Containment control starts with the umbrella

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All sorts of abnormalities made the three Spartans instantly alert.

John immediately raised his left hand, motioned for Karl to check whether the door can be opened normally, and then asked Myron to stand aside to cover.

The two people who were instructed began to act.

"Click—"

Carl held the door handle, unable to turn it, let go and looked at the two people beside him and shook his head

Seeing this, John walked slowly to Karl's side and looked at Myron again.

Myron immediately understood the meaning and nodded, walked to the front of the door, and...

"Boom!"

Myron raised his leg and kicked the Spartan. The iron door was deformed and bent and kicked open, and the door frame raised a large amount of dust.

"Tap!"

Immediately afterwards, Carl and John rushed into the house, and Myron followed.

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The internal layout of the house is slightly modern.

On the right, there is a long table against the wall. The table is full of various weapons and equipment, as well as several solid military computers.

On the left is a rusty iron frame bed, and there are a few stains on the sheets and bedding.

Opposite the door is a window covered with light-blocking cloth, which just happens to be able to observe the Manor of Mehammoud.

And the black agent with the dagger in his hand was facing the tight-faced Spartans with his back.

The agent trembled all over, twitched constantly, and repeated to himself:

"I'm Agent Umbrella, I can't neglect my responsibility, I don't want to kill, I'm Umbrellat..."

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Upon seeing this, the three people who cooperated with each other immediately reacted.

Carl walked slowly to the long table, taking the lead in controlling weapons and equipment.

John and Myron walked forward, one left and the other, only two meters away from the agent.

John asked in a low voice: "Agent, please report the situation."

"Status...report..."

Seeing the black agent turning around, John and Myron became more solemn.

I saw the agent's eyes rolled up, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his temples were violent.

The expression is sometimes ferocious, sometimes confused, as if in a violent psychological struggle.

but.

"Only by killing can you be free."

Following these words, the agent's eyes turned strangely, and finally focused on Myron.

The agent's action made Mellen's adrenaline soar, but he didn't mind if there was something strange.

"Shoo!" The dagger raised up and made a broken voice.

"Puff!" The human vomited blood.

Sure enough, the agent launched an attack on Myron, but the latter dodged sideways and was hit by a right uppercut.

"thump!"

Due to the strong inertia, the agent lifted his head into the air, spraying a large amount of blood from his nose and mouth, and suddenly lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, John walked quickly to the agent's side.

Kneeling on the ground, put the index finger of his left hand under the agent's nostril, and touched the agent's neck.

Then he looked at Myron, who was still on guard, and said in a reproachful tone:

"Number three, your strength almost killed him, pay attention later."

"Yes." Melan, who was in a serious state, said briefly.

John picked up the agent and put it on the bed, and ordered: "No. Three, go downstairs to watch the surrounding situation.

On the 4th, first contact other teams to confirm whether they encounter a situation similar to ours, and then report the matter to the base command center."

"Yes." (x2)

The two Spartans act separately.

Before leaving the room, Mellen shook the iron door straight, and took the door shut before going downstairs.

Karl used the computer to switch to the encrypted communication between Spartans to communicate.

John picked up the rope on the table and bound and sealed the unknown agent, so as not to continue to go crazy after waking up.

Half a minute later

"On the 7th, other groups also encountered similar situations." Carl said.

"Yeah." John, who was observing the manor while squatting down behind the window, asked, "What did the base say?"

"The base said let us decide whether to withdraw from the war zone."

John tilted his head to look at Karl and asked, "How did the other Spartans decide?"

"It's you." Karl said.

Upon hearing this, John set up his posture and continued to observe the manor and said quietly: "Tell the base that the decapitation will be executed as usual."

"Yes."

After that, the safe house fell silent.

Carl cleans up his equipment, John observes the layout of the nearby streets, and Myron is vigilant outside.

The city remains the same.

The loudspeaker tower continued to repeat the Swahili language that the Spartans did not understand.

Only waiting for the night to come, Dadaab will be completely liberated by Umbrella.

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Time: 23:50

It was dark at night.

After all, this place is extremely backward, with only a few surplus families, and the manor in the center of the city lit up.

on the street.

"Crack~crack~" Flames burned in the tin barrel, making a clicking noise.

The fire light illuminates the street corner and provides vision for the two militiamen on duty here.

At this moment, a fat militiaman scratched his chin and lazily said to the thin man beside him:

"Ninaendachoo (I'm going to the toilet)." The fat militiaman finished speaking and left here with his rifle.

The thin militiaman looked at his fellow's back and reminded: "Baadayashiti, rudiharaka (after shit, come back soon)!"

"Nini (ah)." The fat man waved his hand.

The thin man shrugged helplessly.

But as soon as he turned his head, he saw a beautiful white woman in front of him.

"Click!" The crisp sound.

Let the last sight of this militiaman during his lifetime be fixed on this beautiful face.

I saw John, Myron, and Carl at the corner of the street.

The equipment of the three Spartans is standard for Umbrella agents, and the guns are equipped with subsonic bullets and suppressors.

And John was the initiator of the click, and he easily broke the neck of the militia with both hands.

"Huh?" The fat militia also noticed the strangeness behind him.

"Ka!" Before the fat man turned his head, Mellen made the same action as John did.

"Plop." (x2)

Throwing the two bodies into the alley, they continued to move eastward against the wall.

After the assassination, they didn't frown and didn't feel any discomfort.

After witnessing the cruel and inhumane suburbs, they were already familiar with death.

Even…

When killing those militiamen who have wiped out humanity, they will feel a little bit of pleasure in their hearts, thinking that they are doing the right thing.

As said before.

Before Spar can become a perfect killing machine, he must be baptized with blood.

The three came to an alley quietly, and the fence of the manor was in front of them.

Immediately, John used the communication to whisper: "This is Group Seven, ready."

"Group One is ready."

"Group Nine prepares..."

The communications continued to hear the voices of the other four captains.

Then John said: "The command center needs real-time dynamic help."

"The command center received that the drone has arrived over the target manor, and the image will be transmitted to your holographic glasses.

I wish you all the best in your graduation exams, Spartans."

"To understanding."