Castles, maintenance areas.
Two members of the gravediggers, dressed in jackets and tactical pants, searched one on the left and one on the right, leaning against the wall.
They had to be careful with every step, this was the pit area, there was a lot of sand on the ground, and they tried to keep their tactical boots from rattling on the floor, which would expose their whereabouts.
"Grove, report the situation."
One of them, with the help of laryngeal shock headphones, whispered his accomplices in the channel.
This time, a total of eight of them came and followed Simon to the castle's maintenance area to search for Charlotte.
Once in the pits, they split into four groups and searched in pairs, and if they spotted the princess and her bodyguards, they immediately fired warning shots, and the other groups quickly approached to reinforce them.
But things didn't seem to be going well, as they found that it was eerily quiet, and there had been no shootouts since the four teams entered the pits.
This means that no group can find a target.
Stillness is not a good thing.
In particular, the two found that no matter who they called in the channel, fewer and fewer people replied, until now, they could no longer call any group of accomplices other than themselves.
In the castle's maintenance area, many of the lights have been removed for protection reasons so that the workers can repaint the paint on the walls, so the lights here are a little dim.
Sand – One of them accidentally stepped on the sand on the ground, making a noise.
The accomplice on the opposite side turned his head sharply, raised his index finger and made a "shhh Then, he pointed to the corner in front of him.
The one who stepped on the sand shifted to the left, adjusted his gaze, and looked in the direction his accomplice was pointing.
At first glance, I felt that the cold hair had lost.
Around the corner, a pair of tactical boots appeared, and it looked like someone was lying there.
The two of them leaned over cautiously with their guns in hand.
Sure enough, the man on the ground was a member of the other group, and one of the gravediggers crouched down, touched the man's neck on the ground, and then looked up and shook his head at his companion.
The meaning is already obvious, people hang.
Sand – In the passage on the right, there was a sudden noise.
The two of them turned their guns sharply, and a dark shadow flashed in sight and disappeared in front of a door.
Two G36 automatic rifles fired at the same time, and the bullets smashed the wall into stone chips.
They alternated cover, and walked together towards the place where the sound came from, until the two of them finished firing the magazines one after the other, and then changed to new ones.
When they arrived at the door, the two did not dare to enter rashly, and made a few tactical sign language gestures, and at the same time ripped off the grenade.
Ding—— The grenade spring that had been pulled off the safety ring bounced, and the person on the right reached out to push the door open, and then two grenades were thrown into the room one after the other.
This has the advantage that even if the person inside reacts quickly enough, it is impossible to kick or throw away both grenades at the same time.
Boom – Boom – The thick dust of the air wave directly blew the door into a thousand holes, and half of the door collapsed, hanging on the door frame.
Two grenades are more than twice as powerful in a confined space like a room than in an open area.
After the explosion, the duo burst into the room, one left and one right, searching for their opponents in the smoke that had not yet cleared.
It was just a small room, about ten square meters, and there was a window on the right, and the glass had been shattered by the impact, and the cold wind was blowing in from outside.
No one.
There was no shelter in the room, it was empty, and at a glance you could see all the corners, except for the black blast marks left by the explosion on the ground.
"Fack!"
One of them couldn't help but scold: "Are you sure you saw him go in from here?"
” "Didn't you see that too?"
His accomplice couldn't help but ask rhetorically.
"There's no inner room here."
The gravedigger's eyes swept around, "Could he be magical!?"
” Almost simultaneously, the two of them snapped into shock, quickly raising their heads, their muzzles pointing upwards together.
There was no one in the room, maybe on the roof, and there would be bowed domes in many places on the roofs here, and there would be places to hide.
There was no roof either, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hell yes!"
One of the gravediggers couldn't help but grumble, "Are we going to find the boss?"
Why does he seem to have disappeared?
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” Indeed, no matter how the two of them called Simon in the channel before, Simon did not answer, as if he had disappeared.
"Boss, where are you, it seems that all of our people are dead......"
Still quiet, no response.
Poof- With a dull gunshot, the guy's voice hadn't yet landed, and he collapsed on the ground like a wet rag.
"Fack!"
The other gravedigger is simply a fried cat, the sound of gunfire is coming from behind, there is also a wall, I have seen no one just now, does this person know stealth!?
Even stealth is impossible!
Two grenades exploded in a ten-square-meter room, and even an African rhinoceros should have been killed.
Turning the muzzle of the gun, he saw the window in the wall, where a dark figure was half-stretched, holding a Glock 17 pistol with a silencer, aimed at him.
“shit!”
The words crossed his mind, and his fingers were about to pull the trigger.
Puff puff – Three shots in a row, all of which hit him in the neck and face, directly knocked the person back again and again.
Before he could breathe, the trigger of the gun was still depressed, and the G36 assault rifle slashed an arc in his hand, and tongues of fire erupted from around the flame suppressor, and the dense bullets all hit the walls and roofs, leaving dozens of bullet holes and a large pile of dust.
Eventually, he slammed his back against the wall, sat down next to it, smeared a large patch of blood on the wall, and never moved again.
Outside the window, Eric deftly jumped in from the outside, walked over to the two corpses, shot each of them with a shot, then crouched down, scavenged the ammo from the two men, picked up a G36, and pushed open the door into the hallway, and straightened the crumbling door and closed it with the grace of a guest leaving the hotel.
After walking a few steps down the hallway, suddenly, the sound of the safety pulling up came from behind him.
Eric closed his eyes and sighed.
Who else can come behind him without knowing it, but Simon?
It seems that the eight people who died before were just bait, and Simon knew that Eric was not an ordinary assassin, but one of the twelve disciples of the Holy Cross Brotherhood, and the two sides knew the strength of their opponents very well.
Simon had been secretly watching, looking for an opportunity.
And now, the opportunity has finally arrived.
"John, say, how do you want to die?"
Simon's voice was as cold as the ice floes on the sea near Castle Island at the moment.