Chapter 4: The Infiltrator Mercenaries (1)
This hall is very spacious, measuring approximately one thousand square meters. Hanging nearly twenty meters above the ground are several large chandeliers, and the walls adorned with European-style decorations emit a soft glow. In addition, the floor is also equipped with floor lamps, illuminating the hall brilliantly.
Looking at Pandora's silhouette, Zhao Ziyang asked the spirit fox, "What is she going to do? Sunbathe?"
The Chinese man, dressed in cowboy attire, squatted by the pond and cast a sidelong glance, disdainfully uttering a remark from his lips
Hello. The Black Hawk extended his right hand in a friendly manner towards Zhao Ziyang
Upon receiving the armband, Zhao Ziyang immediately recognized that the emblem on it was the same as the one he had seen on the enemy: a diamond-shaped inverted V.
"Who ambushed us?" Zhao Ziyang continued to question the Spirit Fox
Zhao Ziyang was taken aback, but before he could make sense of it, he was pulled by the spirit fox to continue moving forward
It is evident that this is a result of frequent gun handling, and it has been consistent for decades.
The spirit fox casually tossed him an armband
The center features a pond adorned with artificial hills, resembling the lobby of a luxurious hotel. However, unlike the hotel pond, which is devoid of fishing activity, a burly man dressed in denim is squatting at the edge of this pond, fishing with a rod.
"Did you see that woman?" The spirit fox pointed to a person in combat gear, fiddling with firearms, and introduced her to Zhao Ziyang: "Pandora, a killing machine who emerged from the U.S. Special Forces, was once the chief firearms consultant for Remington and the head of the advanced laboratory at Northrop Grumman, but now she is our firearms modifier"
Thank you. Pandora smiled at Zhao Ziyang, then stood up and walked towards the hall exit
"Oh, sorry, I will untie you now." The mischievous spirit fox lightly stuck out its little tongue while untying Zhao Ziyang and said, "Little white mouse, oh no, you must not smash my laboratory again. All these instruments were made by me personally, and you can't buy them even with money"
My name is ... ... " Zhao Ziyang, who was on high alert, paused for a moment, then fixed his gaze on the other person's eyes and said in a deep voice: "Special Forces!"
Mandala, her hobby is ... ...
Watching Zhao Ziyang enter the shower, the spirit fox pouted in frustration and murmured: "Am I not good-looking? Hmph, how could he look at me with such a cold gaze! Easterners are really strange; don't they like charming blonde women?"
"Essential subjects for the military." Zhao Ziyang said briefly as he walked alongside the Black Hawk and sat down at the table
This is the team leader, Black Hawk. The Spirit Fox introduced Zhao Ziyang, and then pointed at Zhao Ziyang and said to Black Hawk: Special Forces.
Zhao Ziyang, having taken a shower, donned a full camouflage outfit and followed the spirit fox outside, arriving at a spacious hall
Zhao Ziyang, holding the arm badge, looked for a while before noticing the eagle head emblem on the spirit fox. Only then did he nod slightly, feeling some of the hostility in his heart dissipate. However, the reduction in hostility did not lessen his vigilance; on the contrary, it grew stronger. He did not believe that such mercenaries would have the good intention to save him, as they must have their own motives.
Looking around, Zhao Ziyang noticed that the few people in the hall were each occupied with their own tasks, showing no reaction to his presence
Hmph! Zhao Ziyang let out a cold snort and shifted his gaze away
"Indeed, it was us who saved you," the spirit fox said with a smile. "We happened to be on our way to take down our old rival, and we rescued you along the way."
As Zhao Ziyang stepped into the shower, he allowed the hot water to wash over his body, staring at himself in the mirror. He made an effort to break into a smile and said to himself: Zhao Ziyang, no matter what, you must survive, you have to survive! Only by living is there hope, the hope for revenge
He waits for the other party to bring up the topic; in such situations, he should not appear too anxious. The more anxious he is, the more easily his thoughts can be controlled by the other party. None of these people are good; they are all individuals who thrive on danger.
"Handsome, I am so glad to see you. I was thinking we could have a candlelight dinner together, and then sit on the rooftop, counting the stars and chatting. What do you think of this idea?" The young woman played with a delicate knife as thin as a cicada's wing, the blade spinning nimbly between her fingers, emitting a cold glimmer.
"How is your recovery?" a middle-aged European man approached, smiling as he asked Zhao Ziyang
One must always seek to reclaim the insults directed at oneself, though not at this moment
"Mandala, this is my person!" The spirit fox shot a glare at the red-haired woman, issuing a warning to her
Zhao Ziyang paid no attention to the other party's disdain; he noticed the American flag tattoo on the other party's arm
A woman with fiery red hair did not exhibit the disdainful gaze typical of Swat, but instead looked at Zhao Ziyang with great interest
Thank you. Zhao Ziyang raised the gun in his hand, showing a friendly smile to Pandora, and sincerely said to her: I think you should stand under the sun, this place is not very suitable for you
What is your name? asked the spirit fox to Zhao Ziyang
Hehe. The spirit fox revealed a charming smile, pointed in one direction, and said to Zhao Ziyang: "You can take a good bath and change your clothes over there, then enjoy a delicious meal of caviar and small bread, a specialty of the Gold Coast, and then I will take you to meet our leader"
Zhao Ziyang nodded slightly, his gaze resting on the half-worn face of the European man: his right cheek was riddled with pockmarks, a result of being struck by a shotgun.
Zhao Ziyang remained silent, his gaze fixed coldly on the spirit fox, his eyes filled with an icy intensity.
Captain ... ... Mengzi. ... ... ... Old Xu ... ! ... Big Head !
Zhao Ziyang let out a roar, using all his strength to open his eyes wide
"Special Forces?" Linghu pouted her lips, appearing somewhat adorable as she said to Zhao Ziyang: "My name is Linghu. I am not skilled in combat; I hold a dual doctorate in Biochemistry and Geology from Oxford University, and I also serve as a part-time military doctor."
"You all chat, I have something to attend to, hehe..." Ling Huchong and the other person exchanged smiles and turned to walk towards their respective laboratories
Hello. Zhao Ziyang握住黑鹰的手, 感受他手心内的老茧
"Is it beautiful?" Pandora smiled radiantly at Zhao Ziyang again, reaching out to touch the wound on her neck and said, "I think this is my most beautiful decoration"
Thank you, no need for that. Zhao Ziyang declined
A trace of barely perceptible doubt flashed in Zhao Ziyang's eyes as he pondered what might lie behind this matter; he could not believe that such a coincidence could occur.
"Did you save me?" Zhao Ziyang asked, his gaze resting on the beautiful cheek of the spirit fox.
Hmm. Zhao Ziyang interrupted his thoughts and strode towards the direction pointed by the spirit fox.
The room is still the same one I woke up in last time, filled with white and cold instruments, a hospital room? A laboratory?
Zhao Ziyang reached out to take the rifle, his eyes fixed on Pandora's neck, where he noticed a gruesome red line at the throat, a result of a knife having severed the windpipe.
Watching the spirit fox pull Zhao Ziyang away from him as if avoiding a plague, Swart shifted his disdainful gaze away from Zhao Ziyang and muttered, "Chinese? Truly, all sorts of strange creatures can come in here."
Zhao Ziyang gasped heavily, striving to stabilize his emotions, only to realize that he was firmly bound to the bed
"Would you like something to drink?" Black Hawk gestured towards the drinks on the table, inviting Zhao Ziyang.
"Are you awake? How do you feel?" A graceful golden-haired spirit fox approached, looking at Zhao Ziyang, who had just awakened, with a cheerful smile.
His forehead was drenched in sweat, and the scene of Lop Nur flashed vividly in his mind once again: a top-secret mission, the tragic death of his comrades
Zhao Ziyang's gaze was drawn over, and he walked towards Pandora, quietly watching her tidy up a gun barrel in her hands
Ten days later
"Spirit Fox, why are you so agitated? Don't worry, I won't touch your precious one," Mandala said to Spirit Fox with a smile, flipping her wrist and pinching the small knife with her two slender fingers, addressing Zhao Ziyang: "Handsome, I will be waiting for you."
Haha, it is not a good phenomenon for a man not to drink alcohol. However, your English is quite good, with a distinctly American flavor
Suddenly, a chill rose from the soles of Zhao Ziyang's feet. He felt that this Pandora was not at all the sunny exterior it presented, but rather a woman whose heart was filled with coldness. Although the other party's eyes were smiling, the loneliness deep within that smile was inescapable.
Zhao Ziyang fixed his gaze on the small knife in the other person's hand, feeling a chill in his heart. If he was not mistaken, the knife in the other person's hand was likely crafted according to the ancient punishment of Lingchi, with a blade measuring three inches, as thin as a cicada's wing, capable of cutting flesh without drawing blood
This is SWAT, a former member of the American Los Angeles Anti-Terrorism Task Force, who was vacationing in a federal prison in the United States before coming here. "Ling Hu said to Zhao Ziyang, pulling him forward, and reminded him, "Actually, this American SWAT is quite good, but he always likes to pry into people's thoughts and make them public, which is a bit mischievous.
Zhao Ziyang, having regained his physical freedom, jumped down from the hospital bed and gently stretched his arms to adapt, using this action to mask his current thoughts. He did not know who the people he saw were, but he was acutely aware of the terror emanating from the woman in front of him. His vigilance grew stronger, and he breathed cautiously, fearing he might catch a whiff of something unusual from this woman.
7.62X54R carbon-16 titanium steel pulse barrel, maximizing its exceptional lethality, with a purely handcrafted single-point hook cut chamber to enhance accuracy. Then, using a tungsten carbide blunt-nosed conical tool to compress the chamber, slightly increasing its inner diameter, enhancing the metal density of the chamber wall surface, increasing hardness, and significantly extending the barrel's lifespan. The rifling is set at a 1:7 twist rate and 5.72 twist, maximizing the stability of the projectile, although the muzzle velocity may be reduced. However, this is not a concern, as the firing rate can be improved by modifying the bolt and trigger. Pandora squinted and carefully examined the rifling of the barrel in her hand, then swiftly assembled an M-4A1.
The two individuals stared at each other for a long time, and Zhao Ziyang gently moved his body, using gestures to signal to the spirit fox
However, the spirit fox seemed unconcerned with Zhao Ziyang's actions and expressions; she looked at Zhao Ziyang with a beaming smile, seemingly filled with interest in him
No," the spirit fox revealed a complex expression in its eyes and quietly said to Zhao Ziyang, "You have provoked her; she intends to kill.
Zhao Ziyang nodded slightly, carefully surveying the surroundings. He knew that for the time being, his life was not in danger; if the other party intended to kill him, they would certainly not have gone to the trouble of waking him up.
The woman who engages in Lingchi is not only insane but also perverse
This is an American, and a patriotic American at that, but he is simply very unfriendly
"Punishment," Zhao Ziyang interjected, his eyes filled with intense vigilance as he looked at Mandala
"Here you go." Pandora lifted her head and, with a sunny smile directed at Zhao Ziyang, tossed the modified rifle to him
In a distant corner, Omo stood up and extended his right middle finger towards Zhao Ziyang, making a highly insulting gesture