Chapter 1139 Sewers and Bathrooms (asking for monthly tickets)

Chapter 1139 Sewers and Bathrooms (asking for monthly tickets)

Anyone who has lived in the countryside knows that fermented farmyard manure smells slightly stronger than fresh unfermented manure, just like the sewer that everyone is passing through.

This ghost place has not been cleaned for at least half a century. Gusby carefully chooses the place to step on, trying not to think about what the wet, slippery and soft things under his feet are.

After groping in the dark for nearly 20 minutes with four-eye night vision goggles, just when the doctor was worried about whether he would be poisoned by methane, Mason, who was leading the way in front, led everyone to climb a rusty metal staircase.

"Which one is the entrance to the tunnel?" Sonny muttered as he looked at the five or six pipe entrances arranged in high and low in front of him.

Sonny, who was responsible for fire support, still had his favorite Mk46 MOD0 light machine gun as his secondary weapon. In addition, deputy captain Ray Perry also carried an SR25 semi-automatic sniper rifle as a long-range support weapon.

Most of the other SEALs chose Noveske N4 as their main weapon, and their secondary weapon was the MDX508 short-barreled assault rifle, which Jack was also familiar with.

However, the barrel length of this rifle used by the SEALs was much shorter than the 8.5-inch barrel used by Jack's wanted criminal team, only 5.5 inches, and the size was almost the same as that of an ordinary submachine gun using pistol bullets.

When using subsonic .300BLK bullets and equipped with silencers, even without using tactical soundproofing headphones, in this closed environment, the sound of gunfire is still friendly to people's eardrums.

Seeing that Sonny had put his hand on the iron fence of one of the pipe openings, Mason pointed to his left, "This one still leads to the sewer, and that one leads to the tunnel."

The burly Sonny stood at the entrance of the passage he pointed to, bent down slightly and took a horse stance, and with a force of both hands, he removed the rusted fence.

"Thank you, Mr. Mason." Clay patted Mason on the shoulder, expressing a certain degree of recognition.

The SEALs, including Clay who arrived later, were not aware of the grievances between him and the FBI, but generally speaking, an old man who could be secretly detained by the FBI for decades could not be a simple person.

But they did not know Mason, but they trusted Jack very much, especially Clay, who knew how much Jack treasured his FK7.5.

Since Jack was willing to hand over his precious spare gun to the other party, coupled with the performance of this person just now, it was enough for everyone to release a certain degree of goodwill.

Climbing through this short pipe and prying open an iron fence again, a cold water vapor hit his face, and B5 Brock Reynolds, who served as a scout, jumped down first.

After confirming that it was safe, he blew a whistle, and the others followed one by one and jumped into the knee-deep sewage.

Goosby did not estimate the height well, and almost let out a short cry when he fell into the water. Fortunately, a strong arm grabbed his collar and lifted up the doctor who almost fell into the sewage.

"Be careful." Jack helped him to the side, and after confirming that he didn't sprain his ankle, he let him rest by the dirty tunnel.

This section of the tunnel is not long. According to the estimate, it will reach the bottom of the prison building after walking a little further. The other SEALs are going out to investigate, which gives them a few moments to rest.

Gusby took a deep breath. This place seemed to have been transformed into a part of the rainwater pipe. Although it still had a faint stench, it was much better than the sewer full of filth just now.

At least some squeaking sewer creatures, rats, have appeared around.

Mason sat next to Gusby and watched happily as Jack used a Snickers bar as bait and caught more than a dozen little Jerrys and stuffed them into a bag.

"You seem to enjoy this environment?" Gusby, who was pale, asked in confusion.

"At least this is much better than the monotonous prison life, isn't it?" Mason smiled at him, and his white teeth were particularly conspicuous in the dim light of the tactical flashlight.

"In there, besides expecting the prison guards to bring me two new books every week, I can only think about some boring philosophical questions, and I have to be careful not to be raped when I take a shower.

Speaking of which, the situation seems to have improved a lot in the past few years, perhaps because I am old and no longer attractive." Mason said with a bit of a smile in his face.

"I thought you had been in solitary confinement after escaping from prison twice in a row." Jack ruthlessly exposed his lie.

"But I am a little curious." Jack sat down next to the two of them. The bag in his hand was already quite heavy. Little Jerry struggled and screamed desperately in it, giving Goosebumps all over his body.

"Why don't you hand over those things in exchange for freedom?"

"Give them to that old bastard Womack?" Mason shook his head, with a hint of contempt on his face, "Are you sure that after I hand over the things, I will get freedom instead of other consequences?"

Jack's expression stagnated slightly. Well, he really didn't expect this.

His chief's previous performance did make him look down on him, but if he thought about it carefully, if Womack was really an idiot, why wasn't the person sitting in that position now Rossi or Rossi's "Little Muffin"?

Thinking of this, he could only shrug, "OK, but at least you can rest assured that no matter whether you can be free after this is over, your daughter Jade is safe."

"Someone once made a similar promise to me like you. I want to know, what is your relationship with him?" Mason's face showed a half-smile expression.

"David Rossi can be regarded as my teacher." Jack said bluntly. He took advantage of the break before taking action to chat with Rossi privately.

Just as Jack guessed, Rosie participated in the two pursuits after Mason escaped from prison. The two were old acquaintances, and even had a sense of sympathy for each other.

According to Rossi's original words, "If it's not a duty, maybe we can become friends."

Goolsby didn't understand what the two were talking about. He was more concerned about the creepy thing in Jack's hand, "Jack, why do you catch so many mice?"

Jack lifted the bag in his hand and smiled mysteriously at him, "You'll find out later."

The sound of water splashing sounded, and as the light beam of the tactical flashlight swayed slightly, Clay quickly walked towards the three of them and asked Mason.

"It's safe ahead. We have found the entrance to the prison bathroom. How far is it from the access point you mentioned?"

"97 steps. After walking this distance, we will reach the bathroom." Mason stood up and continued to lead the way.

Jack's face behind the two became a little serious. Although many details in the original drama were blurred, the famous scene in the bathroom where the commandos were wiped out was still fresh in his memory.

It is true that the SEALs led by Jason are more than a bit stronger than the seemingly elite commandos in the original show, and they have the halo of the protagonist, but this is not their home field after all, and it is hard to say whether the halo of the protagonist will work.

Of course, being ambushed can be avoided if possible, but the bathroom is the best way to sneak into the prison building, because the drone shows that the opponent's headquarters is located in it.

Therefore, when Jason and the others were formulating a raid plan, Jack could not directly say that Dr. Goolsby's conjecture was correct. The VX missile was hidden in the morgue of the prison hospital not far away, and we could go straight there.

You must know that the prison building is the strongest building on the island. Since it can prevent prisoners from escaping, it can also prevent outsiders from entering. Once the two-ton iron door is closed, even if a seal wants to break into it, it will be extremely difficult. Difficult things.

The plan that Jason and the others discussed was to sneak into the prison building first. If they could directly capture or kill General Hammer alive, or paralyze the opponent's headquarters, that would be the best result.

The worst-case scenario of this plan is to catch one or two alive, and asking the opponent for the location of all missiles and launchers is the best solution.

After walking 97 steps along the bathroom drainage pipe, which was two meters in diameter and had long since dried up, everyone came to the bottom of the manhole that Mason said, where there was an upward iron ladder.

B5 Brock Reynolds put the probe of a fiber optic camera out of the manhole cover of the manhole cover, and as expected found a laser motion sensor on the manhole cover.

"I can try to deal with it. The principle of this thing is very simple. It is just an invisible laser beam passing through the top of the manhole cover. When the laser beam is blocked, an alarm will sound."

Brock said as he was about to take out the tool bag, but was stopped by Jack.

"Don't you think it's strange? If it's a simple laser sensor, they should set it up in a far corner so that it's less likely to be discovered. Why is it placed so clearly on the manhole cover?"

Jack's question immediately stopped Bullock. He hesitated for a while and suddenly realized, he subconsciously stopped and lowered his voice.

"You're right. This is probably a trap. The sensor is probably equipped with vibration sensing. Maybe my actions just now have triggered the alarm."

"You'll know after you try it." Jack smiled and handed him the bag in his hand.

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"The bathroom alarm has been triggered, sir! We have guests!"

A loud shout came from the command post set up in the prison guard room, waking up several soldiers who were dozing against the wall, as well as General Hammer, who was staring out the window and smoking a cigar silently.

"Damn it, I knew those guys would definitely send someone here!"

"Kill them!"

The soldiers grabbed their weapons and rushed toward the corridor with low shouts.

The prison bathroom is only a few dozen meters away from the guard room that serves as the headquarters. Except for the two groups of people stationed outside, General Hammer and the remaining nine soldiers rushed into the shower that sounded the alarm in less than two minutes. between.

The shower room in the prison bathroom can be used by thirty or forty people at the same time. It is quite large and has an upper and lower floor structure. In order to facilitate prison guards' surveillance, an open corridor is specially set up on the second floor.

The soldiers who rushed into the shower room quickly seized the advantageous terrain of the second-floor corridor, with their guns pointed downwards.

As the switch was pulled down and the old tungsten filament bulb was lit, the soldiers pointed their guns at the unobstructed shower room, but were shocked to find that there was nothing except squeaking rats all over the floor. One thing.

"Farke!"

A black soldier who felt that it was a false alarm swore, held up the black beret on his head, and laughed at his companions, "Is this the little trap you said you specially arranged before? It caused us all to run away in vain. A trip."

"Damn it, it's actually a rat." The soldier with Asian skin color felt a little embarrassed on his face and spit on the ground.

Two soldiers escorted General Hammer down the steps and came to the manhole cover of the manhole in the middle of the bathroom. They looked down with a flashlight and found nothing.

General Hammer picked up the motion sensor that had been knocked over on the ground, and a soldier next to him immediately lay on the ground, put his ear to the inspection port and listened for a while, then shook his head at him.

The general looked at the little Jerrys who were running around wet and not afraid of people, and then turned to look at the black soldier wearing a black beret.

"I remember you said before that you made some good things that can clean the sewers. Take one out and try it."

The black soldier shook his face and smiled very ferociously, "Are you sure, General?"

"Of course I'm sure, Captain, the pipes below are as complicated as a maze. It's hard to guarantee that there won't be bigger "rat" coming in. We need to carry out a thorough disinfection."

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At this time, underground.

All the seals withdrew from the drainage pipes, standing in knee-deep water close to the moss-covered walls on both sides of the tunnel, not daring to breathe.

"What are we waiting for?" Goosby asked in a low voice close to Jack's ear.

"Of course, we'll wait to see if anyone from above will come down to check. As long as we can catch a live person, we'll know the specific arrangement of the other party."

Jack was in a good mood. The biggest hidden danger was eliminated. The next step was a tough battle with real guns and bullets. With the strength of him and SEAL Team B, they were not at all inferior even when facing opponents of the same level.

With a clear "clang" coming, Captain Jason, who was standing on the other side of the pipe mouth, smiled on his painted face and gave Jack a thumbs up.

However, the smile did not last long on his face, because the sound only sounded once, and then there was no movement.

After waiting for a while, Jason pulled down the four-eye night vision goggles on his head with some doubts, and quickly looked into the pipe, but found nothing. No one went down the inspection port into the pipe as they expected.

At this moment, Mason sniffed in doubt and muttered in a low voice, "What's the smell?"

Taste? Jack was also a little confused. With the golden finger, he could not only enhance his five senses positively, but also reduce them in the opposite direction. Otherwise, he would not have chosen to learn some forensic skills at the beginning.

From the moment he entered the stinking sewer, he had reduced his sense of smell to the same level as some patients with severe rhinitis.

Just as he was hesitating whether to restore his sense of smell to that of an ordinary person, the air in the tunnel suddenly made a sharp whistling sound, followed by a scorching wave of air gushing out along the drainage pipe, and the flames instantly blocked everyone's vision.