Chapter 449

The leader of the four seemed to be tired of the complaints of his subordinates. He waved his hand and said, "OK, OK, let's order something to eat."

He pointed one by one with his fingers.

"Tom, what are you eating?"

"I want Chinese food! I want spicy chicken!"

"And you, William?"

"Pizza! I want pizza. I want double cheese."

……

Several people were glad to hear that there was something to eat. The long surveillance was torture for the monitored, and it was the same for the monitor.

Suddenly, William sniffled.

"I said... Do you smell anything?"

Because it's cold outside, the car hasn't turned off and the heating is still on.

The leader sucked a few mouthfuls of air, and there seemed to be a faint burning smell in the warm and dry air.

"Well, is the equipment overheated and the line somewhere burned out?"

Sitting in front of the monitor screen, Tom suddenly pressed his headphones and seemed to hear something.

"There seems to be something wrong..."

"What's wrong?"

"The room was busy just now, and now it's as quiet as a grave," said Tom in consternation.

The leader's eyes turned and his eyebrows frowned.

"Something's wrong..."

Press the communication button in the headset.

"Car 1 calls patrol 1. If you hear me, please answer."

It was quiet in the headset. There was no reply from Bian Xun No. 1.

"Call Bian Xun 2. If you hear me, please answer immediately!"

Still quiet, the situation remains the same.

He still didn't give up and pressed the communication button again.

"Patrol 3! Please answer if you hear me."

Nothing

The leader suddenly remembered the information sent by the intelligence department during the mission. The group he was responsible for monitoring were elite mercenaries. He had fought hundreds of rebels with a five person team in Sierra Leone and successfully evacuated customers.

His heart began to sink a little.

Suddenly, light white smoke gushed out of the warm air, and the pungent smell filled the carriage all at once.

The people in the car couldn't help coughing violently.

"Get out, get out!"

The first one pressed the door lock and opened the door.

Without waiting for him to stand still, he was swept by someone. The whole man came to a dog to grab shit and fell into the wet thyme next to him.

He was professionally trained. Although he fell down, he immediately subconsciously touched the pistol in his waist.

However, his attacker seemed to know the next move better than him. His right hand was passed through his elbow and twisted up all of a sudden.

The holster with the gun in his waist was light, and the pistol had been taken away.

A cold voice sounded in his ear: "be honest, or I'll waste you!"

Then he heard someone rush into the car and yell at his colleagues: "don't move, kill whoever moves!"

Ten minutes later, inside the car.

Qin Fei's eyes swept around on those dazzling monitoring instruments.

Eric picked it up and looked like that. The more he looked, the more dignified he looked.

"They are all good things."

Eric looked suspiciously at the four people who had been tied up and thrown at the back of the van.

"Walter p99?" Qin Fei lowered his head and played with the pistol found from the leader. "Very good gun."

He raised his head and looked coldly at the leader: "now I have some questions to ask you. If I answer honestly, I may give you a way to live. If you tell a lie and I find it, I can tell you that tonight is your death date."

"Bah!"

The leader was a slightly fat middle-aged semi bald uncle, who spit on the floor, "you dare to touch a hair of us, can you try to get out of England?"

Half bald uncle's arrogance was quite beyond Qin Fei's expectation.

You know, it's rare for people to dare to be so crazy when they are caught spying on others.

"Tough guy?"

Qin Fei smiled. To tell the truth, he was really the most afraid of tough guys. The people who didn't say a word in the interrogation were the most terrible. They came up to swear and swear, and generally couldn't resist for half an hour.

The old fish stretched out his hand and searched everyone for a while, then searched out the wallet and some odds and ends, and then squatted on the ground to look through them.

Soon, he found out.

Holding a wallet, he handed it to Qin Fei: "from the telecommunications bureau?"

Qin Fei took the wallet and opened it. There was indeed a work permit cover inserted in the place where the photos were placed. It clearly said that it was the head of the British Telecommunications Bureau, and then the name line below said that the guy's name was Tom, and his job was a line repairman.

"Repairman?" Qin Fei smiled dumbly, shook his wallet and said, "you don't really think we are idiots, do you? British repairmen are equipped with Walter p99 pistols to work?"

"What's wrong? Sometimes we have to go to some areas with poor law and order to repair lines and take a pistol for self-defense. It's normal," said Tom angrily.

The old fish on one side couldn't help laughing, so he did it on the ground.

Qin Fei stood up, took a pistol and went to the leading semi bald uncle. He directly put the gun on his temple: "enough, don't beat around the bush with me. I don't have the patience to joke with you."

"Tell me, the four of you are wearing special agent headphones, equipped with four p99 pistols, and all of you are equipped with silencers. There are three mp5k submachine guns and four class III bulletproof vests in the weapon box on the car. Then you drive a van full of special monitoring equipment and laser eavesdroppers everywhere. Don't tell me you're going to Iraq to repair the line. If you think it's similar to me It's fun for me to spend time, so I tell you, you can directly joke with God. It'll be much safer. "

Then he quickly screwed on the silencer and shot the half bald uncle in the calf.

The bullet went through the muscles in the calf and hit the floor.

The half bald uncle immediately fell to the ground with a cry of pain, and his face was in a cold sweat.

"Falk! You sons of bitches! Do you know who we are?" Tom exclaimed. "You're finished! You're finished!"

"I don't have time to guess riddles with you. I just want answers. Why are you following us? Who are you?"

Qin Fei put the muzzle of p99 on the shoulder of the half bald uncle who had fallen to the ground. Although it was obvious that Qin Fei didn't want his life, he just wanted him to bear more pain.

"Have you made up your mind? Are you going to say it?"

Qin Fei said, "I'll give you three seconds to consider, one, two..."

"All right, all right! That's enough!" Tom finally couldn't help it. "Let's say, let's say! We're just minions! I don't know why we want to follow you. We're only responsible for reporting your tracking to our superiors!"

"Then tell me, what is your organization and who is your superior?! is it a black sun?"