If it wasn't for the fact that Tobin Foster, who had been wanted for nearly 20 years and had sold too much confidential information, C1A might have really given some face to General Ross, who had always been known for his toughness.
In order to prevent any unexpected events from happening, a six-man combat team from C1A escorted Tobin out of the Foreign Affairs Office and headed to John Johannesburg's special safe house.
Ross, who had received the call, was so angry that he threw the microphone in his hand. After cursing a few times, he stared at his trusted assistant and asked, "How long until Bronski arrives at John Johannesburg?"
The assistant hurriedly looked at his watch. "They'll arrive at the airport in about 30 minutes."
After saying that, he carefully reminded, "Sir, we don't have the right to act in Africa. I'm worried that Bronski's team might not even be able to leave the airport."
Hearing this, Ross smiled. "Don't worry, I've already used my connections. Bronski will be authorized as soon as he gets off the plane.
On the other hand, a department like C1A won't be recognized by the South Africans. Tell Bronski not to be afraid of snatching people from C1A, and don't be afraid of conflict.
What I'm worried about now is whether we can keep up with C1A's people and car escorting Tobin Foster. "
"That's definitely not a problem, sir." The assistant smiled confidently. "Although the military officer in the Foreign Affairs Office doesn't dare to cross C1A and directly detain Tobin Foster, he's been guarding the airport.
However, he had already sent someone to keep watch outside the Foreign Affairs Office. As soon as Tobin's car left, it was spotted by the satellite in the sky. "
Ross nodded and looked at the image on the big screen in the command center. He then smiled and said, "Very good."
The convoy escorting Tobin circled several blocks in John Johannesburg. After making sure that no one was following them, they drove to the safe house.
With this delay, Bronski and his seven-man team had already landed at the airport.
After signing a document, they boarded a Black Hawk helicopter and chased after the convoy.
In John Johannesburg's safe house, Colin, who had been carefree for a whole year, looked at the convoy that appeared on the surveillance screen speechlessly.
He originally thought that John would not have any sudden missions in a place like Johannesburg. Therefore, what was a tough job in the eyes of other C1A rookies was a rare place to hide and relax in the eyes of Colin, who did not lack money.
Unfortunately, the more one didn't want to work or get promoted, the more things tended to lean on him.
Watching the person in the surveillance screen press the doorbell and say the password to enter the safe house, Colin had to pick up the phone and call the headquarters. After confirming the password, he opened the elevator door in the underground parking lot.
When he saw in the interrogation room that the person who was brought in was Tobin Foster, C1A's most wanted criminal, he couldn't help but think that things were going to be troublesome.
Sure enough, less than five minutes into the interrogation, the power in the safe house was suddenly cut off. After connecting to the backup power, all the surveillance screens began to show static.
"Invasion! We've been invaded!"
Hearing Colin's warning, the combat team leader immediately shouted to his team members, "Prepare for battle, prepare for battle!"
The White Spirit in the Kun fighter changed her equipment while she stood on the rooftop and complained to Sunday. "Didn't you say that we only need half an hour to fly back to London?
Then why the f * ck did it take more than two hours to go back and forth?
Or else, I would have been able to take care of these pieces of trash while they were escorting Tobin. "
"Sorry, when we returned to England, Mr. Devonshire had just woken up. I spent some time reporting the situation to him, and I also spent some time interrogating Eric, the traitor, so …"
"So?" The White Spirit put the two titanium sabers back into the sheaths on her back and pursed her lips. "So, I wasn't wrong when I said that you're a lackey in the artificial intelligence world.
You wagged your tail and begged for mercy to your master, but when it came to me, who was fighting at the frontlines and needed your full support, you kept coming up with all sorts of excuses. "
Unfortunately, the White Spirit's words meant nothing to Sunday, so he just followed William's orders and spoke to the White Spirit.
"We have people in the safe house. Do you need me to remind him to cooperate with you?"
"What?"
The White Spirit was using her smart glasses to look at the situation in the safe house sent back by the spider robot. When she heard Sunday's words, she was so shocked that she couldn't be any more shocked.
Her voice quivered a little as she asked, "Are you joking with me? Or is it that the Devonshire family's influence is so great that they can place their forces in C1A as they please?
If that's really the case, why do you need me here? "
She waited for a few seconds, but Sunday did not reply. Instead, she heard the sound of a helicopter's propeller coming from the Kun fighter's loudspeaker.
"Damn it, someone's here to steal my business again."
Right when she finished speaking, she saw the Black Hawk helicopter circling around the five-story building through the invisible glass window of the fighter before it slowly stopped eight meters above the ground.
The cabin opened, and two rapid descent ropes were tossed out of the helicopter. Then, eight fully armed soldiers quickly descended to the rooftop.
But unfortunately for them, the landing point of the soldiers was only six meters away from the invisible Kun fighter.
The White Spirit's lips twitched. She picked up a white helmet and put it on. Once the helicopter rose into the air, she brought out four darts from her back and said to Sunday,
"Open the door."
Two old American soldiers had long spears in their hands and were half-kneeling on the rooftop. They were on guard against the invisible Kun fighter. When they saw the door suddenly open, their pupils shrank.
While they were stunned, two darts shot through their helmets and into their heads. Before they could say anything, they fell to the ground.
When the thuds reached the other soldiers' ears and they turned their heads around, they saw a saber glare.
The necks of two soldiers who had been drawn close to the White Spirit were cut off.
"Enemy attack!"
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud! The remaining soldiers pulled the triggers at the White Spirit.
Unfortunately, before they opened fire, the White Spirit threw out the two darts in her left hand and brought out her remaining katana.
She swung the two titanium blades with both hands and blocked most of the bullets. Then, she rolled to the side twice, and the two katanas in her hands turned into throwing knives that pierced through the two soldiers who were firing at her.
She stood up and patted the deformed bullets on her ninja uniform. Clinking sounds rang out, and the White Spirit looked at the person who had been hit by her darts but had not died.
But even though he managed to dodge them, the darts that had been aimed at his head still left behind a bloody gash on his scalp. By the looks of it, he even had a concussion.
Once Bronski got up from the ground, he placed his hands on the ground and knelt down. He shook his head a few times to clear his head, and it was only then that he remembered his mission and the sudden ambush.
He was incredibly experienced, and he soon understood his situation.
Forget about his current condition, even if he was at the peak of his condition, he would have to run after a few rounds against this sort of bulletproof melee fighter.
Even if he did not run, he would have to widen the distance between them before he could win.
But at that moment, aside from running, Bronski could not think of a reason to continue fighting.
He looked up and cast a glance at the White Spirit. While the White Spirit put away her katana, Bronski brought out two grenades without hesitation, pulled out the safety pins, and rushed out of the balcony to throw them to the ground.
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