The tense aura spread out in the dark space underground, and the heavy footsteps of Mr. Bang Bang broke the brief silence.

Now that things have come to this point, I can only fight the guy up close. However, just as the robot was about to enter the residential area, its pace suddenly stopped.

The elevator behind made a harsh friction sound, and it actually started to rise again. When the noise sounded, Lin Chi was also a little surprised.

——The seemingly scrapped elevator is starting to operate again? Could it be that other engineers have entered this safe house?

Recalling what the engineer said about "group graduation design", Lin Chi sighed.

Needless to say, things should have become complicated.

...

At the same time, next to the newsstand on the corner of the street, a group of soldiers armed to the teeth had quickly established temporary positions to prepare for the possible enemy at any time.

The costumes of these soldiers were weirdly dark blue, and the surface of the extremely smooth combat uniform was shining under the direct moonlight. They also had masks and goggles on their heads. There was no skin on their bodies exposed, which was a bit like a frogman lurking underwater for a long time.

Unlike divers, they did not carry oxygen cylinders and used a standard weapon for ground troops - the short-barrel G36C assault rifle.

At this time, under the protection of these strange-looking soldiers, a bearded man with a baseball cap was standing in front of the newspaper booth, staring at the password disk with his brows frowned, and his rough face was very serious.

"Is the password okay?" The man standing next to the engineer spoke.

"It's definitely this. If I'm wrong, I'll be electrocuted now." The engineer frowned and looked at the man.

The man who saved himself from the bloodthirsty mercenaries was this tall and tough man. He wore a brown beret and had a small but extremely powerful muscle, wrapped in a set of urban camouflage uniforms. He had gray and black oil paints on his face, and every time his expression changed, he would have a lot of wrinkles.

The appearance of this commander looked like a veteran who had experienced many battles, which made people feel inexplicably relieved. The engineer who survived the flesh-and-blooded city of Cayaland had no choice but to entrust his life to the commander and chose to move forward with this mysterious unit.

What the commander needs is a hiding place similar to the doomsday shelter.

Looking at the door that had not been opened at the newsstand, the engineer couldn't help but recall the scene when he and several other students completed this "graduation design". If they had not received the help of the Shelter Technology Company, they would not have completed a shelter of this size.

Time flies, and the student days are long-standing memories. Now I have a family, but I don’t know what happened to my family…

When he thought that his family was still alive and had no idea where he went, the engineer clenched his fists silently and waited for the newspaper booth to open.

——The commander has promised that as long as he can help the troops find a safe hideout, he can send several soldiers to find his family with him. The engineer is also very clear that the other party may regret it at any time, but now he has no other choice.

If you have no combat power at all, if you go alone to find your family, you will end up dying on the street. Even if you don’t know if the other party can trust you, you can only temporarily live under someone else’s roof.

"Are you okay?" The commander's voice was calm and powerful.

"have no idea……"

Before the engineer could finish his words, he heard a crackling sound inside the newspaper booth. He immediately opened the door of the newspaper booth, and then an unexpected scene came into his eyes:

The inside of the newspaper booth was already in a mess, with the metal "floor" full of messy footprints, and handprints and blood marks on the walls. Several black bugs were crawling inside, and when they saw people, they immediately rushed over.

Slap sex!

The commander pulled out his GLOCK-17 pistol, blasted several insects into pieces, looked down at the "cracks" with colorless mucus, and muttered in a low voice: "What is this?"

"It seems that someone has arrived in advance!" The engineer stared at the messy scene inside the newspaper booth in surprise: "Only my old classmates have the password here. Could it be them..."

"Do you have so many classmates?" the commander stared at the messy footprints.

The engineer shook his head: "I only have four people."

"It seems that other troops have taken the lead."

Speaking of this, the commander raised his lips, laughed, and said to the person who had been standing behind him: "You go down and search first."

"knew."

A hoarse voice sounded, and a black shadow emerged from behind the commander, like the dark god of death.

The man wearing a black one-piece combat uniform looked at the commander without blinking in green eyes. Although his hair was gray, the stubble and rough skin on his face looked like he had experienced many vicissitudes. However, the muscle contour under his combat uniform was still clear, highlighting the person's figure that was not inferior to that of a young man.

"Sam Fisher, the fourth echelon. The mission begins." The agent in black whispered his name.

"Go." The commander nodded.

Under the gaze of the special forces soldiers, the agent walked directly into the elevator, reached out and pressed the button inside, and the door of the newspaper booth slowly closed.

"Is it okay if he is the only one? Commander." A special forces soldier asked.

"That guy is the world's number one agent. If he doesn't work, then we will have a dead end if we go down." The commander smiled and inserted the GLOCK pistol into the holster.

"The world's number one?" The special forces soldier had a little doubt in his tone.

"Can you sneak into the heavily guarded command of Iran's Quds Force alone within five minutes?" asked the commander.

"No." The soldier shook his head.

"But he can. He seemed to have sneaked into the CIA in ten minutes." The commander stared at the closed metal door of the newspaper booth with thoughtfulness.

——In the previous war, another of his entourage had died, and the troops under his command also lost six soldiers. But as long as Sam Fisher was still in the team, there was still hope of victory.

No matter what enemy lurks underground, it will not be the opponent of the agent. Because...

As long as it is a dark area that is not shrouded in the sun, the "cell division" agent is the strongest assassinator.

The secret killer who was not recognized by the United States had completed impossible tasks in the hellish battlefield countless times. But now, it was just adding a mark to his resume. Of course, that guy's resume would not be seen by anyone.
Chapter completed!