The temporary base when Leng Feng stole the intelligence of the National Security Bureau was once again used passively, but compared to the last time the whole city knew it, this time it was much more low-key.

Elite units were deployed here in great silence, and in the middle of the night, unmarked cars carrying heavily armed soldiers gathered on the streets. No one knew that the war between the National Security Bureau, China's top intelligence agency, against the world's largest killer organization, Cobra, was about to start here.

A temporary operational command was set up in the base, codenamed Operation Snake Slashing. The Deputy Director of the National Security Bureau and Director of the Executive Director, Nighthawk, is responsible for unifying the arrangements for the operation of the Public Security Bureau, the Military Region, and the Special Forces. All the agencies that can be mobilized are stationed in the secret base, and from the day they enter the base, they have to cut off any contact with the outside world, and even their own families cannot tell them where they are going.

In the combat duty room, Nighthawk sat with the heads of the key links of the operation, carefully studying the information that had been extracted from the mouths of the captured killers.

Yaksha stood in front of a blackboard, holding a document and pointing at a photo projected by the projector with a long stick, slowly briefing the crowd on the action.

"According to the information obtained from the caught killer, this time Cobra dispatched the most elite killers in the organization, he doesn't know how many people there are, but it will definitely not be less than a hundred." Yaksha said flatly.

"And where are their weapons and equipment supplied from?" A special forces officer asked a question at the right time.

Yaksha nodded and said, "Their weapons and equipment are all provided by the internal lines lurking in our country, and most of them are smuggled from abroad. After years of development by those insiders, they already have a well-organized network. In this network, whatever they want, foreign personnel will provide it for them. So please believe that as long as you can imagine the best weapons, including the cutting-edge weapons of the Mi Army, these killers can get their hands on them. ”

Seeing that no one had a problem, Nighthawk nodded at Yaksha and motioned for him to continue. Yaksha pointed to the characters on the slide and said, "These are the killers we captured at the seaside, they are all very famous killers in Southeast Asia, and everyone is a special forces elite retirement. And he has been working in this industry for many years, not to mention hundreds of lives on his hands. They are experienced, murderous and wanted by many countries in South Asia. ”

Yaksha sneered and continued, "But if you want to make a name for yourself in our country, they are still in the wrong place. Before they came here, a number of countries in South Asia had already informed us about the movements of these killers. So when they just came ashore, they were successfully arrested. ”

Nighthawk suddenly interjected: "Don't underestimate these killers, they are very tenacious after being arrested, if it weren't for the use of hallucinogens and forced water, we wouldn't have been able to ask for so much information." ”

Everyone in the room nodded, and some of those who had never participated in such a secret meeting even kept wiping the sweat from their foreheads. The atmosphere here is so tense that it has accelerated the flow of blood in some people.

"Alright, go ahead." Nighthawk nodded at Yaksha.

Yaksha said, "According to the information of these killers, they will all be assembled in the capital, and the meeting place will be in an antique shop in Old Street. The owner of the antique shop is also their insider, and all the killers will get the latest instructions there. ”

"These killers are really secretive enough, so are we going to copy that antique store?" A middle-aged man in a police uniform asked a question about the fact that he was an old criminal police officer who had also been joined in the covert operation.

"No, you can't." Nighthawk interrupted everyone: "The killers are very cunning, since a secret contact point has been set up, there must be precautions, I'm afraid we just went to his lair, and the hidden killer will get the news immediately." And we don't know if all the killers have already arrived, acting rashly and informing them that they will startle the snake. ”

The middle-aged criminal policeman nodded deeply, glanced at Nighthawk, and stopped talking. The person in charge of this operation is Nighthawk, and the old criminal policeman knows very well that in front of an expert like Nighthawk, it is better to say less and do more. Other people's experience may throw themselves a few streets.

Seeing that no one was talking, Nighthawk said, "Actually, our clues are not interrupted here, at least we know where their junction is. With this location, we were able to find out where their headquarters were. ”

"Is it to escort those killers to the junction location? I'm afraid that's going to be a problem, right? The old detective couldn't help but say worriedly. He is an experienced veteran detective, and since the killers mentioned before are very stubborn, it is difficult to guarantee that the identity of the intelligence agent will not be exposed at the junction location, in that case, the first qiē plan will be bankrupt.

"No, we're free." Nighthawk smiled mysteriously: "If you want to fight with our National Security Bureau, those killers are too tender." ”

The sky is bright, and the capital is already lively. People rushing to work are busy getting to work, cities are too big, and high rents make many people live far away from their jobs.

The streets are filled with enticing scents, and there are people hurrying through the various breakfast shops. The aroma of big meat buns wafted far away, and various delicacies from all over the country bloomed here like a bustle.

In an antique street, while all the shops were still closed, one shop opened early. To be precise, the shop is open almost 24 hours a day, but at night the door is closed and the lights are on, and whenever someone knocks on the door, the shopkeeper will immediately appear inside.

This made the fellow shopkeepers very puzzled, and they didn't know why the owner of this antique shop was fighting so hard. Could it be that the family is short of money or something, and they have to work hard day and night to make money.

No matter what others think, the owner of this shop still goes his own way. Early in the morning, when everyone else was asleep, he sat alone in front of the door. Holding a glass of milk in his hand, he stretched lazily. His bloodshot eyes clearly said that he hadn't slept well in a long time, and he didn't know what he had been busy with all day.

"Boss, is there a jade vase from Qianqing?" Suddenly, four people appeared on the old street as if out of thin air. One of the guys with a grim face stood in front of the boss and asked gloomily.

The owner of the antique shop was so shocked that he almost vomited the milk in his mouth. He steadied himself and stood up to look at the four of them carefully. A murderous aura shot straight into his eyes, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

"Yes, yes, it's a coincidence that a few people came, there just happened to be something you wanted, please tell me inside." The owner of the antique shop bent down to give way, his eyes full of awe.

The four of them looked left and right, and quickly dodged into the antique shop. The owner of the antique shop followed closely behind, looked around and closed the door.

Entering the house, the owner of the antique shop immediately showed a flattering look, bent down and said to the man with a gloomy face just now, "I don't know what you call it?" I'm the liaison here, just call me Ma San. ”

"Ma San, don't ask our names, if you want to live a little longer." The man with a gloomy face said coldly, with a bitter coldness in his eyes.

Ma San's head was covered in cold sweat, this is the feeling, the feeling that a real top killer brings. In the past few days, he has arranged several batches of people like this, each of which has the kind of cold that can kill people at any time.

Ma San nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, yes, it's me who is too talkative." He turned his head to look at the four of them, and then said with some surprise, "Why don't you have a liaison to bring you here?" It's not in order. ”

The gloomy man gently patted Ma San's shoulder, but Ma San felt as if a thousand catties of huge force were coming from the other party's palm, so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything, and he didn't even dare to shake his legs.

"That's why I told you not to talk too much, I hate it when someone asks me in my ear like a fly. If you want to live longer, just shut up. ”

Ma San was so frightened that he almost knelt on the ground, he already knew the fate of the liaison, he must have been killed by these four killers. These people are no different from the murderers, and Ma San can't wait to stay away from these people now.

"Okay, now sue me, how do I contact the brigade." The gloomy man sneered, and there was a kind of coldness in his eyes that saw through people's hearts. Ma San felt as if his heart had been stabbed by several knives, and he was about to lose his breath.

"In, in, at the Grand Hotel Maria." Ma San stammered.

"Is everyone there?" The gloomy man asked, squinting his eyes.

Ma San shuddered and took out a room card from his pocket, and said carefully: "I have opened twenty suites there with different identities, and it is instructed that as long as there are many people, all of them will live in one room for easy transfer." You are not allowed to go out on weekdays, and you will be notified when there is a task. ”

The gloomy man took the room card and looked at it slightly. The key card also comes with proof of identity, and even a photo is prepared accordingly. In fact, the boss recognized them when they first arrived, because he had pictures of all the killers in this operation.

"You're doing a great job, I hope I'll see you next time." The gloomy man patted the boss on the face, smiled and walked away with his men.

The boss almost collapsed directly, cursing in his heart, the ghost just wants to see you in the future, how far is it, hurry up and get out.

Out of the antique shop, the four of them quickly walked out of the old street. A car was waiting for them at the end of the old street, and they walked up quickly and disappeared.

"Captain, your tone is so fierce, that guy is almost so scared that he pees his pants." The military thorn sitting in the front row tore off the mask on his face and laughed.

That gloomy man was Nighthawk, and they had learned the art of disguise from Cold Wind. I thought it would be useless, but I didn't expect it to come in handy this time.

Nighthawk said lightly: "Go to the hotel, the mission has officially begun." ”