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Chapter 5803 Special Operations Department

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    A cross-country team came at the fastest speed.  After circling the area near the hospital and confirming that there was no threat, an armed vehicle quickly approached the hospital and observed the target area, while other vehicles expanded the surveillance scope and began to search a wider area.

    The smoke from the battlefield has not cleared up yet. Following the smoke, these armed vehicles immediately discovered more than a dozen corpses outside the hospital. After a short observation, the vehicle stopped nearby. Several heavily armed huggers quickly jumped out of the vehicle and inspected the scene.  Detection and Assessment.

    After receiving information from nearby team members, one of the militants wearing a black mask raised his M4 carbine and made a ready gesture to the entire team.  His face was stern, and the team members knew that now was not the time to joke, so they loudly announced their status on the individual radio station.  The leading militant made a gesture with his hand to indicate a cautious search.

    The convoy was in an open space outside the hospital where the battle had been fought before, and a group of armed men filed out of the vehicle.  The leader of the militants ordered them to stay put. Several militants had already got out of the car and searched, obviously with disappointed looks in their eyes.

    An entire squad is dead.

    This militant felt the blood rushing to his head. It was certain that someone had raided here. Their actions must have been both secretive and fast, because even the usually alert mercenaries did not have time to react.  Soon they discovered a place where there had been a fierce exchange of fire. The leader sent two team members there and instructed them to pay attention to identifying the corpses. The remaining team members began to identify the dead personnel nearby and took the corpses and backpacks of the previous mercenaries.  Move to the car.

    "The battle has just ended, and the attackers must not have gone far yet." The masked militant leader picked up a smoke bomb shell, put it under his nose and smelled it.  "No other vehicles were found nearby. With only two legs, where could they go? Maybe they are still here, in the hospital."

    The leader immediately divided the remaining team members into two teams and asked them to cooperate with two armed vehicles to search the nearby area.

    The leader of the militants was a little uneasy.  He walked to the armed truck and looked at the corpses of the previous mercenaries. These masters died silently in a foreign land.  When he died, although the gun's safety had been turned on, there was no time to fire a bullet, which shows how suddenly the enemy appeared.

    But what will these attackers do next?  The militant leader woke up.  This is not a very stable area. The attackers must leave here in the shortest possible time, but there is no transportation here, and they cannot run far with their two legs.  What methods will they use?  Like his, these attackers must still be here and not leave.

    Their goal, is that?

    At this moment, he heard the sound of a gun being pulled behind him.

    The leader of the militants turned his head in surprise and saw a man wearing a mask standing a few meters away. Several mercenaries with quick hands and eyes were aiming their rifles at him, but the man raised his left hand high. In his hand was a  Wireless remote control, the green light on the remote control is flashing.

    "Gentlemen, there are a lot of explosives here, enough to blow us all to hell."

    The man holding the remote control is the sausage. He wears a mask on his head, only showing a pair of cunning eyes. "So, everyone's best not to shoot."

    "Nonsense, where are the explosives? We have searched here and there is nothing here." The leader of the militants looked at the person in front of him coldly and reached out to press his companion's rifle.

    "You think I'm scaring you?" Sausage smiled, "Look at the backpacks of those corpses."

    The militant glanced at the body in the car and stood there without moving. Two of his men immediately ran over and opened the body's backpack.

    ¡°You were not the one who spoke to me before.¡± The militant leader looked at the sausage.  "What should I call you?"

    "You can call me Mr. Bomb if you like." Sausage smiled.  "Actually, I don't mind whatever you call me."

    "Don't move." Sausage suddenly raised his voice and pointed at the mercenaries with the remote control in his hand.  "Be careful, any stupid thing you do will bring bad luck to everyone and not just you."

    The leader of the militants glanced at the mercenary who was about to take out the explosives from his backpack, and winked without anyone noticing.  The mercenary could only let go of his hand and take a few steps back.

    "Mr. Bomb" the militant leader sneered, "Do you think this is cool? We have more people than you, do you think you can control the situation?"

    Sausage pressed the remote control in his hand without hesitation, and the green light suddenly turned into a red light.

    ¡°This is a pressure-controlled remoteIt is clear who our employer is.  I am somewhat familiar with this special operations department. It is said that they were also the first advance team to enter Iraq.  They were mixed with the elite Joint Special Operations Command (JSOC) composed of SEALs and Delta Force to perform early special missions, including very high-risk reconnaissance activities.  "Lin Rui smiled.

    "You do know a lot. It seems that I underestimated you. At least you are much smarter than I thought." The leader of the militants frowned.

    "Because they need intelligence, people from the Special Operations Department will not necessarily dress up as soldiers even if they rush to the front line. That will only make them easier to target. Journalists and medical rescue workers are more common disguises. Although sometimes they also wear  Carbines, night vision goggles, and body armor protect yourself, but they may not directly confront other armed forces. You fit this profile.

    Sneak into the local armed forces as a mercenary.  Then they tricked them into carrying out so-called baby kidnapping to make money. These are probably all excuses.  You just want to search this hospital and get what you want.  So even though your team members operate alongside Ukre's militia, they're actually under your command, so you have them reporting directly to you.  This is where the previous phone call came from.  Lin Rui mocked.

    "Maybe this is just your guess, and it may not be true." The militant leader said.

    "Indeed, but it's not really important to me." Lin Rui shrugged, "We are the ones in control of the situation. So whether you are from the Special Operations Department or mercenaries employed by them. To me  There is no difference.¡±

    "Then who are you and why are you here?" the militant leader said through gritted teeth.

    "We are mercenaries, I'm really not lying to you." Lin Rui shrugged, "And our mission is likely to conflict with yours."

    "Do you know what our mission is?" The leader of the militants suddenly became nervous.

    "There are so many places you can't go to, yet you come to this remote hospital, and you fabricate such lies to let the militia troops cover you. So the purpose of your mission is almost obvious. Your target is not the hospital, but hidden in the hospital.  The laboratory below the hospital. What do you want to get from that biochemical laboratory?" Lin Rui asked.

    "This has nothing to do with you." The militant leader sneered.

    "It has a relationship, and it has a big relationship. Because our mission is also to get something from there." Lin Rui shrugged.

    "What do you do?" The leader of the militants pulled the weapon off his shoulder with a loud bang, and other men also raised their guns at Lin Rui.

    At this time, Sausage was playing with the wireless remote control again.  "I suggest everyone stay calm."

    The leader of the militants was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

    "I have a suggestion." Lin Rui said slowly, "We can avoid fighting. Our mission is to retrieve the information in the biological laboratory anyway. It is better to reach a consensus so that we can all complete our respective tasks."

    "What do you mean?" the militant leader frowned.

    "We will get the information in the laboratory first, and you will follow. Anyway, our mission is to find the information and bring it back. The employer will not ask me where these things come from. We can make everyone make money."  "Lin Rui smiled slightly.

    "Where are my brothers? Did they die in vain?" The leader of the militants became angry.

    "But if you don't obey, you will die, and your death will be in vain. My suggestion is fair. My people will go find the information first. After five hours, you can go in again. Anyway, we are inside,  It's impossible to escape. And Sausage holds a remote detonator and can control you. In this way, both of us can complete our tasks when we cooperate. What do you think?" Lin Rui made a gesture.

    "What if I don't agree?" the leader of the militants said sternly.

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