Lin Rui walked at the forefront of the team. His head-mounted night vision device bumped into the tunnel wall from time to time. The scene seen through the night vision device felt like a constantly shaking TV picture. Walking in such a dark tunnel is a very dangerous job. No one knows if they will suddenly encounter a trap.

What can be seen through the night vision goggles is only a very vague scene, and the gas mask on his face cannot be removed. Most of the time, they must rely on their hands, touch everything in the tunnel with their hands, and carefully explore whether there are hidden mixing lines and booby mines.

After climbing through this narrow area, they came to a more spacious passage, allowing them to walk straight. But after walking a few steps, Lin Rui suddenly pressed his hand on the soil in front of him, and he felt a little abnormal. He quickly tapped the communication headset, "Stop moving."

"What's wrong, boss?" Sergey whispered from behind.

"There is a situation." Lin Rui whispered, "There is something wrong with the ground in front of you, so move forward slowly." He crawled and scratched the soil with his hand, then touched down with his hand, and whispered, "Flip trap ."

This kind of flap trap is a very common trap. It is usually covered with a thin wooden board, but both sides are full of spikes. If the foot is stepped on, the **** on both sides will be closed due to gravity, and the two rows of sharp spikes will bite the sunken calf like a crocodile's mouth. Even if the person who falls into the trap pulls out the foot afterwards, it will drag an injured leg that cannot fight.

"Damn it, it really is an Afghan-style flap trap, and I also have one here." Crazy Horse also found a trap on the left side beside Lin Rui.

"Everyone is careful. It seems that this Mr. Marlboro is not simple." Lin Rui said in a low voice, "I said it a long time ago, don't think he is just a cigarette smuggler. He is a trained terrorist."

This tunnel was narrow in some places and wide in others. As they had expected before, there was still a source of water and a ditch in the tunnel. Lin Rui and the others almost stepped in. There was a faint light when I went further. It looks like a light, and the light is obviously very dim, and it flickers slightly, as if the voltage is unstable.

Lin Rui made a gesture and took off the night vision goggles, first to save the power of the night vision goggles, and secondly, to use the night vision goggles in a lighted place to see nothing. After taking off the night vision goggles, several team members slowly moved forward and found a basement that was not very large. There are many bicycles in a row.

There are bicycles in the basement, which is a joke. When they got closer, they discovered that this was a place for emergency power generation. Those bicycles were all modified human power generators that used bicycles to generate electricity. These power-generating bicycles are similar to the bicycles on the market, with wheels, gears, pedals...Of course, it also provides generators, batteries, etc. to generate electricity.

It should be used for emergency power supply in this tunnel in an emergency, with no noise and exhaust gas, safe and concealed, and power generation by pedaling a bicycle purely manually. It is also a good emergency measure. The CIA agent Turner looked at the map in his hand and whispered, "It was not originally there, at least there is no emergency power station on the map. It looks like it should have been excavated later. This Mr. Marlboro’s nest should still be there. front."

Lin Rui looked down and nodded, "It should be not too far away." He took out the poison gas canister that looked like a black kettle from his side, and whispered, "From here?"

Turner nodded, "This thing is very volatile, and the anaesthetic gas will be filled with tunnels within a few minutes."

Lin Rui opened the poison gas canister. Although it was a poisonous gas canister, it was filled with some kind of ointment-like liquid. The liquid seemed to vaporize quickly in the air, and after falling to the ground, it kept turning over bubbles.

"The CIA stuff is all messed up, I don't know if it works." Sergey shook his head and muttered.

"I'll know then." Crazy Horse whispered.

The farther you go, the brighter the light in front, and under the lights on both sides, there are faint figures shaking. There seemed to be several people talking.

Lin Rui listened for a while and whispered, "It seems to be Arabic. Crazy Horse, can you hear what they are talking about?"

Crazy Horse leaned forward and listened for a while and shook his head, "The voice is too soft to understand."

Turner whispered, "That location should be where Mr. Marlboro is hiding. There must be many militants around him to protect him."

"Ready." Lin Rui whispered, "Let's go over and take a look."

"Don't worry, let's wait for the anesthetic to take effect." Turner shook his head. After waiting for another few minutes, the voice there gradually disappeared. Lin Rui bent forward and touched it. The submachine gun in his hand was also fitted with a silencer.

Lin Rui made a gesture, Crazy Horse and Sergey stooped to ambush to the other side, while Lin Rui leaned forward and observed it before slowly walking over. Several militants lay on the ground, seeing them in a coma.

Sergey kicked it and found that they couldn't wake up at all. "Well, I have to say at least this time, Yankee stuff works."

Turner walked over behind him, holding a submachine gun, switched to single-shot mode, and fired a shot in the head of every unconscious militant.

"What is this, they all passed out." Sergey frowned. "Is it fun to shoot someone who can't fight back?"

"Ensure safety." Turner shook his head. "I am not a hero or a fighter. I am an agent, and they are terrorists. There is no need to talk about chivalry with terrorists. Do you expect me to fight them face to face? "

"He did it right. We are now going deep into the enemy camp. To be on the safe side, if someone of them wakes up, it will be very detrimental to our actions." Lin Rui shook his head. "There is no Mr. Marlboro among these people. Take the time to check and see what institutions and secret doors are around. These armed guards won't be here for no reason."

Sergey turned around and checked around. "Damn it, isn't this Mr. Marlboro hiding here?"

"Impossible, look at this." Crazy Horse dragged the corpse of an militant and tore his clothes. "Kevlar bulletproof vests are also equipped with bulletproof flaps. This is not a standard feature for terrorists. These terrorists are not afraid of death, and they are willing to tie up bombs for human bomb attacks. Under what circumstances do you think they wear them? Body armor?"

"Unless they are protecting some very important person." Lin Rui whispered.