Most of the buildings in Hillbro Street are of European style. In fact, this is a well-known wealthy area in Johannesburg, but after the end of the apartheid policy in the 1990s, earth-shaking was born here in just a dozen years. Variety.

Qin Fei was sitting on a bench in the center of the street. The wooden strips on the back of the chair had been torn down and two of them were left. The ground was full of garbage plastic bags. The garbage in a trash can in the distance was already It was full, and a lot of **** was thrown near the bucket, and a blow fly bomber with the size of a little finger buzzed and flew on it.

The place where Reid and the Holy City Army traded was a dark red European-style four-story building about a hundred meters away from the park. Going to the side, he was covered with a rag.

Connor squatted on the ground at the entrance of an alley across the street from the building, holding a bottle of inferior brandy in his hand, and occasionally drank a sip, not knowing whether it was real or fake.

Mister was sitting next to Qin Fei, holding a newspaper that he picked up from the ground casually, and read it with gusto.

The Chevrolet van parked at a street corner about thirty meters away behind the two of them. The doors and windows of the car were closed, and Major Michel and her two men were inside.

"There are many people with guns downstairs, have you seen them?"

Connor's voice came through the earphones.

Qin Fei glanced over there.

Downstairs of the cafe, on both sides of the street, there were some messy fruit stalls, and some shops also put their goods out of the door. This scene gave Qin Fei a familiar feeling, as if back. In the domestic third- and fourth-tier cities, the lively and crowded street scenes in those small counties.

"Under their fruit stalls, most of them have automatic weapons." Connor reminded everyone again, "These may be gangsters connected with the Quds Army."

"Know, pay attention, it's best to avoid gunfights. If it doesn't work, go to war. Protecting Rhett is the first point." Michelle said.

Rhett got out of the car. He was wearing a casual shirt, trousers and shoes, and a black leather bag in his hand. He walked slowly to the entrance of the cafe.

Two black men who looked fiercely stopped Rhett at the door and did a simple body search on him.

Qin Fei knew that things were far from simple. The cafe was upstairs, and perhaps there would be professional technicians from the Holy City Army to inspect Reid upstairs.

Members of any organization engaged in underground kb activities will always be like mice living in a dark corner. They play a cat and mouse game with members of the counter-terrorism force and intelligence agencies, and being careful will make them live longer.

"Major, now we can't see Rhett anymore. In case he had an accident on it, it would be difficult for us to find out if he didn't use a gun." Connor couldn't help but said.

Michelle said: "Hugo, keep an eye on it. Your side is where the back stairs and fire escape are located. You can also see the back door from your position. Once someone comes out from there, you must see the situation clearly."

"Look at the situation clearly?" Hugo said helplessly: "I am not worried about this now. In case they escorted Reid out, I can only watch it, but it shows that Reid's plan is successful. For him, there is only one choice, and that is to get what they think is the real hard drive."

Now the fake hard disk is in the safe in the vault, but the real hard disk is in the hands of Reid.

This in-between plan is a bet on people’s hearts and suspicions, but Qin Fei still has great worries, after all, it is a real hard drive, the only Achilles’ heel, in case there is any accident or riot, Lost in the gun battle, I can never find a second one.

Although there was no way to crack the Achilles' heel before, it was still in his own hands. As long as he found Professor Morris in his hands, he could decrypt it, at least there was hope.

Once the hard drive is lost...

Qin Fei couldn't imagine the situation after birth.

At least, he himself couldn't want to explain to Kun Guess.

That was something his sister Zhang Lan exchanged for her life. So far Qin Fei still has a lot of questions about how Zhang Lan got the hard drive. That is a mystery. Maybe in the future you can know the whole thing from Fan Tianlong's mouth. The ins and outs of the matter.

"Connor, there is a situation on your side." George's voice suddenly appeared in the headset. "Two black hooligans are approaching you. Be careful, they have guns."

Qin Fei's heart was shocked, and he looked towards Connor's location.

Sure enough, there were two young black men wearing vests, exaggerated hip-hop style pants and peaked caps, walking towards Connor. From an age point of view, they were both under twenty and belonged to the street. Fuck that type.

But in the Hillbro neighborhood of Johannesburg, guns are definitely a must-have item. With every gun, you are embarrassed to greet people.

The waists of the two little black hooligans are bulging, and you can tell at a glance.

Perhaps it was Connor's sudden appearance here that made them feel strange, or for other reasons, they became extremely interested in Connor, the "Vagrant".

"Hey! Brother!" A little hooligan who had walked up to Connor smiled and stretched out his hand. The thick silver necklace around his neck kept dangling, shining silver in the sun.

"Is there any money on me? Buddies, money for cigarettes!"

The other went straight up and kicked Connor on the instep, as if to remind him.

"This is our territory, you must give some money to honor us here."

Qin Fei began to become a little worried. Connor had no problem dealing with the two little hooligans, and the two little hooligans might not know that the seemingly unlucky hobo in front of him was actually the highest level of military training in the world. A member of the agency and special forces, if this looking decadent guy is willing, he can sever the heads of the two little hooligans in a few seconds.

However, now is not the time to do it.

What worries Qin Fei more is Connor's accent.

Although English can be used here, Connor’s accent is somewhat of a Welsh British flavor. The slightly curvy British accent may reveal his identity.

The channel was quiet, and everyone was waiting for Connor to deal with it.

Once started, the gangsters on this street will immediately come to support ~lightnovelpub.net~ Four people may have to deal with dozens or even hundreds of people.

Qin Fei's blood began to rush through the blood vessels, and his adrenal hormones were secreted sharply, making his senses in an extremely sensitive state, even a little excited.

This is the crisis facing special forces and black operations personnel. It is like extreme sports. Others look terrible, but once you are addicted to it, you can’t extricate yourself like taking drugs. When you leave the battlefield, you will suddenly miss that time, even I was immersed in it and suddenly awakened every night, thinking that I was still in the battlefield.

Connor did not speak. The two little hooligans seemed to be impatient. One of them **** one by one. One of them yanked a pistol from his waist, pulled the sleeve to load the bullet, and aimed it at Connor.

"Fak! Worse." Mister couldn't help but whispered from the side, his hand had already touched Glock 18 in the holster around his waist.

　　

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