"What's going on inside?" Jane Fankel asked.

"Very well, although there was considerable resistance, but ..."

Ayr said disapprovingly, although they faced a long-established Mafia family.

But the combat effectiveness of the two sides is not on a level at all.

In particular, the gap in equipment can no longer be made up by the number of people.

In this battle, no tactics can fill the gap between the two sides' equipment.

One side is still using a pistol, while the other is equipped with an automatic machine gun.

There are also several heavy machine guns mounted on off-road vehicles.

Break into the manor with the team members.

This is no longer a battle.

It was simply a unilateral slaughter.

Jane Fankel was in a heavy mood.

Lead soldiers to slaughter their families.

This kind of thing will not be pleasant to anyone.

She wants her father to see the situation clearly.

Can surrender quickly.

That way she would have fewer kills.

However, members of the family have been slaughtered so much.

He doesn't seem to be planning to surrender.

When will your father be so tough?

Or did you judge him wrong?

"It shouldn't take long before you can go in." Al said.

"Well, I hope so." Jane Fankel said as calmly as possible.

At the moment inside the manor, the mafia gunners on the periphery had been completely cleared.

The sound of gunfire in the manor house also subsided with the explosion of several grenades.

"Head, the enemies in the manor have been basically cleared. Through thermal imaging, there are still three people in the villa and they are under our control. Do we need to execute them on the spot?"

Without waiting for El to speak, Jane Fankel hurriedly said, "Don't ..."

"No, my employer and I will go in. You are responsible for alerting." Al looked at Jane Fanker: "Let's go, Ms. Fanker."

With a heavy heart, Jane Fankel returned to this home where she grew up.

Al smiled, and he saw more employers of this kind.

Jane Fankel is not the first person, nor will it be the last.

For some ridiculous reasons, he broke with his family.

Then find them and use violence to persuade each other.

When Jane Fankel entered the manor, she couldn't help regretting her decision.

Looking at the bodies everywhere, some of them even knew their names.

But now she buried them personally.

They may not have the same blood relationship.

But they became a family because of a surname.

Jane Fankel's mood became more and more complicated.

And some corpses have even lost sight of their true colors.

Every scene here is full of memories for Jane Fankel.

At this moment, the mercenary standing at the door ran smartly in front of Al.

"Head, it seems something went wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"Everyone I deployed into the villa has disappeared."

"Disappeared? What does this mean?"

"They all disappeared on the thermal imaging device, and the intercom on their body did not respond."

"Is it signal interference? And temperature interference?" Al frowned.

He had encountered similar situations on the battlefield before.

Enemies are affecting the thermal imaging equipment by reducing the temperature of the environment.

Reducing the ambient temperature looks complicated.

It's not that difficult in practice.

Especially inside the building, as long as a part of the ice is placed, the ambient temperature can be easily reduced to the point where the thermal imaging instrument can not detect it.

"What about the enemy?"

"Three people in the villa, their thermal images are very clear, and they have been in the last room on the third floor and have not moved."

"Call our people together and follow me all in." Al's face was a little ugly.

He thought it would be a simple task.

But the actual situation was a little unexpected.

"What about outside?"

"There are no more enemies outside, so we don't need to stay outside. Let's go in and see what monsters are inside."

"I want to go in with you too." Jane Fankel looked at Al seriously.

"Ms. Fankel, I have no time to protect you."

"I don't need your protection."

Jane Fankel Fankel was concerned that these mercenaries were red-eyed.

She could ignore the others, but her father and brother, Jane Fankel, would not allow them to hurt.

"Okay, but you better not get in the way when you fight."

Soon, Al's men were summoned.

This villa is so large that even a single living room can accommodate dozens of mercenaries.

Everyone went in carefully, and when they entered the living room, it was empty.

Nothing, not even a corpse.

"It's a bit wrong," Al frowned.

Several mercenaries in charge of forward investigations gestured to Al.

"The second floor is safe and you can go up."

The mercenaries successively went up to the second floor.

Jane Fankel is in the middle, so if there is a problem before and after, she can be protected for the first time.

However, when everyone went up to the second floor to prepare for the third floor, they found that there was an extra door in front of them.

Jane Funkell frowned at the strange door in front of her.

This door is painted with obscure and complicated patterns.

The main body of this door panel pattern is a dragon, which is facing three waves of fear and despair towards the world. Below the dragon, there are people shaking kneelingly.

"Why is there such a door here?" Jane Fankel looked puzzled.

There shouldn't be such a door in this place.

This door is not a work of art.

And even if it's art, it should be in his father's study or in the collection room.

Al made a gesture to his men and forced a breakthrough.

A mercenary stepped forward and lifted his feet to the door.

With a bang, the weird door was opened.

Immediately, a cloud of smoke spread from the door.

"Be careful, it could be poisonous gas," Al said, covering her nose.

However, after a while, everyone found that the smoke did not contain any toxic ingredients.

At least, they didn't feel abnormal.

"Go up and take a look."

Ayr felt that there was a strange and unspeakable depression everywhere in this villa.

He didn't like it. If he was allowed to choose, he would rather be on the battlefield than in the oppressive villa.

The mercenaries followed the door one by one, and Jane Funkel hesitated a little, then followed.

I don't know why, there was a voice in her mind, which seemed to be preventing her from entering the door.