"Boys, don't be fooled. These guys are just bluffing and trying to scare us into surrendering," the pirate leader said confidently.

However, his younger brothers could not ignore this name and began to chat in low voices with anxious expressions:

"Marcus...Lynch? It sounds...somewhat familiar..."

"I heard this name on the radio. This guy served in the Federal Marine Corps and received the Federation's highest military achievement medal. Since the founding of the Federation, only ten people have received this honor."

"Yes, this is not a commander's medal, but a medal awarded to frontline soldiers. Each one of them is fought out from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They are the most ruthless among ruthless people..."

"Good guy, such a ruthless person has gone to work as a corporate warrior, and his subordinates are probably not good at all. If he starts doing this, how can we... just walk around in circles?

"

"Don't panic, it's just a bluff. It's only thirty seconds, but it's only two damn minutes. It's nothing!"

"Ha, that's all. He's just a bluff, just like those corrupt border police officers who say they want to arrest all pirates, but they are too lazy to move."

"Wait...do you smell anything?"

"Is this...the spacecraft fuel leaking?"

"Damn it! Put on your helmet and pull off your gas mask!" Pirate leader Jack Sparrow was a man who had seen the world. He quickly realized what had happened and shouted anxiously: "It's hallucinogenic gas!"

Except for the most elite and experienced old pirates under his command who put on their helmets in time, everyone else froze in place or searched around in vain.

This group of people is loosely organized, has extremely poor professionalism, and is far less disciplined than those well-known paramilitary pirate groups. In the previous massive robberies, in order to facilitate the search for gold and silver treasures, bulky helmets and gloves had long been lost.

Which corner have you gone to?

At this time, the members of the Alpha Special Operations Team were already in their respective positions, spreading out and preparing to launch attacks from all directions.

Grenadier Lodayev borrowed a micro laser drill from the door breaker. He drilled a two-inch hole in the wall of the ventilation duct and used a special volatilization device to convert the concentrated gas liquid into gas.

And through the air circulation system, it quickly spreads to the entire casino hall.

The model number of this hallucinogenic poison is a long series of numbers and letters, which is quite difficult to remember. It has a resounding nickname: "Drunkard".

Originally one of the secret weapons of federal agents, it was later officially lifted from exclusive use restrictions and has been widely used in civilian security and anti-terrorism work. It is often used by corporate warriors of major companies in various military operations.

The volatile gas contains a low-toxic hallucinogen component.

It is very special and cannot be fatal or disabling, but it can be quickly absorbed through the respiratory tract and paralyze the nervous system of living things.

The poisoned person's movements will become sluggish and his reactions will become sluggish, a bit like being drunk, swaying and confused.

In just half a minute, only five or six of the more than twenty pirates in the hall were still awake. The others had inhaled gas poison to varying degrees, and were swaying like drunkards, unable to stand still, let alone

Got a gun.

(It’s over! It’s all over!)

The pirate leader Jack Sparrow beat his chest, hating these unprofessional subordinates and hating himself for being poorly prepared. He knew that the situation was over, but he still planned to make a last-ditch effort:

"Pirate boys! Wake up! Stab your thighs with daggers!"

At this moment, the security doors on the east, south and north were opened at the same time.

After inhaling a large amount of hallucinogens, the dazed pirates fired randomly at the door. The light machine gun shooter pulled the trigger of the light machine gun and almost accidentally injured one of his own people. The calm people tried to persuade loudly in vain:

"Idiot! Don't shoot blindly! Save ammunition!"

"They have inhaled the nerve agent! They are unconscious!"

Even if the leader himself spoke, he could not stop the confused pirates from shooting randomly. Someone took out a rocket launcher and wanted to bombard the door, but it accidentally hit the ceiling of the casino.

The huge crystal chandelier fell down together with the plaster decoration and colorful light strips, and the three people were tragically buried.

The rough, deep voice of Captain Marcus Lynch, a corporate warrior, came from the loudspeaker:

"It seems that you have chosen armed resistance. In this case, we will also impose reciprocal sanctions."

The other party obviously knew that there were no hostages in the hall and launched a reckless attack. Jack Sparrow could only watch the team he had worked hard for many years be destroyed.

I don't know where the damn grenadiers were hiding, but suddenly several high-explosive grenades flew in, killing and wounding many pirates.

Amid the hallucinations and panic, a gap appeared in the pirates' fire net, and a thin, ghostly figure took the opportunity to break in through the small door to the east.

The man clung to the cover of slot machines, roulette machines, etc., with skillful tactical movements, and fired continuously in short bursts with the SMG submachine gun in his hand. The bullets hit the throat, armpits, kidneys, these weak areas without armor protection.

parts.

"Someone has sneaked in! Kill him quickly!"

"where is it?"

"have no idea!"

"Damn! Is that guy a human or a ghost?"

"He's a nimble little man! I saw it! Next to the pool table! God help me! His gun seems to have jammed!"

"Get out of the way! I'll kill him!"

A powerful pirate under Jack Sparrow chased him.

This man was tall and strong, and had not inhaled hallucinogens. He fired at the infiltrator, but he was rolled over and approached.

The pirate looked down at his opponent with contempt: "You short winter melon! You little skinny monkey! Are you crazy and stupid? How dare you take the initiative to fight with me? You are really looking for death!"

The pirate laughed wildly and raised his machete to chop down, trying to cut his opponent in two, but he missed because of his slow movement. The opponent was as fast as a civet cat and had already moved behind him in an instant.

"Ouch!" The big pirate fell to the ground in severe pain.

The Achilles tendons of both of his feet were severed by the little man's dagger. His heavy body fell to the ground and he could not get up again. His confidence also dropped to the bottom. He could only hold the machete in his hand and press his chin to the carpet fluff, crawling in fear to survive.

He felt that the opponent was nearby, so he reached out and struck with his machete. However, his wrist was captured by an anti-joint technique, and he had to let go of the knife handle in severe pain.

This powerful space pirate still has the strength to stand up,

He found that the infiltrator was standing in front of him. Through the bulletproof mask of the opponent's helmet, he saw a pair of amber, oriental eyes, long eyelashes, and long black hair with bangs hanging down.

"It's actually a...female...woman?"

The pirate's surprise only lasted for a second, and soon turned into anger, and he wanted to grab the infiltrator's slender ankles. His fighting skills were not low, and he had a black belt in jujitsu. Compared with Wang Hongye, who came from a martial arts family,

Genius is still far away.

As a result, the helmet visor was shattered by a gun butt, and the palm of his hand was nailed to the leg of the pool table with a dagger. He could only provoke with unwilling eyes. The pirate was unwilling to lose to a woman.

Especially a short and thin black-haired Oriental woman who looks harmless.

"Little girl! This is a sneak attack. You have no martial ethics! If you dare, let me go. Let's fight again with real swords and guns!"

Wang Hongye snorted and didn't bother to pay attention to him. She stepped on her chest with her military boots.

Calmly repair the jammed submachine gun, replace the magazine, and then fire a burst of 9MM bullets, hitting the center of the eyebrow, giving the pirate a painless death.
Chapter completed!