“Group B is in place.”

"Group C enters the combat area and has 20 seconds to take the position."

“Group D starts to determine the target.”

As various responses entered the communicator, the light spots on the holographic map in the cabin became clear.

Under this airship serving as a temporary command center, four sniper teams composed of more than a dozen elite Marines have already started to move at an astonishing speed. They are on cruise ships in the city opposite Mao Mansion and nearby waters.

Or maybe he set his own weapons in the lush mountains.

Their nearest group is only 500 meters away from the Mao Mansion compound, and the farthest is hidden in the building of another island ten thousand meters away. However, even so, they are all at the range of the anti-equipment sniper rifle in the electromagnetic track

Among them.

In just half a minute, the courtyard of Mao Mansion and even everyone in the hall were within the hunting position of these elite archers.

And if it is on the battlefield, they can use half a minute to tear apart the deadly projectiles that can be used to rip the armored vehicles and razed the manor to the ground.

Of course, based on the information determined in advance, the sniper team still has priority targets to attack. Including the elegant old housekeeper at the main entrance of the museum, the simple old gardener who is trimming the flowerbed, the old gatekeeper who is napping in the guardhouse at the gate, and the other party who is also a snooze at the gate.

The strong security captain who was patrolling.

... Except for the last one, the rest sounds a bit innocent. Of course, in the world of psychics, everything is possible.

In addition, this is by no means all arrangements.

Outside the gate of the Mao Mansion, Marshal Ferragu's guards had already got out of the car and were wandering outside the gate as if bored. However, their keen eyes were already hidden in the relaxed movements.

There are 100 gun-carrying guards in this mansion, but they cannot be their opponents. Although they are wearing ordinary uniforms, they only cover their close-fitting combat uniforms with uniforms. The ordinary car behind them is also in the ordinary car.

Hidden with heavy weapons.

The only tricky one is perhaps the psychic.

Mao Yuanzuo has been the leader behind the Communist Party of China for so many years, so of course there will be psychics to serve him.

However, since they have received the order from the marshal, they should act immediately. As soldiers, how could they not dare to act because of the possible existence of a strong enemy?

These elite Marine soldiers quickly completed the case of attacking Maogong Mansion. They only exchanged a few glances quickly and then took action tacitly.

Several soldiers rose up at the same time and rushed towards the main gate.

At the same time, firepower support from the faraway city was also launched. The guard room at the door was instantly smashed by the electromagnetic rifle bullets, and the old man who was napping at the door couldn't see it clearly in an instant.

...

In the huge underground hangar of Mao Mansion, Gan Jiang and Mo Xie, who had successfully penetrated, twitched their ears at the same time and looked at a small exhaust outlet at the end of their sight. Her eyes had already passed through the little one.

The mouse passed through the wellhead and caught thick smoke.

"It must be Marshal Ferragu's man."

"He is indeed from his own people."

"I can't talk about my own people, but I must not be a bad person."

"After all, I am a colleague of the junior uncle. No matter how unreliable it is, it will not be unreliable."

"Yes, yes, my uncle also said that we are the most unreliable ones."

"What the junior uncle said is always right. Of course, the senior brother said is right. Mr. Mao's mansion is not simple. He is no longer an ordinary traitor."

"Yes, he is a mysterious and powerful traitor, so he must take a heavy blow."

Speaking of this, the twin girls had already stopped in front of the elevator door and stopped the conversation. They pressed their hands on the lightsaber around their waists at the same time.

In fact, ten minutes ago, when they entered the basement and felt the spirit veins beating, they were already in a state of combat.

Then, the elevator door slowly opened in front of them, and a middle-aged man in a simple uniform put his hands behind him and looked at the girl quietly.
Chapter completed!