Skillfully controlling the steering wheel, Gin drove straight towards his destination with a cigarette in his mouth. The headphones were still plugged into his ears, but this time there was sound in them.

"A group of traitors from the organization branch destroyed the C-13 base and are now heading towards the A-8 base. Their goal this time is the arms information that Jim Wright got back not long ago."

"According to the intelligence, there are about twenty-seven real traitors, and the other forty are miscellaneous fish who came here after hearing the news. That person meant to wipe out all the traitors and kill the remaining ones to scare the monkeys."

"Now a batch of mission targets have arrived. Here is the list."

There was silence on the headset side. It was probably Gimlet who was reading the list given to him by Bellmode. Gin fixed his cell phone in front of the car and looked at the list through the monitoring head on Gimlet's headset. It was probably to conceal his identity. These people were all

They came in batches. There were not many people who came the first time. Jimlet just led the people and wiped them all out. This should be considered the second wave, and they happened to come at this time.

Because someone was performing other tasks, there was no way to catch up. This time there were many enemies, but there were only a few people in the organization who could annihilate them. Jimlet, Belmod, Bourbon, Vodka, Chianti, and Colon, six people.

There were two snipers, and there were only four people in close combat. No wonder Jimlet sent him an email in a hurry.

With a beautiful drift, Gin parked the sports car on the side of the road and walked slowly toward the northeast. On the surface, this place looked like a factory. It was also a factory in the world, but now it was exposed because of the traitor.

So there weren't many people, "Belmode, you take some of the organization members to the west, Bourbon and Vodka take the other part to the north, Cologne, Chianti to find a suitable sniping location."

"You want to go to the Northeast District alone?" Belmod looked at Jimlet with a different look, "That's the place with the heaviest firepower."

"Performing a mission." Jimlet didn't answer Belmod's question. Do you think he wanted to go to that place alone? It wasn't because of some hegemony. He felt bitter in his heart, but he didn't say it.

"Okay, then you have to come back alive~" Belmod chuckled and left with some of the middle and lower-level personnel of the organization. Chianti and Colen had already gone to find the sniper site by themselves, waiting for Bourbon and Vodka to bring them.

After leaving with the remaining part, Jimlet took a deep breath and silently headed to the Northeast District.

When Gimlet arrived in the Northeast District, he didn't see Gin, so he calmed down and shot his head with a gun. Before the opponent had time to react, he lost three people, twenty-seven traitors, and about eight or nine on Belmod's side.

There are five or six on Bourbon's side and twelve on his side. It doesn't seem like there are many... Are you kidding me? There's no way there aren't many. The opponents are all well-armed. In addition to the twelve traitors, there are also a lot of miscellaneous fish.

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Gin stood in the shadows, quietly watching Jimlet charge into the battle, holding the pistol with a silencer in his hand, and in a matter of minutes, he eliminated the miscellaneous fish that found him and surrounded him. The pistol seemed to become a part of his body, pointing wherever he went.

No matter where you hit, you don't give your opponent time to react. In the Guinness World Records, the fastest person to draw a gun and shoot is Bob Munden. It took 0.0175 seconds, but Gin can do it faster than him. After carrying a weight

Through training and drug modification, their body's various functions can almost reach their limits.

The other party has no martial ethics!

Jim Wright hid at the entrance of the stairs and actually fired with a submachine gun! Are the American Calico submachine gun and the Belgian P90 5.7mm light submachine gun bullying him alone?!

Jimlet shook the grenade in his hand, pulled out the latch, and threw it directly. The sound of collapse was accompanied by a roar. When the grenade was used at close range, Jimlet himself was almost deafened by the blast, hurting others and himself, but it was a benefit.

Just send a group of people away directly.

Keep going!

Further ahead is a corridor extending in all directions, and snipers can't help. Gimlet has a lot of scratches on his body. Fortunately, he was not shot, but he also spent a lot of energy. "Gimlet, the opponent's firepower is a bit fierce, and there are still

There are a lot of heavy weapons, and the number of people is not right!" Bourbon's voice came from the earphones. The situation on Belmod's side is similar. The situation is obviously much better than Bourbon's. Belmod can still handle it, but Bourbon

Over there, there are only three organization members left, Bourbon and Vodka. The other party wants more than a dozen fully armed personnel, but they can't do it!

Jim Wright also noticed that something was wrong. When he first came in, the weapons and equipment of the opponent were obviously higher than the intelligence of the organization. Could it be that there was something wrong with the intelligence team?

Bourbon needs help, but he's also having a hard time here!

"You go to the North District, I'll deal with it here." Gin suddenly appeared near Jimlet, his voice was faint, like a ghost. Even Jimlet didn't believe in ghosts and gods, he was startled by this guy, and almost shot reflexively.

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"You're finally here." Jimlet breathed a sigh of relief, "Then be careful."

Handing the scene to Gin, Jimlet hurried to the North District via another road.

Gin's eyes were indifferent, with the black headphone cable hanging from his ears. He loaded the Beretta M92F and walked out of the stairs. Accurate information about the enemy came from the walls and floors. Gin walked leisurely through the corridor and heard

There were footsteps coming from the opposite side. They stood next to a door, pointed their pistols, and shot at the moment the enemy appeared in sight. The six of them became dead souls under the gun before they had time to raise their hands. They all said

Even if it is a trash fish, it cannot turn into a shark no matter how equipped it is.

The computer with the organization's data was in the back. Gin pressed the earphones. Jimlet had arrived in the North District. "Have you finished dealing with the Northeast District?" a bourbon-different voice sounded.

"What's going on here?" Jimlet refused to answer the question.

"There are twenty or thirty more people than the intelligence said, and they are fully armed." Bourbon subconsciously thought that Jimlet had finished handling the Northeast District. The police undercover officer reported the situation solemnly on his face, and he was also extremely solemn in his heart. Jimlet's strength

Stronger than he shows.

Gin raised his head and glanced at the stairs. There were two people guarding the stairs on the upper floor. There was also person No. 7 inside. He pressed the handrail of the stairs with one hand and jumped up. He kicked his legs up with the help of the handrail.

, two shots killed the people at the stairs, and a flash bomb was thrown into the corridor.

"Ah! My eyes!!" The unexpected bright light directly burned the eyes. The screams were accompanied by the sound of strafing. Gin hung on the safety exit, eyes closed, and penetrated the heads of those people from top to bottom.

The effect of a flash bomb is only a few seconds, but if you cannot close your eyes in time, the strong light will cause a person to be blind for more than ten seconds, and may even cause lifelong eye damage.

The scene became quiet. Gin jumped down from the wall and continued to move forward. Gin preferred the brain to the heart. After all, if he wore a bulletproof vest, the heart could not be fatal with a single blow, but the head was different.

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Without even looking at the corpses on the ground, the people inside probably heard the noise and began to attack Gin. The silver-haired man's eyes were as calm as before, and his expression remained unchanged when facing nine people, even if four of them were equipped with submachine guns and were shooting at him.

Shooting, the ghost-like man quickly left the place, used the wall to perform a 360° rotation in the air, shot three people with his pistol, and then hid in a side room. In such a narrow place, he could shoot with a machine gun, even if Gin reacted

No matter how fast you go, you will inevitably get scratched. Although you have a grenade, it is not suitable for use in this position.

Gin heard the approaching footsteps, and threw a gas bomb outside, followed by a burst of fire. In this situation, he was like a sieve when he went out. When the sound of a gun falling was heard from outside, Gin rushed out of the room, silver-haired

The demon held a gun in his left hand and killed three more people. The remaining three were approached by Gin before they could take the gun. When they met before, they were still ten meters away from Gin, but because Gin entered the room

Then they gradually approached, and now it was only two or three meters away. It was impossible to hit Gin with a gun at this distance. In less than two seconds, the last three fell down with their eyes wide open, with only a blood mark on their necks.

indicate the cause of their death.

Playing melee combat with Gin? Apart from anything else, let’s learn about the melee invincibility within a radius of five meters with Gin as the center.

Now we have reached the deepest part of the Northeast District. There are not many people inside. The organization's defense mechanism is quite good. I came to a door, entered the password, and walked in. The equipment inside was intact. I put the CD in

, copy the data, then destroy the originals, format the computer, Gin puts away the CD, turns around and leaves. As for the equipment here, there will be someone to handle it, that is not his job.

After walking out of the coded door, there were random footsteps outside again. Gin looked at his magazine and saw that there wasn't much left. Although the main goal was to annihilate the traitors, it was impossible to let those troublesome fish go unchecked. Therefore,

A lot of bullets were wasted. If there are twelve traitors here, there should be three left now, among the incoming team.

The group of people who rushed up in great force saw the corpses and blood stains on the ground, and a chill ran down their backs. However, one of the leaders still calmed down, "What are you afraid of?! He is alone, there are so many of us! He was all the way

He must have been injured when he came here! Now charge up! Go up and beat him to death!!"

The leader took the lead to rush to the side stairs, climbed to the rooftop, and kicked open the rooftop door. A slender silver-haired man looked at them indifferently and jumped from the rooftop, his silver hair sliding in a graceful arc in the air.

The leader was just about to give chase when he suddenly felt something stepped on under his feet. He subconsciously looked down and his mind went blank for an instant.

"boom--"
Chapter completed!