No matter what, the members of Team B still took their own equipment and boarded the C-17 transport plane.

Jason Hayes, who was suspended, looked at them with envy.

"Jason."

Adam Sever came over.

He and Jason Hays were originally friends with a very good relationship, and the replacement of Jason this time was not his own wish.

Jason shook his head, he knew what the other party would say, "Adam, Team B is the best."

"Ha, don't worry, you will never let your team B be embarrassed."

After saying that, Adam Sever boarded the plane directly, while Jason Hayes watched the plane take off from the runway.

He knew that the plane disappeared in the clouds and then sighed and walked into the base's command center. He came today to ask his chief when he would be reinstated.

Although it is very regrettable that he cannot do the task with the team members, what is more serious is that his daughter is about to go to college, and the tuition fee is a lot of money.

Moreover, the house loan needs to be paid ongoing. If he is unable to get the field allowance for a long time, he may really go bankrupt.

...

"Pile this chair on it."

At the Taj Mahal Hotel, Xu Chuan is still directing the survivors to strengthen temporary shelters.

The reason for dealing with those KB players is just one of them, and the other reason is to keep these people away from being idle.

He didn't know how long he would be trapped. If it took too long, these people would likely be mentally broken.

By then, the opponent may not have attacked yet, and they will be in chaos here.

Find something for them to do so that these people feel that they can save their lives in this way, and most people will not cause any trouble.

"Hey, why don't you do it yourself and come and command us?"

However, there will always be a few strange things in a hundred kinds of people.

A local rich man from Mumbai, also a guest of Mukosh Abani, is expressing objection to Xu Chuan's behavior.

I guess no one has directed him to do this or that in this life.

At this time, everyone else stopped the work at hand, and this question was what they wanted to ask.

Xu Chuan looked at the other person with a stupid expression, then laughed, and took the initiative to come to him to kill the chicken to warn him. This was really a bit embarrassed.

He pulled out a solid wood stick from the stacked bunker, which should be a decoration on a certain coat hanger.

Xu Chuan weighed it in his hand twice, and then smashed it to the front.

In the horrified eyes of others, Xu Chuan directly discounted the stick as thick as a wrist.

And the talkative guy was already lying on the ground and fainted with blood on his face.

Then his wife rushed over, looking like she was about to die. I guess if Xu Chuan hadn't held a gun in his hand, she might have really fought with him.

Xu Chuan just waved to Curtis and asked him to throw the one who was pretending to be dead on the ground out of the cover.

Then he turned around and looked around everyone, and said, "You can come and challenge my authority at any time, but the loser will get out of this room."

Listening to the woman's miserable cry, everyone was dodging Xu Chuan's gaze, and those who had stopped immediately began to continue working.

Although they don't know when they will do it.

Vasily from NV Investment Company came over, "You are doing it right, this group of Indians must deal with this."

Xu Chuan rolled his eyes. If it weren't for seeing that the other party was Alex's person, he would have dealt with this Russian as well.

Their communication was not interrupted, so everyone can get information from the outside world.

The tragic situation and incompetence of the Mumbai police were seen by everyone, and the delay in the arrival of the Black Cat Special Forces made Mukosh Abani a little embarrassed and angry.

He kept calling people again, and even his cell phone was almost out of power.

Now some senior officials in Mumbai have begun to stop answering his phone calls.

As for his helicopter, he didn't even have a shadow.

Not everyone in this world wants him to go back alive. His younger brother has already sent a message to Xu Chuan through an intermediary. As long as his brother dies in the hotel, he can agree to the conditions of Umbrellati.

Xu Chuan hasn't figured out how to deal with this matter yet.

Damien Scott successfully went to the fourth floor, and then not only brought back the travel bag Xu Chuan had placed there, but also brought back a woman.

It was the woman he had tried to fuck in the bar before but failed.

This woman should be a South Asian, looking a little embarrassed. She should have hid in every corner to avoid the attackers.

Xu Chuan didn't care about these things, there was no difference between one more and one less here.

The one who was beaten up by him is still crying in the corridor outside and saying that he is wrong.

Maybe it was because Umbrella's warning had worked, or maybe it was because of other reasons.

Now the attackers and those of them seemed to have formed a balance, and those who knew they were here, but did not attack.

The surveillance showed that the attackers did not mean to attack, but the guests and hotel waiters who had not had time to evacuate the following floors were almost killed by these people.

These people had not thought of taking refuge in the clubs on the top floor, but most of them were hunted on the road.

Xu Chuan had no choice but to do this, and he could not have trapped himself and Curtis and the others in order to save people.

He never thought he was a superhero, nor did he think he could solve everything.

But one thing is obvious, that is, these attackers have not found the person they are looking for.

It wouldn't be so coincidental that Xu Chuan touched his chin, that woman is here?

He waved Damien Scott and found him, and the guy was much more honest now.

"BOSS, what's the matter?"

"Is the weapon expert you've been looking for before a man or a woman? You won't even know your age."

Scott thought about it, but shook his head, "I don't know very well."

The chemical weapons that Britain and the United States planned to frame Saddam were missing halfway.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Of course, Britain and the United States, as the parties involved, cannot promote this matter everywhere.

Therefore, there is very little information from the outside world over the years. If Luo Jialing had not taken the risk of promoting Branch No. 20 in Macau last time, they might have had little understanding of this matter.

At present, in addition to a British defense company, a weapon expert named Mahad was involved in the incident.

After that incident, all the people involved disappeared. It was not until the last two years that this weapon expert named Mahad provided weapons information to Bar Cystein that he had a trace.

Xu Chuan thought about it and said that the people below were looking for this person.

Although Americans were getting laundry detergent at the UN General Assembly, they must have used real frames.

A large number of VX or other chemical weapons were hidden, and I don’t know how many people were thinking about these things.

To be honest, he is really not familiar with the chemical martial arts thing. It has been so many years since it has passed, hasn’t the shelf life been through?

However, Xu Chuan knew the power of this thing very well. If there was this in the hotel now, he would jump into the window and run away immediately.

His eyes slowly swept across the woman in the room. That Mahad wouldn't be among these people.

If the guests invited by Mukosh Abani and those who are too old or too young are eliminated, there are actually not many possibilities left, and there are only about three or four people.

He immediately sent a message to Berkhof, asking him to confirm the identities of these survivors through surveillance videos, especially those women.

Just as he was thinking, Curtis came over, holding the intercom seized by Xu Chuan in his hand.

"Boss, those guys seem to want to negotiate with you."

Xu Chuan raised his eyebrows. Did these people finally think of the walkie-talkie? The reaction was really slow.

He took it, and then he heard the person inside saying in English with a strong South Asian accent, "Mr. Grylls of Umbrella, let's talk."

Xu Chuan pressed the PTT key and replied, "Let's find someone with no accent in English."

The other party didn't speak for a long time, and at least half a minute later, he said, "Mr. Griers, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Look, you can't even understand what I'm talking about, so hurry up and find someone with good English."

"It sounds so hard, have you been to school before, how can you be an international terrorist with this level of culture?"

"Is it okay to pursue it a little? How can you become bigger and stronger like this?"

"Do you think it's enough to kill a few people? If you can't even be an internet celebrity like this, why are you still terrorists?"

"Hey, do you recognize Mukosh Abani? He is the richest man in Asia. If you don't surrender, be careful that Mr. Abani can't spare you."

"Do you know how rich Mr. Abani is? He is worth more than 30 billion US dollars, and he can kill you even if he uses money."

...

Xu Chuan pressed PTT and refused to let go, so the other party could only listen.

Everyone in the club stared at him in a daze.

Especially Mukosh Abani, if it weren't for not being able to beat the opponent, he would have pounced on him and fought against Xu Chuan.
To be continued...