Call of Duty: This big brother is okay, he really does something

Chapter Eighty-Eight Did She Just Stuff a Bullet in Your Mouth?!!

Lunch.

The little mute asked her technicians to drop maps and other materials on the screens of the war room.

Soap and Ghost stood on each side, hands on their belts observing the others, and by this time, SC Johnson had regained the seriousness of the battle.

He stood in front of the screen, facing the others, and shouted, “All of them!” ”

“Now is the beginning of the mission, the code name of the operation: Trident Loader.”

“Our target is Ivan de Solo.”

As he spoke, the little mute took the remote control to SC Johnson, who pointed to the screen: “He has a hard disk hanging from his neck and never leaves his body.” ”

“Considering that he will not voluntarily hand over the hard drive, we need to kill him.”

“Near the Alamo Sea north of Los Santo, the Sarnola Desert, is his hiding base.”

“The structure of the base is complex, with a large number of hostile personnel and heavy fire weapons in it.”

“Enter the base, break through the barrier, kill Ivan, blow up his private server fleet.”

“It’s an unofficial operation, so we won’t have any back-up.”

“And there are no rules of engagement, the enemy is a mercenary like us, and the consequences are known from the day we enter the industry.”

“Still have questions?”

No one spoke, and the others looked at each other.

The little mute raised his hand and sent a message to SC Johnson on his mobile phone: “What about the reward? ”

SC Johnson saw it and blinked, “There are three rewards. ”

“First, the information base of the Magnesium Guy can regain a safe, glorious and great Hollywood movie-style ending.”

“Second, the FIB will be willing to pay a lot of money to buy back this unsightly information.”

“As for the three…”

Johnson blinked, looked at the little mute, and said seriously: “You can get a chance to chase me, it is very precious.” ”

After saying this, the crowd rolled their eyes, took their weapons and whispered and left the war room.

Soap looked at Sc johnson with an indisputable look: “Shame on you, don’t say you’re my captain when you go out later, it’s too humiliating.” ”

Sc johnson was a little embarrassed, as if he had said earthy love words, and coughed softly to the little mute and said, “Or I can chase you, in short, give you a chance.” ”

The little mute sniffed, raised an eyebrow, took out his pistol, withdrew a bullet and shoved it into SC Johnson’s mouth, and turned to leave.

The three of them were stunned.

The ghost took off his glasses and looked at Johnson, “Did she just put a bullet in your mouth?” ”

Soap was unclear: “What does this mean?” I don’t care about you? Or do you want to die? ”

Johnson took out the bullet and looked at it, raising his eyebrows: “These ladies, too good, simply too good, it is almost my Zhuang someone will kill.” ”

“Less verbose, let’s go!”

Soon, the base of the little dumb fortress opened its explosion-proof doors.

Trevor is a retired Air Force pilot who has also served as a former soldier.

It was only because, according to others, that because of the mental problems of this product, he was forcibly discharged from the army.

But his flying skills are still very reliable.

So Trevor flew in a helicopter and carried the trio through the air.

Soap drove the arrogant golden fifteenth horse to carry the others overland.

Lester has trouble with his legs and feet and stays at the base to provide hacking technical support.

The task is just that, it’s simple.

Kill all the way in, get something and leave.

Two teams, Trevor and a group, needed to enter the base side from the direction of the Alamo Sea by surface speedboat provided by Hines.

Ivan has his own fleet operating 24 hours a day.

However, such a large fleet will produce high temperatures when operating, which requires heat dissipation treatment.

So somewhere in the Alamo Sea there is a cooling drain.

The Trevor trio needed to dive in from there, interrupting drainage cooling to stop the fleet from working due to the heat.

Meantime.

The SC Johnson four men attacked head-on, killing them all the way in and intercepting information before the server stopped.

Then the two groups converged and attacked Ivan’s hiding room.

Time was tight, and the two teams had not cooperated before.

SC Johnson didn’t know if those three people were reliable.

But considering that they can complete such a thing as a gold robbery, the ability should not be too bad.

On the road.

SC Johnson took the map of the base and memorized it.

Hines’s goods are still a bit fart.

Ivan’s base facilities were to be rebuilt, and an official investigation was inevitable, so Hines got a basic structural plan and gave it to SC Johnson.

Ivan will certainly have private remodelings, but the general framework of the interior will not change.

The ghost stared at a machine in the back compartment in a daze.

This is a directional electromagnetic pulse transmitter.

The price of this thing is not to say, anyway, it is very expensive.

But the point is, this thing is standard military, and it looks like it was removed from a fighter jet.

If you take this thing to the city to start, the signal of the small half of the city will be blocked by the disturbance.

At that time, any bank FIB building and other places will be severely blocked in the frequency band.

Proper high-risk equipment! To be wanted as the number one dangerous person.

“Where did you get this thing from?”

The ghost was shocked.

The little mute looked at it and didn’t speak.

In the headphones, Ley 890 Ste explained: “Ha, welcome to Los Santo. ”

“This thing was stolen from the humanitarian laboratory last time we were on a mission, with the assistance of CAI.”

“I haven’t had time to dispose of it yet.”

“Anyway, when you get to Ivan,” I can get the machine to send a pulse signal.”

“External surveillance automatic weapons are temporarily blocked.”

“But the server is inside the underground, so it won’t be disturbed, and you’ll have to get in.”

“All said, we are a professional team, don’t underestimate us.”

Hearing this, the ghost did not catch his breath for half a day.

SC Johnson and Soap play with guns and don’t understand technology.

But the ghost can understand that this thing is not much less dangerous than an aerial shell.

And this kind of thing, the little mute woman actually put it on the car so casually to eat ash?

It’s just a bit outrageous.

This kind of woman, captain a young man in his twenties, can he control it?

This must not be in turn packed up by the obedience of the fitting??

Feeling the surprise of the ghost, SC Johnson looked up at the little mute in the passenger seat.

Seeing that she was looking out of her mind outside the window, she whispered to the ghost, “I’ll just take this bite.” ”

“Otherwise, why did you choose to be a mercenary in the first place?”