Although it was already late at night, the wet and hot air during the day was like a shadow that was accompanying people. Only when facing the gentle breeze blowing through the window can the nighthawks feel that little coolness. It just proved that they were still in the world and were fled.

The fiery hell of death.

Under the leadership of the driver, they passed through the bustling city, like the birthplace of this ancient civilization, advancing on the banks of the M Gong River.

The m Gong River is the most important transnational water area in Asia and the sixth longest river in the world. Its main source is Zhaqu, and its origin is Qinghai Province, my country. It travels through many countries and finally flows into the South China Sea. The scenery on both sides of the m Gong River is very beautiful. Beautiful, houses with an alien flavor are hidden among the swaying branches, and under the neon lights on both sides of the river, a hint of mysterious charm is even more visible.

The drive is very short and you will soon arrive at the dock.

It was late at night, and although the city continued to be hustle and bustle during the day, singing and dancing everywhere, bars, casinos, nightclubs, countless, M Valley, originally a world entertainment city.

But prosperity is always very far away from this place where you work forever. The workers who have worked hard for a day have already fallen asleep. They have no energy to enjoy their spiritual life. Tomorrow will be another day of hard work to support their families.

The entire pier was quiet, only insects and birds chirping in unknown places.

The moonlight is like water, gently sprinkling like every corner of the dock. After passing through rows of high container boxes, the car stopped on the shore of the dock. Nighthawk jumped out of the car and looked at the surrounding environment. It was empty.

There was nothing, and he turned around and looked at Lao Liu inquiring.

Lao Liu explained, "A large area here is the place where the gun battle that day, and the specific place should be this area." Nighthawk nodded, turned around and looked at the shore. Sure enough, there was a standing every 4-5 steps on the shore.

Iron pier.

The nighthawk didn't shoot the flashlight, just looking for the pillar Doro said one by one in the moonlight. After a few steps, he found a red paint on the pier that looked like a child was graffitiing.

A casual circle.

Nighthawk waved at Lao Liu. Lao Liu ran over quickly.

"It should be here." Nighthawk said, "You are sure" Lao Liu asked for questions.

"It should be" Nighthawk nodded. "Press the code name Doro told me, only this place is."

"Okay, then start working." Old Liu turned around excitedly and went to arrange.

The equipment they brought was very complete, even with diving suits. Another person climbed onto the crane. Under the light, one person was using the walkie-talkie to guide his work direction. With a plop, the diver sank into the air with bubbles.

In the deep and invisible water, Nighthawk and Lao Liu squatted on the shore and waited quietly.

After waiting for a while, as a string of bubbles emerged from the water, the diver also appeared.

"There is a container below." The diver said loudly.

"Okay," Lao Liu rubbed his hands and turned around and said behind him, "Give him a hook, go down one person, help him hook, let the top prepare, and the crane lifts it up for me."

With Lao Liu's instructions, the group of people he brought were busy in an orderly manner. Diving, driving, and commanding. Everything was going on step by step.

"Where will the things be delivered later?" Nighthawk asked.

Old Liu smiled mysteriously, "You will know when you go to the place." After saying that, he turned around and saw that his men were busy.

Nighthawk and his team members rolled their eyes at Lao Liu's back.

It's also mysterious. It seems that they still don't regard us as their own people. A few of them are too lazy to ask. They don't let others answer and they are even embarrassed. The military spear simply squatted on the ground alone and hummed his Henan bangzi again.

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Yasha walked over and asked curiously, "Hey, I said, why are you always humming this? Is it okay to just say it? "The military sect doesn't agree with it?" What's wrong? I think the song in our hometown is not good, I will tell you, we hum.

It's very historical. If I had to change to the Song Dynasty, I sing the famous accent, which was Mandarin. Don't be ungrateful and take you to appreciate the art without any affection."

Yasha curled his lips at him, "It's a pity that you have been reborn as a wrong child. You have been born for hundreds of years late, but you didn't catch up with the good time. Don't say, maybe you still came from that time. Oh, you're a sin, the material of a general

Now I'm going to be a gouvli."

Listening to Yasha's teasing, Juntao did not react at all. He kept smiling and nodding and praised him, and turned around and gave him an official position.

After passing the military sect again, he said, "Actually, I can only be considered half a Henan native. My mother is from H-nan and my dad is from S-dong, but Mulan is nice, and it's good to sing for you." Listen to him

No one took it seriously as he explained it to himself.

Several people were busy making fun of nothing. Lao Liu had already hung up the container. Immediately, everyone closed their mouths at the same time and watched the container breaking out of the water. The water flowed aimlessly along its surroundings.

The scattered shore was wet all over the ground.

"What a big guy. If you really have a nuclear bomb in this thing, you will probably have to blow up half of Bangkok." The landmine said, tuning.

Under the command of the personnel below, the crane slowly hung the container onto the container truck that had been waiting for aside.

Seeing that everything had stopped, Lao Liu greeted everyone on the walkie-talkie and prepared to evacuate.

A few minutes later, everyone gathered next to the container truck. Lao Liu counted the number of people and told everyone to follow the formation just now. The truck followed the convoy, and then waved his hand and everyone was about to get on the bus.

Everyone scattered in one moment. Old Liu smiled and said to Nighthawk, "Let's go too." Seeing Nighthawk nod, he turned around to the side of the car, Nighthawk and the others followed closely.

Suddenly, the gunshots were heard, and Lao Liu, who was walking in the front, fell down. Then, many guys holding submachine guns rushed out of the darkness, and shot at the crowd.

Nighthawks quickly pulled out their pistols and lay down on the spot to fight back.

Although their reaction was not slow, they were raided after all, and the hunters did not equip them with heavy firepower weapons this time. Only one person was given a pistol and a saber.

At that time, the military sect complained that if he met a bad person, he would have to sit and get shot. Now it has come true. Yasha kept scolding the crow.

Lao Liu's men were not much better. Such a team of people had only a few submachine guns, but they were shot by a sudden attack. Under the suppression of the enemy's rapid firepower, the people brought by Lao Liu fell one by one.

After going down, the remaining few hurried behind the container truck with Nighthawk and others, relying on the large volume of the container truck to do tactical avoidance.

After experiencing the initial panic, Nighthawk quickly calmed down and through the gaps in the container truck, he found that there were about twenty people opposite him. He saw that he had not received any special training and had no sense of protection.

, just suppress them with the heavy firepower in his hands and slowly move towards them.

Nighthawk made a few gestures behind him. Yasha and Junta immediately understood and turned around and walked towards the rear of the car. Nighthawk said to Lao Liu's remaining subordinates.

"If you want to survive, follow us." These people are usually good at it, but they were stunned just now, and now they have calmed down. They know that they need one person to command now, without their own leadership.

They nodded without hesitation and agreed to Nighthawk, as if they had handed their lives to him.

Nighthawk nodded with satisfaction. Looking at the enemy getting closer and closer, he raised his hand to signal everyone to lie down. From the chassis of the truck, he aimed at the opponent's feet. In the darkness, there was obviously no attacking crowd.

Seeing the ambushed person's actions, he was still laughing arrogantly and sweeping the bullets to approach the truck, preparing to seize goods and kill people.

"30 meters, 25 meters, meter", the nighthawk counted in his mouth, the whistling of bullets became louder and louder, and he could even clearly hear the other party's speech. When the count reached 10 meters, the nighthawk loudly

He shouted to his side, "Call".

The people who could not wait to pull the trigger in their hands desperately and shot the bullets of hatred directly at the lower body of the other party. The bullets penetrated the other party's calves. Suddenly, more than a dozen people in front were wailing like cutting wheat.

Got down.

At this moment, Yasha and the Junta rushed out of the rear of the car as if their butts were lit, and circled a semicircle and surrounded the attackers who had been knocked on the spot.

The Nighthawks next to the truck here didn't want to give them time to react in a daze. After standing up, the group of people did not use the car to cover it. They just bypassed the car and shot the people standing in a free round of shooting.

When these untrained guys saw that their people suddenly fell down, they inexplicably wanted to scatter all over for cover, for fear that they would become the same as those on the ground, but just after they ran a few steps, they were stabbed by the Yasha Army.

, and the Nighthawks and their firepower were shaking.

This time, Nighthawk and the others came all good at shooting skills, and they almost hit the gun, and the battle was resolved in less than a minute. Only a dozen people were still crying and struggling on the ground.

Jun ran forward, picked up the submachine gun on the ground, and shot the wounded with hatred, and his mouth was also yelling with his angry roar, because his butt was cut by a bullet just now, and it was still hurting now.

I was so panicked that I would ask these people to vent my emotions when I had nothing to do. Anyway, no one cares about this place, so these people will die if they die.

Looking at these people who were raiding, Nighthawk was confused for a long time. It was said that this operation was very secretive, so how could such a group of people suddenly appear to attack?

While he was thinking hard, a sound of wheels gradually approached. Everyone became nervous, picked up the guns left by the sneak attackers on the ground, and looked for hidden objects to guard the spot.

Two vans quickly appeared in sight. They stopped near the truck and the headlights shone directly on the container truck.
Chapter completed!