Maqlovsky was calm on the surface, but in fact, his heart was not as calm as his face.

There was still no news from the search force ahead, and the two mercenaries who fled had become a heart disease of Makovsky.

He sat in a chair, carefully considering the current situation: once the search force to the north showed no signs of breaking through tonight, it means that the two mercenaries are probably no longer on the north side of the island. So where will they go, will they hide in the searched area? Is it even possible to return to the south of Chandra Island, back here?

Thinking of this, Makovsky couldn't help feeling a trace of coolness on his back. Didn't they give up yet?

At this moment, there was a burst of cursing outside, "Stop, who?!" Then there was a burst of gunfire and violent explosions.

Makovsky was shocked and angry, "Damn it, don't... they really dare to come back!" Several secret society militants immediately rushed into the room from outside, protecting Makovsky in the middle.

"What's going on? Who is responsible for the alert?" Maklovsky growled.

"Someone sneaked into the camp with the intention of sneak attack. We had a firefight with him just now." The secret society militant said in a deep voice, "They are not many people, it seems there is only one person. We have already fixed his approximate location."

Maklovsky shouted sharply, "A person? Nonsense! They have at least two people, and only one is found, which means that you have let go of another potential nearby enemy. Order to find me and go immediately. Find these damned mercenaries for me."

"Sir, someone has chased it out, we are here to protect you." A secret agency militant replied.

"Protection? Do you think this is protection?" Maklovsky shook his head, "If you don't come here, those mercenaries won't notice here. And you ran here to protect me, no doubt. Exposing my position to the enemy, you stupid bastards. If it weren’t for you, they wouldn’t be able to lock our position, but now, we’re probably exposed.”

The secret agency militants were taken aback for a while, and did not understand what Makovsky said.

Maklovsky didn't want to tell them any more, waved and shouted, "Since it's here, stay all around and guard around. Those two desperadoes may want to counterattack, and the purpose of their counterattack must be me. "Several secret agency militants stood guard at the window door one by one, as if they were facing the enemy, paying close attention to the situation outside, and there were also several militants guarding outside.

After waiting for ten minutes, there was another fierce gunfire and a huge explosion nearby. Makovsky's mood began to fluctuate a little. "What the **** is going on, who can tell me what's going on outside?"

A secret agency militant came in from the outside and turned to Makovsky, "We have found it."

Maklovsky looked at him and shouted, "What's the discovery?"

"Before someone broke into the camp and installed an explosive device, killing and wounding several of us. Just now, our people outside blocked him, and now the target has been killed by us. We have also checked other places, basically It can be confirmed that he is acting alone and there is no helper by his side." The secret society militant said solemnly.

"The target has been killed, and he has acted alone from start to finish, are you sure?" Makovsky frowned.

"Yes, I can be sure, the corpse is in front." The secret society militant replied.

Maklovsky looked at him suspiciously and waved, "Go, take me to see the dead body." Several secret society militants surrounded Maklovsky and walked out of the straw shed, toward the front row of the camp. The thatched house walked over. Seven or eight secret society militants gathered there. Because those pirates were restricted from entering here, these secret society militants became the main guards in this area.

Seeing Maklovsky coming surrounded by guards, a secret agency militant trot up to report the situation. "We killed an enemy here."

Maklowski looked at the blood on the ground and frowned, "Who is this?"

"I don't know, but he was wearing a diving suit, and someone confirmed that he had seen this person in a diving suit at the place where the explosion happened a few minutes ago. So we made a decisive action and successfully completed the interception and encirclement of him, and because the opponent was stubbornly resisting. , So we chose to kill." The secret society militants could not hide their excitement.

No wonder he was proud. The pirates used to spend hundreds of people, and the people who were not caught in a dragnet search and suppression have now been killed by him. Therefore, this secret agency militant is inevitably a little excited.

Maklovsky didn't give this secret agency any good face. He just lowered his head, took a closer look at the footprints on the ground, then frowned at the dead body lying in a pool of blood.

Maklovsky pointed to the corner of the wall and said, "You met him there, and then he ran all the way to here. Then he was shot dead because he had nowhere to escape?"

"Yes, we checked his belongings. There is a water bottle and a backpack. The backpack is waterproof. We suspect it is used to hold an explosive device. We can be sure that this person is the one who made the explosion before." Replied. After speaking, he handed Maklovsky an empty waterproof tactical bag.

Maklovsky looked at it and nodded, "It is indeed the equipment only used by mercenaries. I want to see where the body is."

"Still on the ground, keep the same as when he was shot dead. We haven't moved the corpse, but checked the objects scattered around him." The secret society militant nodded.

Maklovsky glanced at the corpse on the ground, "Is that him?" After saying that he put on a pair of gloves and squatted down, "You two, help me turn him over. I want to see, is he? The person I am looking for."

The two militants on the side quickly turned the body over and let the body lie on its back. One of the militants also pulled off the mask worn by the corpse.

"This is a black man?" Makovsky said in surprise. "This is not the mercenary we were looking for at all. Oh, damn, this man is a pirate. This is a trick."

Maklovsky pointed to the corpse’s feet and said, “Look at his feet. He doesn’t wear shoes, so this person often doesn’t wear shoes. From the footprints on the ground, that One should be wearing a pair of jungle boots. Therefore, he is just a pirate. The real invader killed a pirate and successfully used this person to attract your attention. And you, obediently fell on him."