Chapter 440: Who is this (please collect, recommend and vote, please vote monthly)
Chapter 440 Who is this (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)
Hex looked at the text message and did not feel that he was being tricked. This is normal. Anyone who has watched a few Hollywood movies can learn a few tricks.
“Let’s go, let’s meet this smart driver.” Let Porter start the car and drive towards the address on the text message.
Makarov's mood was not so good. He really didn't expect that the so-called driver would dare to play tricks on him.
“This **** guy, he will regret playing these little tricks.” Makarov showed a cruel look.
The whole plan is not too complicated. Simply put, it is to trap Makarov, let the CIA and MI6 discover his traces, and let him take the blame for Umbrella. Anyway, he is already on the blacklist. You shouldn't object if you take the blame for a few times.
“Let Mohammed go.” Smith was commanding from the front line. The map was now fully open, and no one on either side was suspicious. The plan was half successful, and basically nothing could stop Umbrella.
The Libiyan drove a car, carrying a miniature camera, a listening device, and pocket headphones in his ears and drove toward the target location.
Albert followed in the car. The whole process had been rehearsed several times, and it was nothing particularly complicated.
“Mohammed, drive slower, you have to wait until both parties have arrived before entering the target area.” Smith directed Mohammed through the walkie-talkie.
The target location is on the outskirts of the town, a large car cemetery, where thousands of scrapped cars of all kinds are gathered here, piled up like a maze.
To be honest, if Umbrella really had suicide drones, they could really keep everyone on both sides here.
"There seems to be a problem." Porter drove the car and scanned the street on the other side.
I vaguely saw a group of Wazi Hunters. NATO had collected a lot of these cars at low prices, and almost all of them were transferred to the armed factions of the opposition. It is not a good thing to appear here. Not all factions belong to them. .
It’s not like Hex hasn’t thought about selling the goods to two families, but in her opinion, there should be no one else in Libiya who can pay high prices for these things except America.
Russia, their background is not clean to begin with, no one should laugh at anyone, and they have no money, "be careful." If they are not here because of this transaction, then it is best not to cause a conflict.
Although the car they drove was not as down-to-earth as Albert's car, it was still quite decent, not very eye-catching, and not as fanfare as this group of people.
Parked the car in a hidden place, Porter got out of the car and asked Hex to sit in the driver's seat. This was not a cafe, Hex was too conspicuous.
The group of people also found a place to stop. Several tall Caucasian men with guns were scattered around. One of the Land Rover off-road vehicles was covered with dark film, and it was impossible to see who was sitting inside.
"They are here just for business." This attitude is too obvious. There is no way that so many people with guns and live ammunition are running here because they intend to divert the scrap car recycling business.
"Is there something wrong with that Mohammed's brain?" Hex cursed. It's okay if you want to sell the goods to two families, but what do you mean by bringing the two families together to hold an auction? The highest bidder will win. .
Without giving her much time to think, a car with a local license plate but no visible brand drove slowly over. Sitting in the car was a local man wearing a headscarf.
The attention of both parties was attracted to him. After stopping the car without turning off the engine, this man walked out holding a briefcase, nervously hoping.
That's right, it should be that Mohammed, but Potter and Hex didn't act rashly. After all, there was someone from the other side hiding not far away.
“Go forward 20 meters, look to the west, and then act like you’re surprised.” Smith had determined the positions of the two parties through the drone, and directed Mohammed to move to the location of Hex.
This guy didn't know whether he accepted his fate or thought he could give it a try. His acting skills exploded, and he walked over as Smith said. When he passed by Porter's hidden position, he made a surprised expression that he had seen them, and even ran forward. Two steps.
"Enter the extras." After Smith finished speaking, an old man with a beard and wearing the same combat uniform as Makarov's men rushed out from the side.
"Makarov, I caught him.", Mohammed was thrown to the ground like a little chicken.
This sudden change stunned both Makarov and Hex.
Makarov frowned and got out of the car, "Yuri, who is this?"
Before Yuri could answer, the Russian suddenly looked towards a fork in the road and shouted, "Makarov, there's an ambush." He took out his gun and pointed at Hex's car and John Porter. Two shots were fired.
The scene suddenly became chaotic, and Porter almost subconsciously fought back. The old man had already dragged Mohammed and hid in the mountain of scrapped cars.
A black briefcase fell to the ground. Potter rushed towards it and was pushed back by the firepower of Makarov's men.
Makarov was confused. He was very sure that the Russian with a beard so long that he couldn't see his face was definitely not his. However, that briefcase was like a treasure box dropped by the BOSS in the game. If someone wanted to **** it, it was definitely his. What you want.
“Grab that briefcase and kill everyone.”, Makarov ordered.
More than a dozen armed personnel equipped with automatic weapons cooperated tacitly and were divided into three groups. One group conducted fire suppression, one group took the opportunity to move to the side, and the other group waited for the opportunity to **** the briefcase.
The two Potters were so suppressed that they couldn't fight back. They both knew that it wouldn't be long before someone touched them from behind, and they would be dead by then.
"Makarov? Vladimir Makarov? Why is he here?" Hex quickly killed an armed man who wanted to pick up the briefcase, and then shouted.
This person is the extremist they have been tracking. There is evidence that he planned and executed the Yemen incident. After Zakayev was killed, he has become Zakayev's successor to a certain extent.
MI6 and CIA have been arresting him, but so far there has been no progress. How did this guy get here?
“I don’t know, but let’s save our lives first.” Porter changed a magazine for the Glock 17 and alternately fired with Hex.
"I'll drive, let's rush out." Hex shouted, bent down and ran towards the car quickly.
“Blast.” Smith, who had been watching the show, gave another order.
The Mohammed and the Russian were entangled in a pile of scrapped cars, in a position where both sides could see them through the gap between the cars.
Mohammed was seen struggling desperately, grabbing the grenade hung by the Russian on his chest with one hand, and the safety pin was pulled out with a click.
The two people seemed stunned for a moment, and then an explosion sounded, and the shock wave pushed the cars that were stacked several layers directly.
After a burst of smoke and dust, several cars were lying in a mess on the open space. This dramatic change was something that no one expected.
"Get in the car and let's go." Hex drove the car out, and Porter got in through the rear window without waiting for the car to stop.
Drifting on the spot, the car rushed towards the briefcase that was still left on the spot. Hex opened the door and bent down to pick it up before the car even stopped.
After reacting, Makarov and others began to concentrate their firepower and shoot at the car. However, there was still smoke and dust in the middle, and it was also blocked by several scrapped cars. The effect was very unsatisfactory. They watched the car turn and drive away. Got out.
“Get in the car, don’t let them escape.”, Makarov shouted anxiously, what was inside was very important to him.
A group of people chased after him, and the scene unexpectedly became quiet. The locals who were working around the area, or to be precise, picking up trash, had disappeared, leaving only tattered cars and traces of the explosion all over the ground.
“This guy’s acting skills are quite good.” Xu Chuan sat in the car and watched the live broadcast from drones and surveillance cameras.
He shook his head and said, "He is very talented in acting. Let me ask him if he wants to go to Hollywood." This is no better than Thor's acting skills.
Curtis covered his forehead. He had been tortured by Xu Chuan and wanted to jump out of the car. This guy had never heard of him, "Stop joking, boss."
“Who are you kidding? I’m serious.”
“Okay, we need to replace Mohammad and Sumarokov now.” They have prepared two corpses of similar size to these two people, and now this place is really easy to find.
The aerial reconnaissance did not relax. It has been following Makarov's people and watching them chase the car in front of them all the way north.
“Five minutes, five minutes at most, set up the scene.” Smith’s voice rang on the radio.
These tasks have been arranged. Several people moved the two corpses and arranged them according to the actual conditions on the scene. No one is more professional than them in this regard.
Sumarokov is Dimitri's team member and a Chechen. No one is more suitable for this role than him. "Let that Mohammed leave Libiya quickly and go to Morocco. The whole family will go.", Xu Chuan had no intention of killing anyone and silencing him. This man also showed his value. If he was able to risk his life at a critical moment, it would be considered worthy of training.
Anyway, Morocco has always been short of manpower, and this guy can speak several dialects, so he might be able to use it at any time. "Today's things are so bad, otherwise you know what the consequences will be." Xu Chuan glared at him and kept saying nod.
In less than five minutes, everyone got in the car, recovered all the equipment, including drones and surveillance equipment, and burned the car driven by Mohammed, erasing all traces, as if they had never been here. Same.
“Well done, it went really well.” This blame fell directly on Makarov’s head, which was more convincing than pretending to be a group of KB elements.
It is basically foreseeable that NATO’s various intelligence departments will be working overtime in the past few days.
(End of this chapter)