"I didn't have the chance to take a photo with Mr. Mahasdorf." The bearded Chechen shook his head regretfully.

"So Mahersdorf is still here?"

Captain Culp asked excitedly, "Maybe we can find an opportunity to ask him to take a photo with us. My child has always wanted to..."

"Are you stupid?"

The bearded Chechen soldier mocked, "He left a long time ago. Even if he is still here, why would he take pictures with us?"

"That's right, alas!" Karp and Ruslan sighed in unison, the regret and disappointment in their voices already evident.

The bearded man looked at each other and his companions at the same table, and then said perfunctorily, "I will think of informing you when I see him again."

"I haven't even met the three of them yet," Captain Culp smacked his lips, his tone and expression full of anticipation.

While the two of them were gathering information in the cafeteria, the three of Wei Ran were also busy for more than an hour before carrying all the cargo boxes blocking the explosion-proof door into the decontamination room, revealing the hidden

Explosion proof door.

However, just as they used the iron frame they found to place a piece of bitter cloth in front of the explosion-proof door and carefully removed the traces on the ground, several beams of light shone in the direction of the intersection where they came.

Light!

The three of them looked at each other and immediately got into the decontamination bathroom they had just visited as quickly as possible.

Almost at the same time that Wei Ran closed the door, a beam of light swept across the door. The light that flashed through the crack of the door that was about to be closed even dazzled his eyes.

Lezli and Fischenk, who hid in the room almost immediately, also used a wooden box filled with clothes to block the door.

"Hide"

As he spoke, Rezri was the first to pass through the glass door, holding the weird-looking dagger in his mouth. He supported the walls on both sides of the corridor with his hands and feet, crawled to the top of the corridor like a spider, and held his back tightly.

Fitted tightly to the ceiling.

Less than two seconds apart, Wei Ran and Feishenke each got into two one-meter-square wooden boxes next to each other, and covered themselves with the sea soul shirts scattered around inside.

But they also put their eyes towards the gap at the edge of the crate, and in their hands, they each held a PSS silent pistol aimed at half of the crate.

Less than two minutes later, the chaotic footsteps approached from far away and finally stopped not far from the end of the passage.

"Malikov, is that all there is?" one of the soldiers asked in a dialect that Wei Ran couldn't understand.

"And that's all"

A drunken voice returned to the question raised by the former in Chechen in Russian that Wei Ran could clearly hear, "There are only so many night vision devices, and those Americans only sent so many."

"Malikov, answer my question in our language." Another voice lowered his voice and said in Chechen, "You don't want your life!"

"what is the relationship"

The person who spoke first actually switched to Russian, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and bring someone here to raise these things!"
Chapter completed!