In the east embassy area of ​​Manila City, not only is there a star and striped flag erected on the roof of a two-story building, but two figures are also standing next to it. At the U.S. Embassy in Manila, a squad of Marines, had already set up machine guns in temporary fortifications at the gate and were on high alert.

Not only this building, but also the embassies of other countries next to it, also put all the guard forces into their respective defenses. No one knows whether the sound of gunfire in the city tonight will affect this place.

Ambassador Aifland, holding a cane of scented vine, stood beside the national flag, frowned and looked at the fire in the southwest. According to his earlier suggestion, in this humid and hot archipelago, there was only the stupid and arrogant General Victor who could provide a large amount of assistance in exchange for the United States' interests in the Philippines.

However, the militia brigade hidden in the valley of Diwada Mountain suddenly jumped out and began to expel the Moro PLA without hesitation. The regular Philippine army also directly pushed forward and destroyed all the strategies he planned.

As an ambassador, Aifulan was able to view a certain level of intelligence, but this time he was told that the intelligence was irreconcilable for this militia; fortunately, through contact with Davis, he happily gave up his persistence.

Based on the principle of walking on two legs, although Aiflan refused General Victor's request to continue military aid, it was necessary to maintain contact until the last moment, and being able to sell the backlog of civilian supplies in China was also a great achievement.

The sound of gunfires in the distance lasted for thirty minutes, and several explosions from afar raised Ai Fulan's brows, and the assistant next to him understood and approached his ear, "Mr. Ambassador, it's the direction of the General's Mansion."

"Haha, can they actually fight to the General's Mansion?" The ambassador, who had been silent, finally smiled dryly, "Just relying on a team of ten people, it can prove some problems. General Victor should disappoint some people,"

Ai Fulan firmly believed that now not only him, but also ambassadors from other countries, were secretly paying attention to the situation of the General's Mansion. The highest military organ in the capital of a country, under the protection of thousands of soldiers, tanks and armored vehicles could still be beaten to the heels, saying that it was incompetence was already giving face.

Just because of the "excellent" performance of the Philippine Army tonight, Aifulan could not even guess that the result of General Victor begging for alms everywhere would be even worse.

"Go down. Don't look at it," Ai Fulan shook his head tiredly, and he sighed inwardly. The scene was that these young people were in the world, and he might have to retire; "Go back to have a cup of coffee, our children will not take much time to arrive," a meaningful voice soon dissipated in the dark night.

Qingtian led the remaining suicide squadrons. After all, he did not throw the grenades into the courtyard of the General's Mansion. The distance of 500 meters was indeed not something that a few of them could break through; fortunately, they encountered a rusty Sherman tank at the corner of the street.

After a scramble of guns broke up the Philippine army beside the tank, Qingtian pulled out his pistol and strode forward, and rushed onto the tank. Before the Philippine army chariot on the turret retracted, a big hand pressed the lifted hatch tightly, "Well, whee."

Pull out two corpses from the tank, and the remaining four tank soldiers. Under the threat of the muzzle, they crawled out of the tank in a hurry, and then another string of bullets swept over. Without hello, the soldiers behind Qingtian quickly got into the tank, especially the short and thin guide, who actually grabbed the position of the machine gunner first.

Although there were two days of tank driving training, when Qingtian really occupied the tank, he realized that actual combat and training were all different things. The tank that was started was backwards and rushed for more than 100 meters under the surprised eyes of the Philippine military officers and soldiers. After knocking down an electric pole, he increased his horsepower, spit out black smoke, and the turret slowly turned.

"Fire, fire," he aimed roughly in the direction of the General's Mansion. Under Qingtian's anxious supervision, the tank guns were two guns; he looked through the sight glass, and Qingtian nodded with satisfaction at the fireworks exposed in the General's Mansion. Anyway, the commander said that he would blow him a few times, and the shells were better than grenades.

"Forward, increase your horsepower," said howling loudly. Qingtian kicked the guide in front, "Brother, shoot the machine gun,"

"Oh, okay," the guide who was gradually accustomed to the sound of gunfire, picked up the machine gun with a pale face, gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger hard, "Spray, Spray, Spray, Spray," the flames of the parallel machine guns swept violently with the accelerated tanks.

The Filipino soldiers who had already discovered that they were strange here were holding up the rifles and pistols in their hands and screaming, but no matter how old the tank was, they could not stop them. With more than a dozen fierce soldiers, their waists were swept off, and the Filipino soldiers who surrounded them had no choice but to hide on both sides of the street, staring at their heavy firearms, and were sitting and swaying away by the enemy.

The municipal government building, which is the general's house of the head of the Philippine government army, Victor was furious at this time, "Fan Chuan, you are all a bunch of Fan Chuan, a mechanized unit of 1,500 people. After martial law, all night, the shells hit my head. They were really a bunch of soft balls,"

The furious general cursed without saying a word. Not only was he quite disappointed with the teachers in front of him, but even the elegant and slick ambassadors who used to be secretly held a grudge.

"Chase, chase me, knock out the damn tank, and destroy all the enemies without leaving any enemy," a hoarse roar barked from time to time in the general's mansion.

The chaos in the southwest direction of the city attracted the attention of the guards in the east direction of the city. The Philippine troops in the brigade began to draw constantly, and the chaotic footsteps and cars moved quickly towards the general's mansion.

Luo Er brought a guide card and had already passed through the fishery trading market behind the embassy area, leaning steadily behind a low wall.

"Kaqi, thank you, your mission has been completed," Luo Er patted Kaqi's shoulder in the darkness and glanced at the dark bank building across the street. This European-style three-story cement building was silent except for the guards who kept swimming outside, and there was no light at all.

"It's okay, sir," his chest rolled violently, and Kagry smiled reluctantly. The sound of gunfire from afar would no longer have much hope for his two partners. The three of them had not undergone any military training at all, and their legs were weakened by the sound of gunfire. If it weren't for the stimulation of the beautiful knife in his arms, he wouldn't have run such a long path.

Especially just now, when this young commander asked him to point out the location of the US embassy, ​​he vaguely felt that tomorrow, he would be able to see shocking news from the newspaper. However, the matter of burning bridges across the river should not fall on himself.

Fortunately, Luo Er had no intention of silence at all. He smiled and handed him a cigar, "Okay. Take care of yourself. If you have the chance, go to Zamboanga. I'll invite you to drink."

The National Bank of Philippines, outside the tall fence gate, a team of bank guards, carrying rifles, patrolling outside the building with a nervous look. The corner of their eyes revealed their gratitude; the sound of gunfire kept ringing in the distance, although it was stimulating and scary, was not here no matter how you said it. Of course, the unlucky person would not be himself. As for what others were doing, that's another thing.

The five uneasy guards never expected that behind them, a ghost figure had quietly followed them; "Crack." He twisted the neck of the guard in front of him, and Luo Er directly put the body into the wrist guard space and leaned silently up under his feet.

There were two crisp sounds of bone cracks, and the remaining two guards. Before they could react, their necks suddenly hurt. Their bodies were lifted up involuntarily. They held the two guards with both hands, and Luo Er laughed and shook them a few times, which immediately shook the two of them dizzy, and the rifle on their backs fell to the ground.

"Touch," the guards' heads collided, and the two of them were unconscious; let go of the two guards, Luo Er put away the rifle on the ground, stepped forward, and clasped the solid steel at the fence gate.

Gently shook the fence as thick as his thumb, Luo Er exerted a secret force, and the blue veins on his right arm suddenly shrank, "Crack," the lock fixed on the ground was directly pulled off by him.

"Crash," lifted up the fence, and the closed steel door was facing the front, with no gap at all. It was obvious that the door was inserted from the inside.

"Peng, Peng," Luo Er's big feet followed one after another, and slowly kicked the door, kicking it out of a deep dent in the smooth iron door.

A slap in the face is definitely a slap in the face. If you are coming to rob a bank, you have to walk around the back wall of the back door. No matter how he is like this, he has to break in through the main door. After tonight, the National Bank of Philippine will become famous and be invaded through the main door. Then don’t mention the safety.

He kicked the door more than a dozen times in a row. No matter how strong the door was, it could not withstand Luo Er's rude kick. "Wow, click" the door with three safety locks in the upper and lower middle was kicked out, and half of the door was opened crookedly.

Turning over and carrying two unconscious guards, Luo Er stepped into the bank hall, plopped and threw the two on the smooth marble floor; lit up the long-handled flashlight, Luo Er pulled out a shiny bayonet and slapped the guards on the face of the ground, his voice was low and cold, "Don't pretend to be dead, if you don't get up, you don't have to get up,"

The sharp blade slashed across the skin, and the two guards who were still pretending to be dizzy on the ground, their eyes widened with excitement, and they were climbing up obediently, kneeling in front of the robber, not even daring to even their heads. If they dared to shout for help, it was when the knife was not applied. At the moment, their mouths were closed tightly, for fear that they would anger the robber.

"Take me to the vault," he murmured, and Luo Er's eyes were fixed on the faces of the two guards.

One of the guards' eyes suddenly shrank and then began to pretend to be confused. After all, there are many people in the Philippines who don't understand English. He forgot that the words Luo Er threatened just now were said in English.

Before the other guard could look up, Luo Er flew up and snapped, the guard who pretended to be confused had a brain ruptured and collapsed to the ground without saying a word.

"Ah," another guard screamed, as he was urinating, the cold blade in his mouth broke halfway, his screams trembled and grew bigger, and a smell of urine began to spread between his knees.

"Do you go?" Under the threat of his companion's tragic encounter, the guard nodded in horror, fearing that Luo Er would pierce his voice.

Behind the business room of the hall, passing through an office, in the wide corridor, the semi-buried and heavy double-locked door. As soon as Luo Er appeared in front of him, the guard leading the way had been taken into the wrist guard space by him; after all, the burning knife or the black-headed dou is still very short of raw materials.

Taking out a large piece of C3 explosives, buckled them on the hidden lock, and inserting a detonator. Luo Er then pulled the fuse and hid in the corner of the wall on the side; "Touch," a stream of smoke gushed, and the door remained motionless.

"Damn, it's just for trial, but it's not a problem," he cursed in his heart. Luo Er was very dissatisfied with Kelly's effectiveness; "Touch," "Touch," and "Touch," and two dull explosions, Luo Er raised his big foot and pointed at the crack in the door. He finally kicked the iron door half a foot away.

After exploding an iron gate again, Luo Er broke into the vault; there were boxes of neat pesos beside him, Luo Er basically didn't look at them, and strode into the cubicle deep, staring at them for a long time before he slowly let out a breath of turbid air.

"Damn, my wife's information is really great," she grinned silently. In the five hundred square meters basement, Luo Er looked at the huge gold nuggets on the iron rack and the neat silver ingots on the ground next to her; 51 tons of gold and 320 tons of silver ingots, which is the gold and silver reserves of the Philippines. Even if the Philippine government is poor, it will not dare to move these metals. This is the confidence of the bank.

After collecting the gold and silver neatly, looking at the stacks of government debt rolls on the shelf, Luo Er turned around and went out of the compartment, hesitated for a moment, and brought more than a dozen boxes of pesos with him. Not to mention whether it is necessary to use it, it is okay to disgust some of the Philippine governments.

After leaving the bank, Luo Er carefully pulled the fence door up, and then he flashed into the darkness slowly.

In the small garden in the backyard, two Marine soldiers were whispering by the wall with cigarettes in their arms. The sound of gunfires gradually stopped outside, for them, they didn't care about their mood at all. Anyway, it didn't matter how many people were killed or injured outside the yard.

A vague figure quietly crossed the tall wall, and the heavy sound of landing made the two soldiers stunned. Before they could touch the gun belt, their shoulders were pressed tightly by a big hand, and the bones were pressed into a giggle.

"Hi, guys, good evening," Luo Er chuckled and twisted his body, forcing the two soldiers to turn around, "You are too careless, this is not good,"

Just as he turned around, two light columns were scattered across the street, the searchlight shone brightly on the backyard, and the bolts were pulled, "Mr. Luo, you're fifteen minutes late," Ai Fulan stood at the back door of the hall with his signature cane surrounded by soldiers.

"Oh, Ambassador Afran, you have no sense of humor," Luo let go of his hand helplessly. "I'm here to deliver goods. With your attitude, my wife will be unhappy."

Waving his hand, Aifulan asked the soldiers to retreat, "Mr. Luo, although this is our first meeting, I still disagree with your actions."

"Of course, I respect your opinion," Luo Er smiled and looked at the authentic ambassador. "I ran all night and had any food. Let's have some steak and red wine first."

"Ofland naturally has no shortage of this," Aifulan reached in, "Come with me, you can have a midnight snack and watch a movie by the way, it's very interesting."

"Movie?" Hearing the sound, Luo Eryi was stunned. Before he could ask, Ai Fulan led the way and said to himself, "In today's society, it's not enough to fight and kill,"
Chapter completed!