Chapter 857: Command of the headquarters

In the lobby of the first floor of the PMC Consortium, a group of soldiers wearing "Dragon Scale" bullet-proof vests are coming and going, busy.
"Is the trap and bomb cleared up? There is still there to keep in touch with the troops in the northwest of the city..." The bald Spaniard kept screaming loudly, leaving a long echo in the hall.
Even if the abducted staff had been rescued by the "Soviet", his work on this side was still heavy. It is obviously very difficult to maintain the operation of the PMC Federation in a city that has long since become a battlefield.
As the leader of the PMC Federation disappeared, the hostages who had just been rescued are still unpredictable and unable to take responsibility. The burden of work in the Federation is also entirely on the old man.
"Come on... don't sharpen!" The Spaniard picked up the intercom and shouted: "I immediately ordered the third echelon to attack..."
Then, he heard an impatient male voice coming from the hall: "How is it so hot, is there no air conditioning here?"
"When are you stupid, are you..."
The Spaniard said that he turned his head and looked at the direction of the sound. Then... the dirty words he was about to blurt out were smashed back by hard:
"How come you?" The Spaniard grew his bloodshot eyes and stared at the man who was coming to himself.
The guy's body was wrapped in black cloth and looked like a traditional dress for women in some areas, with a black headscarf on his head, revealing only a pair of deep purple eyes.
His body is very thin, and he is really skinny. If it is not the voice of a man, it may be mistaken for a woman.
Although the dress of this person is very weird, other soldiers in the vicinity are still busy with their own affairs, as if they did not notice him. Even the people who passed by the man ignored the strange people who were close at hand.
The Spaniards were in the same place, watching the geeks in black cloth come to them, with a little sarcasm, floating from under the black mask that covered their faces:
"Grosso, I have already notified you, start the weapon immediately, this is the command of the Special Operations Command."
While speaking, the black man pulled out a metal badge from the waist and shook it in front of the Spaniard. The coat of arms painted a pattern similar to the spades, and a circle of text beside the pattern, saying "Special -Operations-Command".
This organization, referred to as "SOCOM", is the Special Operations Command that dispatched 30 special forces to the city of Kayaland. However, members of the special forces who were sent to the city did not know that the organization was even associated with the PMC consortium in the city.
"Start... What?" The Spaniard scratched his bare head.
"Don't pretend to be silly, Grosso." The black man stood next to the Spanish and spoke dangerously in the Spanish ear:
"Grosso, you better hurry, otherwise I will kill everyone in this building."
"But my soldiers are still in town..." The voice of the Spaniards was very unfounded.
He naturally knows that it is basically impossible to convince the "devious god" in front of him, but he still did not give up his efforts for the lives of the mercenaries.
Unfortunately, the black man did not intend to pay attention to his proposal, and even did not even think about it:
"You have been late for hours. I was supposed to start the weapons at 9 am, Grosso."
"Give me some more time..." The Spaniard's voice is getting smaller and smaller.
Snapped!
The black man raised his hand was a shot. The bullet in the hand of the FN57 pistol blew through the Spanish eyebrows. The soldiers of the PMC Union did not notice the death of the leader at all. They were still busy. .
"I really don't understand how your indecisive waste is leading a group of mercenaries."
The black man said to put up the pistol and squatted down the body of the Spaniard on the floor, taking a silver-clad cell phone from the Spanish pocket.
He pressed the thin left hand on the screen of the phone a few times, then laughed out loudly, threw the phone on the back of the Spaniard and turned to walk outside the hall. Only leaving a gloomy voice, echoing in the hall:
"It's time to start...you guys..."
......
"Call...call..."
Woods gasped and gasped, and the edge of the mask ran down the red sweat stained with plasma.
Even the elite of SOG, after continuous battles and high-intensity "armed off-road", is a lot weaker at this time. Lin Chi was sitting on the ground, panting and looking at the broken wall.
He didn't want to recall his own tragic picture of just escaping from a patrol and immediately encountering another patrol. In fact, it is a miracle that only two of them can run out alive...
"Commander... I suggest going back to the safe house to rest," Woods said dumbly.
"Then we have to walk five kilometers." Lin Chi looked at the map.
At this time, although they have escaped from the pursuit of mercenaries, they are still watching around. After all, no place on the surface of the city is absolutely safe.
Now, in addition to the Burger King restaurant that was just bombarded by the tank, the government military warehouse occupied by the blood blade has reached a three-hour occupation time, and six strategic locations are under occupation.
After the successful completion of the occupation, the original only three-point blood blade, the score also directly reached five points. Boarded Lin Chi's priority list. In addition, two of the other six strategic locations, which are occupying players, have already earned four points.
Because my own transportation was destroyed, it is not realistic to think about the past. In order to win the game, the next choice is very important...
Is it necessary to attack nearby strategic locations, or continue to look for hostages, and make a fortune in the absence of interference?
When Lin Chi was secretly weighing in his heart, the headphone suddenly slammed, and the sudden loud noise shook him almost.
"What?" Lin Chi licked the ear of pain and looked at Woods: "Have you heard it?"
"What do you mean?" Woods' voice was a bit confusing, apparently not hearing the noise.
- Is it a "special broadcast" that only players can hear?
Realizing this, Lin Chi shook his head and then heard a cold male voice rang:
"The commanders, here is the Special Operations Command, codenamed 'The Blood of Burning', is about to enter the second phase."