areas of major cities across the country are at your disposal. "Cobweb", isn't it ... don't say what you have destroyed it, do you want me to believe that a top three super hacker in the world will not leave a backdoor on the program he handles? This is urgent, put you All the bills in my hand are moved backwards. I care which way they are. All of them must make way for me ... OK, let's make a price ... OK! I will enter your account tomorrow. But I Want you to come out at the fastest speed, wait The answer. "He hangs up the call, the phone on your fingertips, and then wait for holding the steering wheel.

Five minutes later, the phone rang again, and he started the car while hearing a bunch of addresses, and disappeared into the streets and the turbulent crowds. The location of the person being tracked is moving, but that's okay. This is a public place under the control of the state machine. The eyes of surveillance are everywhere.

When 恍惚 consciousness began to condense, Leo felt like he was prying out of the solidified cement slurry, dizziness and nausea entangled his brain, and the pain from the wounds bit his nerve again, reminding him clearly With his current situation as a captive.

He found himself lying sideways on the cold concrete floor, tied with parachutists' ropes, using military methods, from the shoulders, arms, chest to hips, tied tightly with ropes. Touch each other, there is no possibility to break free. The rough rope even passed through the root of his leg, hooping the full shape of the gluteus maximus behind him. Once he struggled a little, the private / office can feel the pain of being rubbed by the thick rope.

Damn rope catch! Leo cursed at the bottom of his heart, maintaining a stunned posture, and slightly raised his eyelids to peer in front of the two big men.

The cavalry was sitting on a chair without a back and was cutting a long-sleeved T-shirt with a trident folding knife, exposing a muscled but perforated dark body, biting his teeth and removing the foreign matter embedded in flesh . Each piece of broken iron was picked out of the muscle and made a light noise when it fell on the floor. The black man didn't make a moan / groan from beginning to end, but just kept air-conditioning.

The obliquely upward angle allows Leo to clearly see that there are two tattoos on his muscle-swollen arms. The left upper arm is a sharp sword with two wings. The tip of the wings is raised up and held up. A skull without a jaw, beneath the sword's tip is a shield slashed with lightning. There is a streamer on the right upper arm with a line of blood in the middle: "RangersLeadTheWay".

-This guy is probably a veteran of the Ranger! As the elite behind the Delta and Army special forces, it's no wonder that with such a professional sniper ability, it seems that this planting is not an injustice, Leo smiled bitterly in his heart.

"You look like a piece of Swiss cheese full of holes." Elland teased, leaning his arms against the wall.

After the cavalry had treated the wound that it could get, it flicked its wrist, and the trident folded the knife with a serrated blade and shot through the air, pierced the wall against his face. "If you have time to talk nonsense, you might help me to stab me."

Elan pulled out the knife without changing his face, walked behind him, and used the sharp point to pick out the pieces of iron that had penetrated into the muscle layer.

The cavalry was no longer tolerant, and his teeth grinned and scolded: "Can you be a little accurate? Fuck, really this is cutting cheese! Your boy **** on purpose, revenge I last pinched your long crooked bones to reconnect Come on? Hiss-fuck / your mother, devil! "

"If the curse and pain relief method works, I don't mind you spending more drool." Elland gloated over his back with a knife.

In response, the cavalry scolded him more rudely.

Ten minutes later, the iron pieces that can be seen by the naked eye have been cleaned up, and the rest are too deep or too fragmented, and it is difficult to completely remove them even after the operation, as the cavalry himself said, as long as he enters the airport At the security gate, the alarm must be humming constantly. Even if he used the identity of a retired soldier to conceal it, it will inevitably be reviewed again. For the cavalry at the end of the case, it is considered a complete worship of civil aviation aircraft.

Elain patted the cavalry's shoulder sympathetically, making him groan so hard: "Go to the top floor, I'll help you with hemostatic powder, sew up the big wound, and take a shot of TIG (human tetanus immune ball) protein)."

"What about this sliver?" The cavalry lifted Leo's chin on the floor.

Elaine sneered: "If I had a good meal, if the average person had already hung up, he was trained and only half a life left, so it would be okay to lose here."

Out of the cautiousness of the battlefield, the cavalry stood up, tied parasols around Leo's legs a few more times, folded his ankle behind him, hung it about 30 cm from his wrist, and lifted a bag on the ground ( It contained weapons and equipment found from Leo, and mobile phone-type communication equipment had been smashed), and left the room with Elaine.

After the door closed heavily, Leo opened his eyes. Now was a rare opportunity, and he had to break free and escape the building before the two returned.

Moving his limbs hard, he tried to reach his legs with his fingers. In order to prevent the heel from hiding weapons, the "Warrior" combat boots on the feet have been taken off by the cavalry. Fortunately, since the attack, he no longer wears a suit with hands and feet, but has replaced it with a black CQB combat suit produced by Blackhawk. At the edge of the leg of his combat pants, he sewed a piece of polished obsidian, which was ten times as sharp as an alloy steel knife, and could not be detected by metal detection equipment.

His fingertips were getting closer and closer to his trouser legs. He felt the wound on his back like a rag that was crumpled and smashed. Now he was tightened tightly, and his eyes became dark and sweaty. "Hold on, Leo, hold on, you can do it ..." he murmured to himself, arched back hard, pulled his right finger into his trouser leg, and yanked, pinching the life-saving one. blade.

The taut body loosened like a heavy load, and he gasped, his sweat dripping on the concrete floor with a clear human figure.

It hurts! Torn wounds, and broken bones. There is definitely a fracture on the face. The pain in the lower left rib is unbearable. One or two ribs may be broken. I hope that it will not cause serious bleeding if it penetrates into the internal organs. , All internal organs will shift. At this moment he felt like a torn doll, and then stitched it together with rough threads. With a little force, he was in danger of falling apart.

But he couldn't sit still.

He would never allow himself to die humiliatingly at the feet of his enemies, even if he was seriously injured due to excessive action.

The obsidian blade worked hard to cut the tough nine-core paratrooper rope, and Leo's blue eyes dimmed with severe pain, but shimmered from a very deep light that could never be extinguished.

Suddenly the sense of tightness on the back was loosened, and he knew that a length of rope had been cut. Breathing and accumulating a small amount of physical strength, he started to cut another section with his slightly movable right hand.

The squeeze on physical fitness lasted for nearly twenty minutes, and by the time he was completely freed from the shackles, he was so tired that he didn't even want to move his fingertips. The injured body shouted that it needed rest, but the will stubbornly resisted it. Leo kept breathing deeply, counting the seconds as painfully as the knocked-out player on the boxing ring. Before the tenth second, he held up with his hands. Standing on the ground, slowly stood up.

Touching the left rib with the palm of his hand, he found that the fracture was not too serious. Leo breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up his combat boots from the corner and put on them. He stepped forward and opened the thick wooden door. Simple and empty room.

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