Chapter 310 Omega Team

Wuni Opera House, parking lot, Ferrari's window glass reflects the waves hitting the granite base in the distance. The entire city is shattered on the water by the water waves, and the waves of the city lights rush to the shore layer by layer. , as if the world in the reflection was impacting reality, and finally shattered into bright spots in the white foam on the shore.

The parking lot was dark and silent, without any sound. Cars were dormant in the parking spaces like hibernating beasts, their sniffles hidden under the sound of the waves. At this time, three sharp lights were like icebreakers breaking through the black ice. There were three pale scars on his face.

They were three Toyota large-capacity Alpha tool trucks, all pitch black like thornless porcupines, quietly hidden in the protection of the night. They were not completely exposed until they started their engines and turned on their headlights.

Amidst the sound of mechanical friction, the rear hoods of the three Alphas were opened. The first thing to stick out of the car was a muscular arm that could not be concealed by a combat uniform. It held a huge weapon in its hand. It is a silver-gray Remington 700 CP pistol. Others do not need to elaborate on the caliber and range of this gun. You only need to look at the detachable bracket under the gun body to understand its violent power. It is more powerful than a pistol. Like a hand-held lightweight sniper rifle, it can kill a brown bear or bison with one shot from 800 meters away.

The arm holding the Remington pistol was extremely strong, and he controlled the monster with one hand. He gently pulled the chamber with his left hand, and the bullet that entered the chamber bounced out of the chamber. The man holding the gun did not pick it up and bent. He jumped out of the car and walked forward without looking back.

The ejected bullet jumped over his shoulder and was immediately caught by the thugs wearing black hoods who came out from behind. They loaded the bullet into the magazine, shot it into the pistol and loaded it. Then they took off the magazine and repeated the first man's process. Move and let the next person catch the bullet.

Giving the first bullet to your companions is the term "lucky bullet" in the mercenary world. The first bullet fired in a war often represents a human life. Everyone puts this "lucky bullet" in the barrel of their gun. After winning once, there is a saying in the tourist attractions that the Buddha statue is blessed with a lotus paste, but it also represents their subsequent killing and determination to win.

Black crowds poured out of Alpha in large numbers. They were all wearing thick body armor and black hoods that only exposed their eyes, mouth and nose. Everyone was so burly that it was shocking. Carrying a gun on their back could hold a prisoner in this country. With a large-caliber automatic rifle pierced through the base, he walked like a bear towards the huge 'volute' building outside the parking lot.

"Team A1, B2, C3, the employer has issued an action instruction, code: Dragonborn, please take the necessary items and leave the destination safely with the employer, over." The same voice sounded in the earphones of each thug. It is a temporary command tower built in Alpha. If you enter one of the cars, you can see the screens hanging on the walls of the car, all of which are real-time surveillance videos, with the year, month and date jumping in the lower left corner.

The three teams rushed in silently and efficiently from the front of the opera house. All the cameras along the road lowered their heads. A ten-minute video was repeated endlessly on the screen in the control room of the opera house. The security guard was lying on a chair playing with his mobile phone. He glanced at it from time to time and yawned.

The two security guards in front of the gate were the first to discover these three teams. They were immediately shocked by the murderous aura. They pressed one hand on the stun gun on their waist, stretched out their right hand and shouted: Said: "Which unit do you belong to? The theater is full of VIPs and you are not allowed to come."

Before he finished speaking, the leading thug who walked straight up raised the Remington pistol in his hand and fired two bursts. The sound of the gunfire suppressed the sound of the waves crashing on the stone steps and knocked away the two security guards. His skull was stuck on the glass door. The gunman who fired the gun didn’t even shake his hands, but he pushed open the glass door step by step and walked towards the opera house.

Omega Hybrid Squad.

This is the name of this team. No one knows their origins. If you want to find their website, you can only log in through a member. And if you want to register as a member, you need to have a complete commissioning experience. This leads to a dilemma. It happens that if you want to register as a member, he needs you to entrust a task. If you want to entrust the task, he will ask you to register as a member first. It is very confusing, but it still cannot stop the real high-end users from pursuing and admiring this team.

All members of the Omega Mixed Race Team are made up of mixed races from all over the world. There is no limit on nationality, gender, or age. No one knows the true identity of any of the members, and you don’t need to ask about it, because it turns out that often At the end of the inquiry, a size 45 shoe will kick down your door and throw a destructive grenade inlaid with steel balls in front of you.

One of the reasons why this team is famous is the efficiency of their missions. It is difficult for a terrorist team composed of all mixed races to maintain a mission completion rate of over 90%. The second is that they have extremely high infiltration capabilities and can freely enter and exit any country in the world that has strict gun control and complete security.

They were responsible for last year's riots in Singapore. It is said that they were used as pawns in national competition. In just three days, the whole of Singapore was thrown into chaos. They were successfully evacuated afterwards. They are a world-class mercenary organization. Money can do anything, from robbing the Pentagon to robbing a charity gala in an obscure opera house.

From planning, to checking out the locations, to executing, this team spent three days, detailing the robbery plan into the blueprint of the entire opera house. Every member knows it by heart and can draw the layout for you behind their backs. , everyone is like a nail in the machine. Once the engine is started, they will perform their duties without any extra hands and feet.

The three teams poured in at the entrances of A, B, and C. As they trotted along the passage, they could only hear the sound of guns rubbing against their bodies. Anyone who appeared on the road would have a large-caliber bullet pierce through their chest. bullets, there is no process of begging for mercy or the option of surrender. If you are run over by this group of people, you can only be eliminated.

"Team A is in place."

"Team B is in position."

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The first two groups arrived at the entrance to the infield of the Opera House, and the voices of people bidding could be faintly heard from the door behind the curtain. The third group had not yet reported that they were in place. The two groups A and B waited silently for possible results on the other side. The encounter ended.

"Group C is in place." Ten seconds later, a voice sounded in the headset, "We encountered two hybrids and have dealt with them. The information is true. There are probably more than double-digit bloodline owners in the infield."

When the headset sounded and Team C was in place, the three teams simultaneously installed the plastic bombs. The team members retreated to the edge of the corridor and squatted down. The leader of the team opened his cuffs and looked at the watch, and pressed the detonation button when the second hand coincided with 12 o'clock. button.

"action!"

Less than three seconds after the smoke and fire erupted, all the thugs put on gas masks and rushed into the infield in an orderly manner. The leader of the group opened fire, and the eardrum-shattering gunfire tore through the entire opera house.

The trader on the stage subconsciously fell to the ground, and a bullet just flew over his head and hit the backstage. The bullet was originally aimed at his head. There is nothing like the image of a person's head that attracts so much attention. It's even more shocking when it explodes like a watermelon.

Not a single shot hit the trader's head, and the captain of Team A was not discouraged. He blew on the Remington's gun and walked towards the aisle. Beside him, the team members rushed through countless aisles and put the packages in A white sticky object with a dancing countdown cursor is installed under the seat on the aisle side.

Noisy gunfire rang out, it was the bodyguards rushing out from the shadows, but before they could rush to the thugs in the aisle, several gunshots rang out at the same time. It was the bodyguards standing in the opera house. The man who entered the high place fired his gun. When the bodyguards thought they were hiding in the darkness, the bullets accurately and accurately locked their heads, taking away several lives in an instant!

The wind demons flying in the air at unknown times screamed, bringing all the information back to the mind of the captain holding a Remington. His eyes were golden under the black hood, and Kamaitachi's domain enveloped the entire venue.

"Captain, something unexpected happened at the scene." A team member reported on the wireless headset, "Many people fainted. It doesn't look like they were knocked unconscious by the sound wave."

"The alert has been raised to level two. Control the scene and find the employer quickly. The employer will determine the necessary items and then take them away and evacuate. We still have about five and a half minutes." The captain checked the mechanical watch. Their action time was accurate. When the second is reached, once the time is up, regardless of whether the task is completed or not, it will be evacuated immediately.

The Kamaita flew across the venue, scanning every blind spot. The member of the team who spoke like a snake shared the 3D blueprint drawn by the wind demon in the captain's mind with everyone.

All pulsating red dots were clearly marked. Any red dot moving faster than 2m would be fired upon by dozens of automatic rifles per second. The entire opera house was engulfed by their group of aliens in less than a minute. Under the control of the author!

In the aisles, dozens of thugs stood in the best control positions, with guns pointed at every area of ​​the opera house. The VIP room on the second floor was immediately controlled by Group C. Every young mixed-race person They all stared with stiff faces as the black muzzle of the gun pointed at them. Any word spirit or countermeasures were all knocked to the ground by the finger on the trigger and the sharp swing of the gun butt.

This attack was too sudden. No one could have expected such a thing to happen. At this moment, the authority of the organizer seemed to have been stepped on and severely rubbed on the ground.

Of course, many people subconsciously looked at one location.

The No. 66 buyer's seat.

Of course they couldn't forget that there was a super hybrid on the scene! But when they looked over, they discovered that the boy actually threw away the bidding card and raised his hands high. He even surrendered a minute faster than them. He raised his hands and surrendered before the butt of the gun was raised. He didn't even raise the gun. The thugs were stunned for a moment but did not hit him.

What a wise man!

Everyone in the VIP room on the second floor had an expression of disbelief on their faces as the thugs pointed their guns at them and lay on the ground. Mai Shutoku in the VIP room on the 3rd floor also stared blankly at the man who put away the gun at the moment of the explosion. The boy with golden eyes pretended to be good. When the thugs broke into the room, she had no time to release Mingzhao, so she subconsciously hid the Budou Yuhun. At the same time, she also raised her hands.

"Long legs, long legs! What are you doing!" Potato Chip Girl was shocked.

"." Mai Shutoku didn't say anything. She thought to herself, I don't know what I'm doing. How about you ask the little monster downstairs who has brighter eyes than the next generation? What is he doing?

Chu Zihang and Wan Boqian next to Lin Nian also looked like they were seeing a ghost that I didn't believe. At the moment of the explosion, Chu Zihang pulled out his gun from his waist belt. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of Lin Nian standing aside with his hands raised, so he quickly inserted the gun back in and followed suit with his hands raised expressionlessly. But there was still a sense of confusion in those cold eyes.

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