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Chapter four hundred and eighteen killing generals

"It has been confirmed that they are not in this house." The voice of Lingyao came from the headphones: "They are very close to us... opposite. The presidential suite on the top floor. Two people, the top floor and the bottom floor are their people. There is also the top floor."

Hou Dasheng breathed a deep breath: "Blast off the exit of the top floor! You can cover me, and I'll go in now!"

"Are you sure?! We don't know how many men they arranged on those two floors and what weapons they equipped." Lingyao's voice was very soft: "If you go up like this, you will have a great chance of being killed. Our intelligence on the top floor shows that there are two teams of eight people stationed in the other side."

Hou Dasheng didn't say anything, he raised his hand and looked at his watch: "Action in fifteen minutes."

After saying this sentence lightly, Hou Dasheng then lowered his body and rushed down. Under the gift of "papapapapapa...", "papapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapa

"Bang...boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!..." Hou Dasheng felt a wild explosion behind him, and the broken cement bricks were flying everywhere. Hou Dasheng rushed and rushed directly to a car that was blown over the street, pressing his headphones and cursing: "Fak! Can you tell me when you smash the grenades?!"

I was almost killed by the bomb! Hou Dasheng was full of fun. Are these guys from Lingyao killers?! How did they do the work, they were more violent than mercenaries?! It would be fine if they used sniper rifles, and even the grenade launcher was fired.

"Hey! There's no way, they've surrounded you. There was a small team on your right just now. If we don't turn on the grenades, you can't get out." Hou Dasheng groaned, hung up his gun and rushed out. It was also at this time that the sound of spiritual medicine came from his headphones again: "There is a box at the entrance of the hotel, which contains what you need."

He crawled forward in a serpentine shape, and with the help of the bunker along the way, Hou Dasheng quickly flashed to the edge of the hotel. It was also at this time that he saw a large black box placed under the flowerbed. He picked up the box, and Hou Dasheng immediately shot and smashed the glass door of the hotel with a "boom!" and directly hit him.

The fighting was in full swing across the street, and the staff in the hotel had been scared and closed the door and hid. At this time, even if the gate of the hotel was broken, someone rushed in, but there was no response. The sign of "Military Exercise" hanging outside the door seemed so ironic.

With a "click~" sound, Hou Dasheng rushed into the bar with difficulty. After opening the box, he saw that there were neatly placed ceramic bulletproof inserts inside, which were obviously modified AK104, m1911 commander type, more than ten grenades, full magazines, tactical vests, and even a spa-12.

Hou Dasheng held down his headphones and said, "Spiritual medicine, I really suspect that you are also a mercenary now! You know so much what I need now! Fake!"

"Our industry is used to knowing your opponents, and you are a special one this time. We are fighting in concert, so we also need to understand you as an employer. Although we cannot understand your entire experience, we can be sure that you are extremely strong in combat."

But I heard Lingyao whisper in the headphones: "After we figure out the other person's position, we will deliver the prepared things there. Don't ask us how we did it, and don't worry about anything else. Do things the way you do, and we will give you satisfactory results."

Like service providers, Viper has always been an organization hidden in the shadows. No one knows who their leaders are, no one knows when their organization was formed, and what things did. Some information revealed intentionally or unintentionally shows the organization's crazy and perverted assassination ability.

In fact, they are better at silently killing their opponents, and not many people have seen them head-on battles. Hou Dasheng and Lingyao worked with Lingyao, and he has seen Lingyao erase three secret whistles in a quiet voice. Often, Lingyao disappeared silently in front of him without his awareness.

Even in this battle, the spiritual medicine did not appear in front of him. The two sides only contacted each other through phone calls and current intercom headphones. After taking a deep breath, Hou Dasheng quickly put on the combat vest and inserted the bulletproof ceramic insert.

The wound hurt a little, but fortunately the blood stopped. Hou Dasheng checked the bandage, which did not hinder his movements. He then felt relieved to carry the spas-12, grabbed the ak-104 and rushed towards the hotel stairwell! At this time, two figures suddenly flashed out of the stairwell!

Without any hesitation, Hou Dasheng directly raised his gun and shot three shots at the two figures. The two men reacted very quickly. The moment they saw Hou Dasheng, their bodies flashed directly behind the hotel pillar. The bullet splashed the stone chips of the marble on the pillar.

Then, Hou Dasheng heard the other party talking in a chattering manner, which was mixed with English, French and even Spanish. Obviously, this was their codeword. Even if they couldn't understand what they were talking about, Hou Dasheng also guessed that they must have reported the situation here to the top.

With a "boom~!", Hou Dasheng saw a figure hiding behind a marble pillar being directly bombarded into two corpses that kept squirting blood and falling out like a rag doll. His body was directly interrupted from his waist, and the broken upper half was dragged with blood and feces. The internal organs of the diaphragm screamed on the ground while trying to crawl away.

At this time, the gunshot sounded again, "Boom!"! The other whole head was broken, and the body sprayed with blood was suddenly knocked to the ground by a huge impact. The sound of spiritual medicine came from Hou Dasheng's headphones: "It's solved, go up as soon as possible! We will provide you with firepower support..."

"But remember, we will not fight with you. This is agreed in advance. If there is a problem on your side, we will only evacuate as soon as possible." The elixir on the other end of the headphones was very soft, but very cold: "However, I think we can still take it down."

Hou Dasheng didn't say anything. He changed into a magazine and rushed directly to the stairs - the floor of the hotel is not high. It is only seven floors. This is an honest hotel that has existed for a long time. It almost completely maintains its original appearance when it was built, and even the elevator is old-fashioned.

This provided great convenience to Hou Dasheng. At least he could easily follow the stairs that were once the main ladder and now the fire escape to the presidential suite on the top floor!
Chapter completed!
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