"The jackals are here..." The fire in the cellar has been extinguished. Seven or eight people wearing chemical protection suits entered the cellar with headlights and began to inspect the traces left in the cellar bit by bit. The "I'm here" written in blood on the wall was so clear and dazzling. It seemed that the flames did not burn it, but added a hint of coldness and solemnity to it.

Groups of people began to clean up the bodies on the ground and check the traces on the bodies. Some people were searching for shells and warheads, and judging the shooting range. These people quickly walked out of the cellar. The outside was blocked by a group of people and left the cellar. These people quickly took off their chemical protective suits.

At this time, it was dark and their faces were completely unavailable in the darkness. They left the cellar mouth silently, which smelled too big. The smell of burnt human flesh was really bad. They walked away, but a large group of people were still cleaning the scene in an orderly manner.

Several people walked to a business car outside the cellar and lit a cigarette. Several people seemed to deliberately hide themselves in the dark night, and even at this time, they still couldn't see their appearance clearly. They could only vaguely see their figures. These were four people, one was tall and thin, the other was well-proportioned. The other looked at least 1.9 meters tall, strong and strong.

The last one was extremely thin. The four people started smoking after they arrived by the car. They all had no desire to speak and were quietly waiting for the investigation results of those people. At this time, the tall and thin pocket suddenly vibrated. He touched the satellite phone inside the bag, took a look and answered it.

"Boss..." The tall and thin man even threw away the cigarette in his hand when answering the phone. He stood up respectfully and walked outside the car. Several other people threw away the cigarette in his hand at the same time. Then they stood quietly beside the tall and thin man.

But I heard a hoarse bass voice coming from the other end of the phone: "Is it clear what happened?! A small team is gone. I always need to know why."

"Inquiry is under investigation, but it has not been thoroughly figured out yet..." The tall and thin man held the phone and bowed respectfully: "According to the regulations, we contact them every two hours. After they lost contact, we arrived at the fastest speed. But there was still no time..."

The bass on the other end of the phone didn't seem to be angry, and just said lightly: "I didn't blame you. But I always need to know how things happened and how they did it. This is very important. They die, and they will die. Since they have eaten this bite of food, they expect that they will have this day."

"Find out the whole story as soon as possible and make a report to me." The bass on the other end of the phone continued: "Other teams, contact each other every half an hour. Change their positions again, and their current positions should be exposed. If you continue staying, you will have to be killed one by one by one by the other party."

The tall and thin man said respectfully: "As you wish, I will continue to order now. I will handle the matter here as soon as possible. The report will be delivered to you tomorrow afternoon at the latest... Boss, do we need to concentrate our efforts to dig them out?! We have lost several teams..."

"Claude, do you think they will be stupid enough to be easily found by us?" The bass on the other end of the phone said to the tall and thin man named Claude on the phone: "London, or the rats in England are now scared. Some of them have even left England, just to avoid being involved with us."

But he heard the bass voice hoarsely and continued: "In this case, it is difficult for us to dig them out. Maybe the police officers in London should thank us because the rats didn't dare to move when we appeared. They all hurried at home in fright. Although some people died, they didn't need them to deal with the beginning and end..."

"You guys get this done first, remember to let other teams be more alert." Claude responded in a low and respectful manner: "Yes!"

Then hesitated for a moment, but still gritted his teeth: "Boss, I think the matter has not been able to continue to develop until now. We have lost several teams and the intelligence system has expired. The service station is now..."

"What do you want to say?!" The bass on the other end of the phone interrupted Claude's words. Claude breathed a deep breath. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "I think we should stop the action. If this continues, we will not only not achieve any results. We may also be wiped out..."

The bass on the other end of the phone did not speak anymore, and the cold sweat on Claude's face was seeping out. Even the other three people around him looked at Claude with high nervousness. Finally, after about two or three minutes of silence, the bass on the other end of the phone finally came again: "These are not what you should think about, just do your business well."

"Remember, don't expose your position and identity. I don't care how many people died in those teams. You can't have any problems. Do you understand?!" Claude felt a little chilling behind his back. In the silence just now, his back was already wet with sweat. Holding the phone, Claude nodded solemnly: "I understand. Boss, I will hand the report to your hands on time..."

No one noticed that a green leaf was hanging on the canopy of a tree in the woods about a kilometer away. The green leaf was slowly descending from the tree. His figure was as gentle and rapid as the elves in the woods, and soon disappeared into the woods.

More than ten minutes later, the figure slowly walked out on a country road on the other end of the woods. On the field, a dilapidated farm pickup truck stopped quietly on the side of the road. He pulled the old man who looked like a bearded old farmer and was dozing off all the time.

The figure opened the car door and got on the car. After the figure got on the car, the dozing old farmer yawned and finally woke up. But he saw that the figure took off all the clothes on his body very quickly, and at the same time took a set of slightly worn clothes from behind the chair and quickly put them on.

The old farmer who woke up from his sleepiness handed him a pack of packed wet tissues. After taking the figure, he tore it apart and took out the wet tissues. He quickly applied it to his face a few times. Soon, he revealed his typical oriental face and applied the oil paint on his face in a few seconds.

At this time, the old man calmly handed him a box of tissues. The Dongfang Kong took the tissues and quickly wiped the traces left by the wet tissues on his face little by little. Then he took the eyebrow pencil and drew a few strokes on his face, and looked at the rearview mirror and turned his skin tone more middle-eastern. Then he took a box of hair wax with color and wiped it on his short hair a few times.

After a while, a middle-aged man with gray hair with Middle Eastern blood appeared in the car. At this time, the old man driving looked at the figure who was cleaning up. Then he started the pickup truck and slowly drove forward.

"We've already stared at the people. Soon their identities will be found." The old man driving the car said lightly: "We can help you, and only here is the only thing you can do. You need to handle the rest yourself. If you need to pass messages, or tools we can provide."

Hou Dasheng nodded and said softly: "Thank you! This matter is over. If I don't die, I owe you a favor."

"Mr. Hou Dasheng, this is what we repay you." The old man said lightly: "The overall interests of the Legion have not been lost in France. It is even more hidden and has stronger control. You have made great contributions to this matter. We will remember what you have done to the Siliex family."

After a pause, the old man said seriously: "But we also have our own principles, and we will repay you with the favors. But in the future, there will be only the grudge between you and the Cialis family, and there will be no connection with the Legion. Even Benoit cannot use the Legion's resources to assist you in doing anything. We hope you understand."

The one next to this old man was naturally Hou Dasheng. He had no objection to the old man's words. After the brief conversation, both sides naturally fell into silence. The car slowly left the rural road and quickly entered a highway.

After driving along the highway, he saw a car waiting. The pickup truck stopped, Hou Dasheng opened the car door and got out, and got into the back seat of the car. There was a suit on the back seat, and Hou Dasheng quickly changed it. After he changed it, the car started again...

Everything was plain and orderly, Hou Dasheng returned to the hotel room smoothly. After ordering a pasta through the front desk and eating, he lay on the bed to rest. After a while, the snoring sounded slowly. He slept very sweetly, but many people in London could not sleep at this time.

There seemed to be no trouble in the calm downtown London, but in the suburbs, you would notice that there seemed to be more vehicles. It seemed that many people had made an appointment to move together in the middle of the night, and some people entered the downtown London. They lived in some inconspicuous residential buildings.

Some people disappeared in the night and hid in some abandoned areas in the city. The crowd in the cellar had disappeared, and a convoy of engineering vehicles came here silently. They pushed the mill next to them and quickly landed the entire cellar. Some people planted some weeds on it.
Chapter completed!