"Wait a minute, are you sure there are still fifty-story buildings in this city?" Lin Chi turned around and looked at the small apartment nearby.

Just looking at the tragic situation in Cayarand City, let alone a fifty-story building, it is hard to find even a five-story building.

When Lin Chi heard the other party’s remarks, he thought it was something wrong with that guy’s mind, but the members of the PMC Federation on the other end of the intercom were obviously serious:

"Damn, I just knew that Silver Shield's waste was unreliable..."

Realizing that the other party seemed to be about to hang up, Lin Chi asked decisively: "Where is the building?"

The rough male voice on the intercom cursed in Spanish and scolded loudly: "You have forgotten where you are at the headquarters? Are you stupid by poisonous gas?"

Despite complaining about the "Silver Shield Soldier", the man still reported the location of the PMC Federation headquarters. With his words, a green light spot immediately appeared in Lin Chi's game map, marking the location of the headquarters.

"This is a bit far..." Lin Chi frowned.

The green light spot on the map appears at the southern end of Kayarand city, twenty kilometers away from Lin Chi's current location.

There is no doubt that walking is definitely impossible. Even if you can reach the headquarters of the PMC Federation twenty kilometers away alive, Lin Chi will not waste his time on long journeys.

Therefore, he immediately asked "shamelessly": "Is there any ride around?"

"You guys really..."

It seemed that he couldn't bear it anymore. A series of Spanish language that had not been translated by the Chinese system broke out on the intercom. Even if Lin Chi couldn't understand what the other party was saying, he knew that the guy was cursing just by listening to the tone.

"Don't be excited, we are dedicated to rescuing hostages, Russians, you know." Lin Chi comforted.

According to the information he obtained, the anti-terrorism forces from Russia were indeed very efficient in rescuing hostages. Although there was a dark history like the Beslan tragedy, it was pretty good overall.

"Are you Russians?"

Hearing Lin Chi's words, the other party's attitude changed immediately, and his tone suddenly became much more excited: "We need Russians now, come here quickly! There are mercenaries nearby who can pick you up!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Chi heard the roar of the engines of the infantry fighting vehicles.

The mercenary patrol team, which was in a state of hostility with them, had rushed over quickly. A blue and gray BTR chariot was parked beside Lin Chi and others, and a thick male voice sounded in the car:

"Are you guys from Silver Shield? The clothes are not right."

"We changed into enemy costumes during the ambush." ​​Lin Chi explained seriously.

At this time, his voice was "true and sincere", and the expression on his face was extremely serious, and he didn't look like he was lying.

"Oh... we are about to rush to the PMC Federation and get on the bus." The driver in the chariot said slowly.

The mercenaries following near the chariot were still looking at Lin Chi and his soldiers with suspicion, but because they were direct orders from their superiors, these mercenaries affiliated with the union were not able to say anything more. They could only watch Lin Chi and others board the infantry fighting chariot and enter the originally empty cockpit.

"Can other SOG soldiers keep up?" Lin Chi asked Woods in a low voice.

"They can sneak to their destination, but it takes time." Woods replied in an equally faint voice: "Only a few of us can fight during this period."

"It's okay, there are not so many people to save hostages." Lin Chi said.

In the process of rescuing hostages, sending a large number of soldiers will attract the attention of the enemy. The correct way to do this is to launch a raid with a small number of elite soldiers.

Sitting in the sultry cockpit of BTR, the small lights embedded in the inner armor illuminated the scene in front of them. As soon as they sat down, the man in the cockpit asked again: "I heard you are Russians?"

"Yes!" Crazy Evan proudly shook his shiny bald head: "Long live the Soviet!"

Hearing this, the driver seemed to be stunned for a moment, and did not answer immediately. He just started the BTR engine and said, "We just need Russians, you are here at the right time."

"The Russians have a strong ability to save people?" Woods asked suddenly.

Lin Chi could hear that Woods, who was forced to disguise himself as a Russian, seemed a little dissatisfied at this time. As an American soldier, it was natural that he would feel unhappy when he was listening to the other party praise Russia.

"Of course, the PMC Federation used to have a special rescue team, and they all came from Russia." The driver said seriously: "You have to know that most of the PMC's mixed balls can only kill people and not save people. The Russians in the rescue team did a good job."

"Where are they going now?" The question this time was Lin Chi.

"It has been disbanded long ago." The driver complained in a rough voice: "The mercenaries are of poor quality nowadays. They are basically a group of mad dogs. I really miss the days before. At that time, we could still recruit retired soldiers from special forces..."

"Nothing is easy to do nowadays." Lin Chi said casually, leaning against BTR's cold seat.

BTR galloped in the ruined city of Cayaland, throwing the other mercenaries behind him out of sight. The guy from the PMC Federation obviously couldn't wait.

Twenty minutes later, when Lin Chi and others got off the bus, the first thing that caught their eye was a high-rise building full of oppression.

It was a spire-shaped skyscraper, which was estimated to be at least seventy stories high, standing among the ruins around it, like a terrifying beacon. There is no doubt that this is the headquarters of the PMC Federation.

"How did this building be preserved?" Woods asked in surprise.

Judging from the nearby building ruins, this place should have been a prosperous commercial area before it was blown up, but even if this building is the headquarters of the PMC Federation, it would be too abnormal to remain in large-scale bombings.

"The missile interception system and the Air Force ensure that the air superiority here is in our hands and other buildings are not within our protection." The driver said, opening the BTR's hatch door and walking out.

In line with the sound, it was a "real strong man" full of muscle mass. The guy had a buzz cut, his upper arm was thicker than Lin Chi's waist, he was wearing a black vest and dark brown trousers, and two bullet straps were hung on his body. Judging from the caliber, it should be bullets of heavy machine guns.

While the macho appeared, red text popped up beside him:

"Honest Man" Brand, a hero-level NPC, can be recruited (questions need to be completed).

——Is this title wrong?

Lin Chi was secretly complaining in his heart, and a task prompt popped up in front of him:

Start the mission: Rescue the Union members.

The staff of the PMC Federation were kidnapped in the building by a rebellious mercenary team. If they could not be rescued within an hour, they would be killed by the kidnappers.

Mission Reward: Unknown.
Chapter completed!