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Chapter 3002 Second-hand preparation

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    While Lin Rui was still having dinner and chatting with Wiesel and other tribal leaders in the barracks, Sergey had already led a small team of O2 members out of the camp from behind.

    Scarface followed the sneaky Sergei and whispered, "Russian, what on earth does the boss want you to take us for? Why are you running out in the dark when you don't want to enjoy the whole roasted camel?"

    "Stop talking." Sergey pointed to a few guards approaching in the distance and made a silencing gesture.

    Scarface and several other team members could only lower their heads and follow Sergey to hide in the bushes nearby.  After the patrolling guards left, Sergey whispered, "The boss is worried that he won't be able to convince Wiesel, so he asked us to make secondary preparations."

    "What second-hand preparation?" Scarface whispered.

    "You should have known it when we brought this sausage guy with us." Sergey whispered.

    "An explosion?" Scarface said in surprise, "Are you crazy or is the boss crazy? This is in the home of the Tuareg people."

    "It's not an explosion, it's murder and arson." Sergey whispered, "I've found out clearly that those Red Tide people are in the building to the west. The task the boss gave us is to go in and kill them, but we have to do it  Silently. When it's all over, Sausage has to create a delayed incendiary bomb. Then we'll go back to drink and eat meat."

    "What you mean is to kill those Red Tide people, but you can't let people catch us as the ones who did it. Even if we are found out afterwards, we will have nothing to do with it. Even if Wiesel knows that it is us, he has no evidence. We don't have any evidence."  A way." Scarface whispered.

    "Yes, Wiesel is hesitant now and his attitude is wavering. But as long as these Crimson Tide people are killed, Wiesel will have no way out and can only follow us wholeheartedly." Sergey whispered.

    "Damn it, you can figure it out." Scarface whispered.

    "It's not what I thought, it was what the boss thought of. The key is to prevent Wiesel from grasping the handle." Sergey whispered, "The guard in front is about to turn around and walk to the other side. It's safe here for the time being. Let's go.  !" After saying that, he hunched over and trotted all the way, with Scarface and the others following behind.

    The buildings to the north of the camp are heavily guarded, but they can't stop Sergei.  He sneaked to the corner of the wall, climbed with his bare hands, and reached the second floor in a few clicks, then climbed up to the platform on the third floor.  The houses in this oasis are made of wood and clay.  The floors are not high and there are not many floors.  After Sergey reached the top, he quickly lowered the nylon rope.  Then let other team members follow up through the wireless communication channel.

    Scarface, Sausage and others quickly climbed onto the roof and looked down from above.  Although the surrounding guards were on guard, no one noticed that anyone had sneaked onto the roof.  Although these Tuaregs are proficient in desert warfare, their alert level is a bit average.

    "I've made it clear that the three people upstairs are the leaders, members of the Crimson Tide team. The ones downstairs are the driver and a dozen terrorists." Sergey gestured to the team members behind him  They followed him, then walked to the door and listened.  Someone was talking in the room, and they were speaking English, which meant it was almost certain that the people inside were those Crimson Tide players.

    Sergey pointed out a few fingers and then pointed in the direction.  Scarface understood, leaned against the door, and took out his dagger.

    "Three people are all in the room. It seems that Wiesel is not at ease with them and restricts them from going out." Sergey whispered.  "I'll lure them out, you guys do it. Remember, the silent action mode, don't shoot, and don't make too much noise."

    Scarface nodded, hid the dagger in his hand, and prepared himself against the wall.

    Sergey stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, his voice was very light.  The Crimson Tide players inside seemed alert and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

    Sergey didn¡¯t speak, but knocked on the door a few more times.  A Crimson Tide player looked at his companions around him hesitantly, then took out his pistol from his waist and walked to the door.  The moment he opened the door, Scarface suddenly pulled him aside, covered his mouth, and stabbed the Crimson Tide militant in the chest.

    His movements were so fast that the other Crimson Tide players didn't even see him clearly.  They thought their companion who had opened the door in the past had noticed something and rushed out quickly, so they all ran out too.  Sergei, Sausage and the others were not polite either. One from the side, they strangled each other's neck with their arms and gave him a hard blow.  Just two crisp sounds were heard, and the bodies of the two Crimson Tide players struggled for a few times and then stopped moving.

    "Go in." Sergey whispered, putting down the body and walking into the room.  Sure enough, there was no one else in the room.  Several people dragged the bodies of the three Crimson Tide players into the room, and the sausages were quickly removed from the backpack behind them.?I took out a package of things and installed them on the doors and windows.

    "What the hell is this?" Scarface whispered.

    "Don't touch it. This is a homemade incendiary bomb, thickened gasoline filled with thermite." Sausage whispered, "Using a homemade delay fuse, the explosion time can be controlled within half an hour. Once it explodes, the thickened gasoline will  Gasoline is flying everywhere and everything in here is going to burn."

    "Damn, why do I think you are scarier than a terrorist?" Scarface whispered, "Where did you learn all these crooked things?"

    "You think you can be recruited into the O2 team without any skills?" Sausage said while busy with the work at hand.

    "Hurry up, we don't have much time. The boss is trying his best to delay us, arguing with those guys, and drawing the attention of Wiesel and others to himself. But if someone discovers that we are missing, this  This is going to be troublesome." Sergey urged from the side.

    "Don't rush me, this thing is no joke. If we are not careful, we can burn ourselves into charred corpses." Sausage methodically connected the explosion fuse in his hand.  A few minutes later, he completed another.  Then he made a completion gesture to Sergey.

    Sergey breathed a sigh of relief, waved them out of the room, and carefully locked the door.  He led them back the way they came from and arrived at a corner of the building.

    "Have you seen the patrol team below? They will walk along the building and disappear from sight after about two minutes. We must act in time to avoid them." Sergey whispered.

    After the patrol below passed by, these people slipped down from the corner together.  Before leaving, Sausage didn't forget to put away the rope in the corner.  The group evaded several patrols, reentered the camp, and returned to the dinner site.

    Lin Rui was still talking loudly there. Sergey and others sat down and continued to eat and drink. Almost no one noticed that Sergey and others had slipped out.

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