Chapter 30: Escape Experience

(Restore around two o'clock)

In the NSA branch building opposite, there was a burst of gunfire like exploding beans, and an arrogant militant even fired a bunch of bullets into the cafe across the road.

But looking at the way he held the gun and his casual attitude, it didn't take much to know that he couldn't hit even one with his gun, so Ron and Chris didn't move and just sat there, but the customers of other cafes around them But he immediately lay down on the ground with his head in his hands very skillfully.

The movements are so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.

"FxxK! It seems that things are not as simple as we thought. Maybe we need some help inside. Chris, you are here to support. If they have reinforcements again, don't ask me, just open fire."

With that said, Ron took off his coat to reveal the holster inside, and walked towards the NSA branch building.

"This document mentioned that you had a special interest in the Cold War. We all know that you stayed in the Soviet Union for a long time at that time, so I want to know how much you know about Operation Nightshade?"

The investigator who had been beaten violently by Ron sat face to face with Frank and asked, pointing to the documents on the table. Frank's hands had been handcuffed, and out of Ron's sight, the investigator finally dared to put handcuffs on him.

"I really don't know anything. If you have read the mission file, you should know that my mission is just to escort someone to a certain place. What can I know? You should ask me to issue the mission. People, what do they want us to do?"

Frank said confidently. The investigator was a little annoyed. He was about to say something, but there was a strange sound in his ears. He couldn't help but wonder: "What is this sound?"

"The 5.56mm AR rifle, equipped with a silencer, is almost two hundred yards away from us. If your men weren't practicing shooting outside, I think you should be ready to run away."

"Keep an eye on him!" The investigator stood up and walked towards the door of the interrogation room. Before leaving, he told one of his subordinates to keep an eye on Frank, but Frank just glanced at his rookie with contempt and said unhurriedly. : "There are only a hundred yards left. They are here to kill us. Please help me open the handcuffs."

"But I can't do that!"

"The key is in your hand, right?" The gunshots outside became more and more intense. The rookie tightened his grip on the gun nervously. Frank continued to put pressure on him: "It's fifty yards. If you don't open the handcuffs, we will both have to do it." die."

The gunshots and screams outside were getting closer and closer. Under Frank's repeated urging, the rookie's psychological defense finally collapsed and he took out the key, but his trembling hands could not insert the key into the hole.

Frank cursed silently.

(Restore around two o'clock)

In the NSA branch building opposite, there was a burst of gunfire like exploding beans, and an arrogant militant even fired a bunch of bullets into the cafe across the road.

But looking at the way he held the gun and his casual attitude, it didn't take much to know that he couldn't hit even one with his gun, so Ron and Chris didn't move and just sat there, but the customers of other cafes around them But he immediately lay down on the ground with his head in his hands very skillfully.

The movements are so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.

"FxxK! It seems that things are not as simple as we thought. Maybe we need some help inside. Chris, you are here to support. If they have reinforcements again, don't ask me, just open fire."

With that said, Ron took off his coat to reveal the holster inside, and walked towards the NSA branch building.

"This document mentioned that you had a special interest in the Cold War. We all know that you stayed in the Soviet Union for a long time at that time, so I want to know how much you know about Operation Nightshade?"

The investigator who had been beaten violently by Ron sat face to face with Frank and asked, pointing to the documents on the table. Frank's hands had been handcuffed, and out of Ron's sight, the investigator finally dared to put handcuffs on him.

"I really don't know anything. If you have read the mission file, you should know that my mission is just to escort someone to a certain place. What can I know? You should ask the person who issued the mission to me. Man, what the hell do they want us to do? "

Frank said confidently. The investigator was a little annoyed. He was about to say something, but there was a strange sound in his ears. He couldn't help but wonder: "What is this sound?"

"The 5.56mm AR rifle, equipped with a silencer, is almost two hundred yards away from us. If your men weren't practicing shooting outside, I think you should be ready to run away."

"Keep an eye on him!" The investigator stood up and walked towards the door of the interrogation room. Before leaving, he told one of his subordinates to keep an eye on Frank, but Frank just glanced at his rookie with contempt and said unhurriedly. : "There are only a hundred yards left. They are here to kill us. Please help me open the handcuffs."

"But I can't do that!"

"The key is in your hand, right?" The gunshots outside became more and more intense. The rookie tightened his grip on the gun nervously. Frank continued to put pressure on him: "It's fifty yards. If you don't open the handcuffs, we will both have to do it." die."

The gunshots and screams outside were getting closer and closer. Under Frank's repeated urging, the rookie's psychological defense finally collapsed and he took out the key, but his trembling hands could not insert the key into the hole.

Frank cursed silently. (Restore around two o'clock)

In the NSA branch building opposite, there was a burst of gunfire like exploding beans, and an arrogant militant even fired a bunch of bullets into the cafe across the road.

But looking at the way he held the gun and his casual attitude, it didn't take much to know that he couldn't hit even one with his gun, so Ron and Chris didn't move and just sat there, but the customers of other cafes around them But he immediately lay down on the ground with his head in his hands very skillfully.

The movements are so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.

"FxxK! It seems that things are not as simple as we thought. Maybe we need some help inside. Chris, you are here to support. If they have reinforcements again, don't ask me, just open fire."

Devour

With that said, Ron took off his coat to reveal the holster inside, and walked towards the NSA branch building.

"This document mentioned that you had a special interest in the Cold War. We all know that you stayed in the Soviet Union for a long time at that time, so I want to know how much you know about Operation Nightshade?"

The investigator who had been beaten violently by Ron sat face to face with Frank and asked, pointing to the documents on the table. Frank's hands had been handcuffed, and out of Ron's sight, the investigator finally dared to put handcuffs on him.

"I really don't know anything. If you have read the mission file, you should know that my mission is just to escort someone to a certain place. What can I know? You should ask me to issue the mission. People, what do they want us to do?"

Frank said confidently. The investigator was a little annoyed. He was about to say something, but there was a strange sound in his ears. He couldn't help but wonder: "What is this sound?"

"The 5.56mm AR rifle, equipped with a silencer, is almost two hundred yards away from us. If your men weren't practicing shooting outside, I think you should be ready to run away."

"Keep an eye on him!" The investigator stood up and walked towards the door of the interrogation room. Before leaving, he told one of his subordinates to keep an eye on Frank, but Frank just glanced at his rookie with contempt and said unhurriedly. : "There are only a hundred yards left. They are here to kill us. Please help me open the handcuffs."

"But I can't do that!"

"The key is in your hand, right?" The gunshots outside became more and more intense. The rookie tightened his grip on the gun nervously. Frank continued to put pressure on him: "It's fifty yards. If you don't open the handcuffs, we will both have to do it." die."

The gunshots and screams outside were getting closer and closer. Under Frank's repeated urging, the rookie's psychological defense finally collapsed and he took out the key, but his trembling hands could not insert the key into the hole.

Frank cursed silently. (Restore around two o'clock)

In the NSA branch building opposite, there was a burst of gunfire like exploding beans, and an arrogant militant even fired a bunch of bullets into the cafe across the road.

But looking at the way he held the gun and his casual attitude, it didn't take much to know that he couldn't hit even one with his gun, so Ron and Chris didn't move and just sat there, but the customers of other cafes around them But he immediately lay down on the ground with his head in his hands very skillfully.

The movements are so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.

"FxxK! It seems that things are not as simple as we thought. Maybe we need some help inside. Chris, you are here to support. If they have reinforcements again, don't ask me, just open fire."

With that said, Ron took off his coat to reveal the holster inside, and walked towards the NSA branch building.

"This document mentioned that you had a special interest in the Cold War. We all know that you stayed in the Soviet Union for a long time at that time, so I want to know how much you know about Operation Nightshade?"

The investigator who had been beaten violently by Ron sat face to face with Frank and asked, pointing to the documents on the table. Frank's hands had been handcuffed, and out of Ron's sight, the investigator finally dared to put handcuffs on him.

"I really don't know anything. If you have read the mission file, you should know that my mission is just to escort someone to a certain place. What can I know? You should ask me to issue the mission. People, what do they want us to do?"

Frank said confidently. The investigator was a little annoyed. He was about to say something, but there was a strange sound in his ears. He couldn't help but wonder: "This iswhat sound. "

"The 5.56mm AR rifle, equipped with a silencer, is almost two hundred yards away from us. If your men weren't practicing shooting outside, I think you should be ready to run away."

"Keep an eye on him!" The investigator stood up and walked towards the door of the interrogation room. Before leaving, he told one of his subordinates to keep an eye on Frank, but Frank just glanced at his rookie with contempt and said unhurriedly. : "There are only a hundred yards left. They are here to kill us. Please help me open the handcuffs."

"But I can't do that!"

"The key is in your hand, right?" The gunshots outside became more and more intense. The rookie tightened his grip on the gun nervously. Frank continued to put pressure on him: "It's fifty yards. If you don't open the handcuffs, we will both have to do it." die."

The gunshots and screams outside were getting closer and closer. Under Frank's repeated urging, the rookie's psychological defense finally collapsed and he took out the key, but his trembling hands could not insert the key into the hole.

Frank cursed silently. (Restore around two o'clock)

In the NSA branch building opposite, there was a burst of gunfire like exploding beans, and an arrogant militant even fired a bunch of bullets into the cafe across the road.

But looking at the way he held the gun and his casual attitude, it didn't take much to know that he couldn't hit even one with his gun, so Ron and Chris didn't move and just sat there, but the customers of other cafes around them But he immediately lay down on the ground with his head in his hands very skillfully.

The movements are so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.

"FxxK! It seems that things are not as simple as we thought. Maybe we need some help inside. Chris, you are here to support. If they have reinforcements again, don't ask me, just open fire."

With that said, Ron took off his coat to reveal the holster inside, and walked towards the NSA branch building.

"This document mentioned that you had a special interest in the Cold War. We all know that you stayed in the Soviet Union for a long time at that time, so I want to know how much you know about Operation Nightshade?"

The investigator who had been beaten violently by Ron sat face to face with Frank and asked, pointing to the documents on the table. Frank's hands had been handcuffed, and out of Ron's sight, the investigator finally dared to put handcuffs on him.

"I really don't know anything. If you have read the mission file, you should know that my mission is just to escort someone to a certain place. What can I know? You should ask me to issue the mission. People, what do they want us to do?"

Frank said confidently. The investigator was a little annoyed. He was about to say something, but there was a strange sound in his ears. He couldn't help but wonder: "What is this sound?"

"The 5.56mm AR rifle, equipped with a silencer, is almost two hundred yards away from us. If your men weren't practicing shooting outside, I think you should be ready to run away."

"Keep an eye on him!" The investigator stood up and walked towards the door of the interrogation room. Before leaving, he told one of his subordinates to keep an eye on Frank, but Frank just glanced at his rookie with contempt and said unhurriedly. : "There are only a hundred yards left. They are here to kill us. Please help me open the handcuffs."

"But I can't do that!"

"The key is in your hand, right?" The gunshots outside became more and more intense. The rookie tightened his grip on the gun nervously. Frank continued to put pressure on him: "It's fifty yards. If you don't open the handcuffs, we will both have to do it." die."

The gunshots and screams outside were getting closer and closer. Under Frank's repeated urging, the rookie's psychological defense finally collapsed and he took out the key, but his trembling hands could not insert the key into the hole.

Frank cursed silently.

"It's fifty yards. If you don't open the handcuffs, we will both die."

The gunshots and screams outside were getting closer and closer. Under Frank's repeated urging, the rookie's psychological defense finally collapsed and he took out the key, but his trembling hands could not insert the key into the hole.

Frank cursed silently. "It's fifty yards. If you don't open the handcuffs, we will both die."

The gunshots and screams outside were getting closer and closer. Under Frank's repeated urging, the rookie's psychological defense finally collapsed and he took out the key, but his trembling hands could not insert the key into the hole.

Frank cursed silently.