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Chapter 1259 Reconnaissance Team

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    ¡°Sergey, report your progress.¡± Jiang An¡¯s voice came from the earphones.

    "I have sneaked into their camp and investigated on the south side. Since most of the people have been transferred out, the camp is very quiet. But I still haven't found the place where Rick is being held. Rose, you and there" Sergey said softly  road.  He clung to the wall like a gecko, slowly keeping moving.

    "Rose, how is the situation where you are?" Jiang An whispered on the communication channel.

    "The guards on the east side have been cleared, and we are also searching for Lin Rui's whereabouts, but we have not found any clues." Rose replied, "Sandro Fox, how is the situation there?"

    "I just eliminated the sentry at a sentry post. I found a room that may be used to hold prisoners, but no one was found. I also checked the interrogation room just now, and found nothing as well." Sandro replied, "It really can't be done. I  Go and capture someone alive and ask."

    "Okay, you don't have much time. If it doesn't work, just do it. Remember not to leave anyone alive after asking." Jiang An whispered.

    "Understood." Sandro rolled over and rolled out of the grass. He stared at a sentry in front.  This person is on duty outside this temporary detention center. Maybe he will know some news about Lin Rui.

    Sandro carefully observed the surrounding situation, then bent down and approached the sentry bit by bit.  His steps were so light that even when he stepped on the grass wearing military boots, he made no sound.  Although he is good at urban street fighting, his nickname of North American Fox is not justified.  This kind of stealth capture of prisoners was not a problem for him at all.

    Seemingly sensing something strange behind him, the sentry turned around hesitantly.  But the moment he turned back, Sandro was already close to him, pressing one hand on the weapon on his chest, and with a dexterous movement of his fingers, he had turned off the safety of the automatic rifle.

    When the sentry looked up in shock, Sandro had already raised his palm and hit the secret society sentry on the jaw.  The sentry was suddenly hit hard and his head tilted back involuntarily.  Sandro's lower foot has also hooked the sentry's foot, and he gently moved backwards.  The sentry originally had the momentum of leaning back, and with the addition of his feet, he hooked in the opposite direction.  The body immediately lost its balance and fell backward.

    A sharp dagger was pressed against the sentry's neck, "Don't move." Sandro whispered, "I can cut your carotid artery with just one knife. Even if you scream loudly, no one will  I can save you. Because before your companions arrive, you will lose a lot of blood and go into shock, and then die in a few minutes. Do you understand what I mean?"

    The sentry of the secret society showed endless fear in his eyes and nodded.

    "Very good, the rules are very simple, I ask questions and you answer." Sandro whispered, "Has an Asian been captured in the past few days?"

    The sentry nodded in fear.

    "Very good, where is he being held?" Sandro pressed.

    "He was originally locked up here, but today the baron took him away" the sentry trembled.

    "Where did he go? Where did you keep this person?" Sandro whispered.

    "I don't know, maybe it's the headquarters, maybe it's the guard camp behind Maybe, I really don't know anything." The sentry trembled.

    Sandro forced him with a knife and whispered, "Where is it?"

    "I don't know, but he should be in this camp. At least he hasn't been shot yet. Because the Baron said that keeping him is still useful." The sentry explained in a low voice.

    "What's the use? What will the Red Baron do to him?" Sandro frowned.

    "I really don't know. I'm just an ordinary soldier. I probably heard something when I was standing guard yesterday. The baron wants to use him for negotiations, so he can't be allowed to die." The sentry whispered, "I think he may be injured.  , so he was sent to the infirmary. Because he was injured, and the Baron didn¡¯t want him to die. If he wasn¡¯t here, then he must have gone to the infirmary.¡±

    Sandro whispered, "Where is the infirmary?"

    "There are a group of white first-aid tents on the southeast side, which look very obvious. He may be in one of them." The secret society soldier whispered.

    "Thank you for telling me." Sandro put his hand covered with tactical gloves on the secret society soldier's mouth and nose, and then quickly pierced his neck with the dagger.  The blade of the knife is inserted diagonally upward along the cervical spine, directly destroying the brain tissue in the skull.  "Although I can't let you go, I can at least make you less painful." Sandro put down the body of the secret society soldier and dragged the still warm body to a hiding place.

    ¡°Sergey, Lin Rui should be in your area, searching for those medical emergency tents. He may be in one of them, and I will rush over to meet you.Sandro pressed the communication headset and whispered.

    "Received. I will investigate those tents immediately. Rose, help me pay attention to the patrols at the intersection. I don't want to come out of the tent and immediately encounter the armed patrols of the secret society." Sergey whispered.

    "Don't worry, we are keeping an eye on you. We can help you solve the problem and give you a timely warning." Rose said in a low voice, "Act now!"

    Sergey found his way out from behind a few small bushes, and then quietly approached the first-aid tents of the medical rescue teams.  These first-aid tents are specially used for emergency surgeries and the rescue of injured soldiers.  However, the battle was too cruel and most of the wounded soldiers were blocked on the other side and could not be withdrawn in time.  So these tents are also very empty.

    Sergey walked in slowly, gun in hand.  The night vision device he wore on his head made everything around him appear green.  The quiet rows of tents, the smell of blood and disinfectant, were a bit creepy.

    "Damn it!" Sergey squatted down and found that there was a light in one of the first-aid tents, and there were at least four or five guards watching from the outside.  This kind of first aid tent used by field troops is relatively large.  There is a separately disinfected sterile operating room and a dozen beds waiting for surgery.  Therefore, the floor space is much larger than that of ordinary tents.

    But no matter how big the tent is, it doesn¡¯t need four or five soldiers with loaded guns to guard it, right?  There must be something weird here. Sergey gritted his teeth and bent over.  But he didn't dare to get too close because of the guards.  I just hid on the periphery, wanting to hear what the guards or those inside were saying, and then act according to the situation.

    In this case, he can only deal with it this way.  It is better to be cautious than to rush in hastily.  Besides, even if Lin Rui was inside, he was not sure he could deal with four or five vigilant guards at the same time.  Sergey knelt down and tapped the earphones with his fingers.  This is a code that has been agreed upon in advance and is used when it is inconvenient to speak.  It meant to signal to other members of the team that he was not exposed, but was in some trouble.

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