Dingdong!

With the pleasant prompt sound, the elevator door in front of Sam Fisher opened again, and what entered his sight was a pitch-black passage.

Sam simply put on the night vision device and pulled out his FN-57 pistol that had been used for a long time. The high-performance muffler at the muzzle made the barrel a little bloated.

As an agent who is always on secret missions, this man is almost infiltrating the extreme of combat. He has infiltrated and assassinated all over the world, and the United States will not admit that there is such a person. Even if he dies in a mission, he will only become an unknown corpse.

After hundreds of infiltration operations, Sam Fisher has long become a real "ghost agent". Unless he is in an open space without any cover, he can always find a way to infiltrate.

Even in the seemingly empty metal passage, there is not completely no way.

Sam put away his pistol, pressed the switch on the side of his black tactical gloves, then stretched out his hands and pressed them on the metal wall, climbing up along the wall like a gecko. His hands seemed to be sucked on the ceiling, and his feet were stuck in glue, and his whole person was stuck on the top of the passage.

The agent was moving slowly on the ceiling in a reptile-like posture, without making a sound. The black combat suit completely merged into the shadows and moved silently in the darkness.

The passage below was filled with deathly silence, and there was no sound of footsteps or any other sound. Sam observed the situation below alertly and continued to move forward slowly.

He did not use "gecko adsorption gloves", but the latest magnetic equipment developed by the military. This secret weapon was not even deployed to the special forces. Only top agents like Sam Fisher were equipped with top-secret equipment that was still in the development stage.

“…”

The passage was quiet enough to hear his heartbeat. Sam speeded up his crawling speed a little. Just as he was about to pass the corner, he heard a low chat sound on the other side of the corner, as if it was coming from close range:

"Finding them."

“Expand…expand…”

“Need more…”

——What are these people talking about?

Sam's brows, which were blocked by the eyepiece, frowned slightly.

He quietly stretched out his left hand, installed a miniature camera on the ceiling at the corner, switched the eyepiece to shooting mode, and a clear black and white picture suddenly appeared in front of him:

Three men were standing five meters away on the other side of the corner, communicating quietly. This scene has been seen countless times in Sam's career, and this time it should have been solved easily, but...

Something wrong with these people seems to be.

Seeing the other party's weirdness, Sam did not act immediately, but continued to stay at the top of the ceiling and observe the three people in the camera.

These guys don't look military and don't have any weapons. They should be just residents of the shelter, but that's strange:

If you were chatting, the movements of these three people would be too "stiff". No one would still stand still in place without moving, as if there were three sculptures.

Looking at the three weird guys in the camera who did not make any moves and were just standing in place to speak. Sam Fisher thought for a few seconds, but decided to act as usual.

For this body that has experienced countless secret actions, assassination has long been an instinctive reaction. Sam crawled forward two steps, and the magnetic device on the gloves and shoes suddenly turned off, and the whole person suddenly began to fall, and he drew his pistol in the air and blasted three bullets at the three men.

The gunshots suppressed by the agents with silencers interrupted the three of them's unidentified chat. Three bloody flowers were sprayed out from the top of the three of them, and the bullets fired by Sam were accurately shot into their heads.

However, the three of them did not fall down, but suddenly turned their heads and looked at Sam.

In his decades of agent career, Sam Fisher has never seen anyone without reaction after being shot. Faced with an extraordinary situation, even the agent was stunned for a moment and made a surprise voice:

"Um?"

Then, he saw the three people suddenly opened their mouths and a black swarm of insects surged out of their mouths.

From somewhere, a warm male voice rang out: "Welcome!"

...

"Fisher, reply."

The commander who stayed on the ground tried to use radio to contact his subordinates, but the depth of the underground shelter was obviously beyond his imagination.

From a distance of 100 meters underground, I naturally couldn't receive the signal from the ground. After trying a few times, the commander gave up his plan to continue contacting the agent.

Logically speaking, as long as Sam Fisher takes action, there is no need to worry. But for some reason, an inexplicable sense of irritability rose from the commander's heart.

"Is it an illusion..." he muttered in a low voice.

——In this refuge, there may be incredible danger. Leaving here is the right choice now.

The commander forced his annoyance to suppress his annoyance, opened his status bar and looked at it, confirming the current value:

Character name: Stellar wreckage.

Position points: 0.

Prestige: 0.

Kills: 0

Strength:17.

Agility:14.

Endurance:15.

Lucky: 12.

The commander hiding in the ruins stared at the door of the newspaper booth in silence, and waited patiently for about five minutes, and the closed metal door finally opened again.

The agent in black walked out, but his movements were obviously much slower, not as agile as usual. Two bloodstains flowed from Sam Fisher's head and limped towards the ruins.

Seeing this scene, the wreckage of the star immediately came forward, and the expression suddenly became solemn on the wrinkled face.

He held Sam's right arm, helped the agent into the ruins, and then asked without ambiguity: "What's going on next?"

The agent shook his head, took off the triple eyepiece from his head and handed it to the commander, and whispered: "You can see it yourself."

After putting on the eyepiece, the wreckage of the star appeared in front of the eyes that had been photographed by the built-in camera of the eyepiece. After witnessing the incredible scene, the wrinkles on his face seemed to have become deeper.

"This place is not suitable...to be a hiding place." Sam shook his head and reached out to wipe off the blood stains that were oozing from his forehead.

It is a miracle that he can escape alive when facing the overwhelming tide of insects alone. If he changes to the special forces, he will definitely suffer heavy casualties!

“That’s true.”

The star wreckage nodded and ordered the soldiers around him: "Prepare to retreat."

"Commander, what's wrong in the shelter?" Although he didn't know what was going on, the engineer still noticed a strange atmosphere.

"Nothing, goodbye." The commander named "Star Wreck" waved at the engineer.

"How do you-"

As soon as the question began, it was cut off by the dull gunfire. The engineer with an extra bullet hole fell into the ruins with a depressed look.

In the eyes of the star wreckage, this ghost place cannot be used as a hiding place at all. Since this is the case, the engineer is completely worthless.

However, the group of people who stayed in it might not have died yet. So, if those people can still come out alive, they can receive the "souvenirs" they left behind:

"Before evacuation, place thunders in front of the newspaper booth."

Speaking of this, the wreckage of stars raised their lips and showed a smile: "Leave them some fun."
Chapter completed!