Battlefield Contract Worker

"Sergey, report your progress." Jiangan's voice came from the headset.

"I have infiltrated their camp and investigated on the south side. Since most of the people have been transferred, the camp is quiet. But I still haven't found where Rick is being held. Rose, you and there" Sergey whispered road. He clings to the wall like a gecko, moving slowly.

"Rose, how is your situation there?" Kishi whispered on the communication channel.

"The guards on the east side have been cleared, and we are also searching for Lin Rui's whereabouts, but we haven't found any clues." Rose replied, "Fox Sandro, how is your situation there?"

"Just got rid of a sentry on a post. I found a room that may be used to hold prisoners, but I didn't find anyone. I also checked the interrogation room just now, and I didn't find anything." Sandro replied, "It's really not good, I Go grab a living mouth and ask."

"Okay, your time is running out. If you really can't do it, just do it. Remember not to leave your mouth after asking." Jiangan whispered.

"Understood." Sandro rolled over and rolled out of the grass, staring at a sentry in front of him. This person is on duty outside this temporary detention center. Maybe he will know some news about Lin Rui.

Sandro carefully observed the surrounding situation, then bent over and approached the sentry bit by bit. His steps were very light, and even when he stepped on the grass in his military boots, he didn't make a sound. Although he is good at urban street fighting, his nickname of the Fox of North America is not a cover. This kind of sneaky capture of prisoners is not difficult for him at all.

Seemingly aware of something strange behind him, the sentinel turned his head hesitantly. But the moment he turned around, Sandro was already close to him, pressing one hand on the weapon on his chest, flicking his fingers nimbly, the safety of the automatic rifle had been closed.

When the sentry raised his head in amazement, Sandro had already raised his palm and hit the chin of the sentry of the Secret Society. The sentry was suddenly hit hard, and his head fell back involuntarily. Sandro's foot has also hooked the sentinel's foot, and gently pulls back. The sentinel had a tendency to lean back, and the feet moved in the opposite direction. The body immediately lost balance and fell backwards.

A sharp dagger pressed against the sentry's neck, "Don't move." Sandro whispered, "I can cut your carotid artery with a single knife. Even if you scream, no one will be there. Saved you. Because before your comrades get there, you're going to lose a lot of blood, go into shock, and die a few minutes later. You know what I mean?"

The sentry of the secret society showed endless fear in his eyes and nodded.

"Very good, the rules are very simple, I ask questions, you answer." Sandro whispered, "Has an Asian person been captured these days?"

The Sentinel nodded in fear.

"Very well, where is he being held?" Sandro pressed.

"It was originally locked here, but the baron took him away today..." the sentinel trembled.

"Where did you go? Where did you keep this man?" Sandro whispered.

"I don't know, maybe it's the headquarters, maybe it's the guard camp at the back... Maybe, I really don't know anything." The sentinel whispered in a trembling voice.

Sandro forced him with a knife and whispered, "Where is it?"

"I don't know, but he should be in this camp, at least he hasn't been shot. Because the Baron said it would be useful to keep him," the sentinel explained in a low voice.

"What's the use? What will the Red Baron do to him?" Sandro frowned.

"I really don't know. I'm just an ordinary soldier. I probably heard a little bit when I was on the sentry yesterday. The baron wants to negotiate with him, so he can't be allowed to die." The sentinel whispered, "I think he may be injured. , so was taken to the infirmary. Because he was injured, and the baron didn't want him to die. If he wasn't here, he must have gone to the infirmary."

Sandro whispered, "Where is the medical room?"

"On the southeast side, there are a group of white emergency tents, which are very obvious. He may be one of them." The secret society soldier whispered.

"Thank you for telling me." Sandro put his hand wearing tactical gloves on the mouth and nose of this secret society soldier, and then quickly stabbed the dagger into his neck. The blade is inserted obliquely up the cervical spine, directly destroying the brain tissue in the skull. "Although I can't let you go, at least I can make you less painful." Sandro put down the corpses of the soldiers of the secret society and dragged the still warm corpses to the hideout.

"Sergey, Lin Rui should be in your area, searching for those medical emergency tents. He may be in one of them, and I will rush over to meet you." Sandro whispered through the communication headset.

"Received. I will immediately investigate those tents. Rose, help me pay attention to the patrols at the intersection. I don't want to come out of the tents and immediately encounter the armed patrol of the secret society." Sergey whispered.

"Don't worry, we are watching you, we can help you solve the trouble and give you a timely warning." Rose said in a low voice, "Act now!"

Sergey reached out from behind a few bushes and silently approached the emergency tents of the medical ambulance teams. These emergency tents are specially used for emergency surgery and rescue wounded soldiers. But the war was too cruel~www.wuxiahere.com~ Most of the wounded soldiers were blocked on the other side and could not be withdrawn in time. So these tents are also very empty.

Sergey walked in slowly, gun in hand. The night vision goggles on his head made everything around him appear green. These quiet rows of tents, the smell of blood and disinfectant, make people a little creepy.

"Damn it!" Sergey crouched down, and he found that there were lights in one of the emergency tents, and at least four or five guards were watching. The first aid tents used by the field troops are relatively large. There are sterile operating rooms that are individually sterilized, and more than a dozen beds waiting for surgery. Therefore, the area is much larger than that of ordinary tents.

But no matter how big the tent is, you don't need four or five soldiers with live ammunition to guard it, right? There must be something odd here, Sergey gritted his teeth, and bent over. But afraid of those guards, he did not dare to get too close. Just hiding on the periphery, wanting to hear what the inside or the guards are saying, and then move according to the situation.

In this case, he can only do this. It's better to be cautious than to rush in rashly. Besides, even if Lin Rui was inside, he would not be able to deal with four or five guards who were on guard at the same time. Sergey crouched down and tapped the earphones lightly with his fingers. This is a pre-agreed password, which is used when it is inconvenient to speak. It means to signal to the other members of the team that he has not been exposed, but has encountered some trouble.