Chapter 123: Hired Team

Earth at this time.

On the Siberian plains, dozens of black off-road vehicles formed a huge fleet.

The advancing black off-road vehicle was filled with heavily armed mercenaries, each with their rifles mounted and placed flat on the back seat.

The weapon in the back seat kept bouncing up and down as the vehicle sped down the bumpy country dirt road.

"John, how long does it take to reach the mission target?" A mercenary asked boredly, crossing his legs and holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"Let me take a look." The middle-aged man who was driving picked up the GPS on his waist and looked at it.

"There are still a hundred kilometers left, and it will only take two hours at the current speed." John stuffed the GPS back into his waist and focused on driving.

At this time, a satellite passed over the convoy.

The brain located at the Sith Technology headquarters was suddenly activated by pictures sent from the satellite.

"There are a large number of vehicles near the secret base where agent Liu Ming is stored, and the path overlaps with the secret base."

"All special teams within a radius of 500 kilometers set off to intercept all these unknown vehicles." An order was sent to all Sith security teams located near the Siberian Permafrost Research Center.

In a factory not far from the Permafrost Research Center, as the roof of the factory building opened to both sides, helicopters took off, and dozens of armored vehicles drove out from the ground. Helicopters and armored vehicles alternately covered the vehicles heading towards the factory. The incoming convoy rushes away.

"Command center, this is 001. We haven't found the enemy convoy yet. Are you sure they are in this direction?" the helicopter pilot asked doubtfully, looking at the empty plain below the plane.

"This is the command center. According to satellite images, the enemy is ten kilometers east of you at three o'clock." The voice of the command center came from the communicator.

"Command center, I'm sure we haven't found any enemies. It's over." The helicopter pilot turned on the infrared imaging on the plane, but still found no abnormalities on the ground.

"This is impossible, their convoy is almost overlapping with yours!" The confused voice of the command center dispatcher sounded in the communicator.

At this time, in the other direction of the Permafrost Research Center, the real convoy could vaguely see the huge and dilapidated experimental building of the research center.

"The employer said that he would find a way to lure away the security here. It was really impressive. I didn't even see a single person along the way." John muttered as he drove the car.

"I don't know how they did it, but at least our task is much easier." The teammate on the side answered.

If they could link to the satellite above their heads, they would find that their convoy appeared in another place hundreds of kilometers away, and the place where it was originally was empty.

"Didi Didi, you have new information." The tablet computer in the off-road vehicle rang, and one person clicked on the information.

"The employer sent a message, asking us to deal with the permafrost research center within half an hour. The enemy has discovered that he has been fooled and is rushing over." The team member read the message aloud.

A few minutes later, the convoy stopped in a circle in front of the Permafrost Research Center building.

"We're here, gogogo!" the captain shouted, jumping out of the off-road vehicle, reaching out and taking out the weapon from the back seat and throwing it to the team members aside.

"Group 1, 2, and 3 follow me in. Group 4 will prepare heavy weapons and stay outside. Time is running out! Go!" After saying that, the captain raised his rifle and walked towards the door of the seemingly abandoned experimental building, with nearly thirty people behind him. Keep up quickly.

The fourth group responsible for staying behind took out heavy machine guns and shoulder-fired missile launchers from the trunk of the off-road vehicle. These weapons were smuggled in from customs with the help of the mysterious employer.

Bang bang bang, dozens of shots later, the rusty steel lock of the research center door was shot open by bullets. As several team members pushed open, the door made a rusty and harsh friction sound.

"This place looks abandoned for a long time. Is there really anything the employer wants?" The captain frowned as he looked at the broken tables and chairs in the hall.

Reaching out to push aside a large piece of white spider web, the captain walked towards the hall with his rifle raised.

"Captain, it looks like there's no danger here." John, who was at the back of the team, put down the rifle in his hand and shouted from the top.

"Shh..." The captain made a shushing gesture and pointed to the smooth handle of the door in front. The door handle without a trace of dust showed that someone had just used it recently.

"Beep, beep, beep." There was a sound of something being activated, and the captain looked desperately at the flashing detector at his feet.

"run!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Marx statues on both sides of the hall flipped upwards, and machine guns rose from the huge pedestals at the bottom of the statues.

With the sound of the gun barrel slowly rotating, countless bullets shot out from eight groups of automatic machine gun towers on both sides of the hall.

The captain reflexively rolled forward to avoid the incoming bullets, but the team members behind him were not so lucky. The mercenaries who had not yet run far were beaten into a ball of blood by the hail of bullets.

"Fu*k!" the captain yelled.

In the end, only eight mercenaries cleverly rolled behind the statue and escaped by using the huge base as a cover.

The mercenary captain who had arrived at the gate had obviously left the attack range of the machine gun tower. After confirming that there were no living creatures, the machine gun tower raised the barrel again and slowly sank into the base. Eight of them had different shapes. The statue re-closed and returned to its original position.

"F*k! I knew it was not so easy to get these hundreds of millions of dollars. There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world!" The captain of the mercenaries stood up and spat fiercely. Half of his mercenary team was lost at the beginning of the mission, and all the hard work accumulated over the years was gone.

"Keep going. We can't let the brothers die in vain. When we get the bounty, their pension will be increased fivefold!" The captain of the mercenaries gritted his teeth.

"John, you open the door!" The captain of the mercenaries gave John two positions.

John wanted to refuse because he was afraid of traps, but he met the captain's vicious eyes. He shrugged helplessly and walked forward around the mechanism on the ground.

John gently grasped the door handle, thinking that there would be an electric shock mechanism that would be triggered, but there was no reaction at all.

Everyone walked towards the open door with guns raised, and saw a long corridor with the Soviet style of the 1980s.

The shabby chandelier above the corridor was shaking gently, and a ray of sunlight poured in from the broken window opposite the corridor.

The rooms on both sides of the corridor were in a mess, as if they had experienced some great turmoil.

"Ding, you have new information." Suddenly, the communicators of the mercenary captain and several mercenaries rang.

A picture of a culture tank appeared on everyone's communicator, with the word "target" marked in extra-large English.

"The mission target has been sent, spread out and look for it, and be careful of the trap." The captain shouted to the remaining eight team members.

Brothers, vote~~