Ace of the Dragon Division

In a commercial MPV, the elite British special forces in plainclothes were carrying guns, smoking cigarettes one at a time.

A teammate couldn't help but ask the captain, "Who's in the car? Need so much protection from us? ”

Captain: “I don't know, my superiors ordered me to make sure that this car arrived safely at its destination and that anyone on the road who interfered or attacked it would kill each other unconditionally! ”

“I'm curious, isn't it the queen?” One member pushed narrowly: “Otherwise, would it be rare to gather our most elite special forces together? ”

The captain shook his head: "Did you hear about the recent events? ”

“You mean a stranger? ”

The captain nodded and looked a little heavily: "Many people have died over at MI6, and so far the murderer remains at large. ”

“I've heard that the strangers have learned that this is a very organized and disciplined group whose motives and behavior for committing crimes are very confusing, and I don't know what exactly they're trying to do with so many people. ”

“Forget who they have offended, but here they have no reason to let them leave alive if they dare to provoke their country.” A member sighed.

The captain looked at the taxi lane in front: “I suspect our mission will have something to do with the strangers. ”

The rest of the team looked shocked.

There's worry, there's expectation, there's tension.

Just queued up for a pizza disco and received a message from Xu Cheng on the phone.

“A business car with license plate number * * * * has 10 elite A-class experts in the ambush, be careful.” Xu Cheng naturally saw the cat in the business car behind him on top of the taxi head. He looked at them with a glance and guessed that the group were elite, giving back instantly to the past.

10 Class A Elite Special Forces, without any bulletproof measures, Dissey can't fight! If the men were hands-free, he had no weakness, and the key was that he could not use armor piercing as a shield like Walla, who was more powerful at speed and burst than Walla, and the weakness was obvious, Walla was much weaker at speed and burst, and his claws were not comparable to Walla's.

If Walla is a warrior, then Dissey is the assassin, so the night is better suited for him, but his task must change temporarily in the face of 10 elite Special Forces.

In the makeshift home camp, people saw Dissey come back with Kentucky and pizza, and Lee Wei asked curiously, “What brings you back? Mission accomplished? ”

“No, there's an ambush across the street. I need help.” Desai Road, and handed it to Li Wei.

Li Wei looked at a message from Captain Xu Cheng, understood, and handed it to Dulson: “You go with Diesel and send a bomb gift pack to the special forces who ambushed us! ”

Dulson looked at the message and smiled slightly: "Got it. ”

Dissey left with Kentucky and Pizza and Dawson.

The two first arrived at an abandoned dump on the outskirts of London and then found an arms trafficker.

This guy is usually a beggar king picking up garbage, but his other identity is the head of one of the arms smuggling strongholds. He has many beggars who have contracted all the garbage in London, but these beggars are actually his informants, and in addition to these people who are responsible for the smuggling of arms, they have also contracted additional medicines!

When Dixie found this guy, he pretended to be pathetic, and Dixie put the dagger directly around his neck and said, "Give me a bag of explosives enough to blow up a business car. ”

The beggar pretended to be scared: “I don't know what you're talking about. ”

“I don't have time to joke with you.” Diesel, pull your face down: “I know you do this exclusively. ”

“Are you from the police or the black market?” Ask the beggar.

DULSEN: "The latter, Sal introduced. ”

Beggar: “Which monkey? ”

Dulson: “What do you think? How many Mexican gangsters are there? ”

The beggar was slightly stunned: “I need to call to confirm. ”

“Whatever, but hurry up and tell him, Mr. Fong wants it.” Dulson Road.

The beggar nodded and called Sal in Las Vegas on an international long-distance call.

“Hey, Iron Rooster, what's up?” Sal calls the beggar a nickname that won't spare a penny of garbage.

“Boss Sal, I asked you, I have two people here who need something. They said you introduced them? ”

“Did I introduce you?” Sal smiled. “Are you being held hostage now? If I said no, would you refuse them? ”

The beggar laughed bitterly: "I wish you'd say yes now, because I was really put around my neck with a knife. ”

SAL: “Did they say anything? What's his name? ”

Beggars: “They say Mr. Fang wants it. ”

“Mr. Fong!” Sal was surprised: "Iron Rooster, sell them what they want. You don't have to take the money. I'll treat you back to Las Vegas. ”

The beggars were relieved: “It's not just the cops or Interpol. Do they want to give anything? Aren't you afraid they'll take too much to bankrupt you? ”

“Humph.” Sal snorted: “With that little inventory in your hand, the casino under your brother's name can take it all down in a month. Cut the crap, what they want, don't ask. I'll hang up first. ”

“Well, I'm so fucking jealous you bastard can wash up. Good luck with the loss someday so you can correct the evil and continue pimping with me.” Beggars despise.

Salhaha laughed: "There will never be a day when my brother will be helped by nobles. ”

After hanging up the phone, the beggar looked at Diesel and asked him, "Do you want an instant explosion or a chronic explosion? I do not recommend improvised detonation because the power to detonate a commercial vehicle may also be affected, and I recommend the use of a C-4 bomb consisting of chronic explosives. ”

DULSEN: “How long does it take to implode? What's the extent of the detonation? ”

Beggars: “It can be made into a grenade device that must explode within three seconds of striking, with a large range of 20 square meters of killing power, but it can fluctuate up to 100 square meters, only fluctuations can shatter glass 2 centimeters thick, if it is a person, causing a slight shock to the tinnitus head, which is not desirable based on distance, unless you want to be a human bomb. ”

Dixie looked at Dulson and said, "In three seconds, are you sure you won't hurt yourself? ”

Beggar: “How can it not be hurt, the wave range is 100 meters! One of them accidentally hit you with pieces of spare parts from those detonators. ”

"Yes," said Dulson. ”

The beggar's eyelids jumped.