Chapter 23: The Dove Occupies the Magpie's Nest

  When the remaining wolves arrived in Yangon, Wild Boar had been waiting for a long time with a group of people.

  "Alright, Wolf said that after picking you up, we'll head to Hanoi together and set sail from there. The equipment is all ready, let's get going." Wild Boar said as he opened the car door.

  "What a hassle? We should have gone straight to Hanoi." Daozi said while picking his teeth.

  "It can't be helped, according to the intel from Touch Hand, Hanoi seems to have many foreign spies. I heard that a big shot has some important information on him. If you guys fly over directly, you'll probably become transparent people within an hour." In the train car, Wild Boar continued to explain the doubts of the three, "Our mission target this time is not that big shot, it's just a coincidence. Wolf Head's task data is still being updated, and we'll have to wait until we get to Hanoi to discuss specific actions."

  All the way, three old jeeps carrying the remnants of VX team drove towards Hanoi. Although they were heading to Hanoi City, the remnants would not be foolish enough to drive directly through the city center. The three jeeps almost circled around the edge of Hanoi City and arrived at a deserted beach.

  The wild boar extinguished the jeep, pulled out a lifeboat from the carriage, and the orange color was very conspicuous in the dark night. The other two cars followed suit, also pulling out their own lifeboats. After opening the quick-charging gas bottle, everyone threw the three lifeboats into the sea. In the dark night, the crew members on each boat moved consistently to row the small boats towards the open sea.

  The lone wolf adjusted the direction of everyone with the locator in his hand, and after sailing for about two miles, the red light on the locator began to flash rapidly. The lone wolf gave an order to stop everyone.

  The calm sea surface slowly rolled over, and before long, a watchtower rose up from the water. It was actually a submarine!

  Excitedly looking at the massive object in front of them, Team VX quickly installed a metal sensor bomb on each of their small boats and then swiftly climbed aboard the submarine.

  Along the hatch of the conning tower, the curious brothers had just entered the interior of the submarine and saw a wolf head with a wicked smile.

  "The cubs aren't slow, OK! Don't look around, follow me to the rest area first, I'll explain this mission." After finishing speaking, Wolf Head led everyone through the narrow passageway and ignored by the crew walked into the rest area.

  "Boss, why do we have to go through so much trouble driving from Yangon to Hanoi? My old arms and legs are all worn out." Daozi still couldn't forget the farting incident of this pants-dropping guy.

  "Have you been with Chicken Eye for too long and become stupid? There should be many eyes following you on this road, but knowing that you are rushing to Hanoi, everyone will not be surprised. Due to the high confidentiality requirements of this task, I had to use such a simple trick to make others think that you are also going for so-called important information." Just as Wolf Head finished speaking, Knife reacted.

  "Damn it! Headline! Is this news another one of your leaks?"

  Ignoring the strange gaze of the dagger, Lang Tou'er handed out the task briefings and began to explain.

  "This time, your target is a tropical island in the Pacific Ocean, with an area of two square kilometers. On this island, there is a research center built by a wealthy businessman. Your mission is to obtain the core data of the research. The confidentiality of this island is very high, and only the researchers on the island know its existence except for that wealthy businessman. However, 'Wolf Head' said here looking at everyone, 'However, that wealthy Mr. is now busy in Hanoi, as long as you succeed, this small island will be our another base.'"

  What Lang said was very tempting, it's a small island after all...

  Appearing to be satisfied with everyone's greedy gaze, Lang Tou'er flipped through the documents in his hand and continued, "We have people in Hanoi who will try their best to stall that rich man for you. Once it is confirmed that you are successful, that rich man will no longer be of any value."

  "Why don't we just kill that rich guy and then we won't have to rush?" Ji Yan asked, gnawing on a big, prickly cucumber.

  "I'm afraid that once the rich man dies, the guards on the island will receive the news and do something unpleasant?" The crippled wolf, who had been wiping his gun, took over.

  Wolf Head glanced at the little guy who was fiddling with the P210 in his hand and said, "Not bad", but it's unclear whether he was referring to the person or the gun.

  It's been a week since the VX squad has been on the submarine. Even the most patient of them, Knife and Accurist, have shown signs of irritability, not because of anything else, but because the environment on the submarine is too oppressive. In a small space of less than 20 square meters, 12 half-grown children live together, not allowed to speak loudly, not allowed to eat things with strong smells, not allowed to walk back and forth, and even, due to water scarcity, taking a bath has become a luxury. These rules that are normal for submarine soldiers are a kind of torture for people like Lang Wu.

  After disassembling and reassembling his sidearm for the 346th time, Can Lang felt a bit irritated and picked up an orange from the table, biting into it with skin and pulp. The sour taste instantly filled his entire mouth, and his spirit was also refreshed. He ate the whole orange in three or two bites, then stood up and tried to pull the cabin door, which was still locked as usual. Unless someone outside opened the lock, no one inside could get out.

  It's been 7 days since Lang Tou'er left, and if I didn't only have a handgun in my hand, the remaining wolves would have had the urge to blast open the cabin door with a piece of Soviet red rubber mud.

  That night, everyone finally felt that the submarine seemed to be slowly rising to the surface. Finally, under the expectant gaze of a group of people, the first mate opened the cage of this group of beasts.

  According to their combat functions, everyone grabbed their own equipment and quickly climbed up the observation deck, arriving at the submarine's platform, where sailors had already prepared a large black lifeboat for them.

  After everyone got into the small boat, the submarine did not leave but dived deep and waited for them to finish their mission.

  After paddling to the shore and deflating the lifeboat, Lang looked at his watch and confirmed that there were still six hours before a reconnaissance satellite would pass over this sea area. He cautiously waved his hand, and everyone skillfully formed a double arrow tactical formation and approached the target area.

  Not far into the jungle, the monkey walking in front suddenly stopped and slowly raised its right fist to squat down. The voice of the monkey came from the earpiece, "Pliers, I stepped on dog shit, come and help me down."

  The pincers quickly approached the monkey, and seeing his tense expression, the monkey patted him on the shoulder without saying anything.

  He drew out his M9 bayonet, and slowly began to probe the rotting vegetation layer near the monkey's right foot. Soon, a rough shape was explored out by him.

  After confirming that there was only one landmine, the pliers obviously let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it wasn't a cluster bomb, otherwise the monkey would have had to stay here today.

  After handing the rifle on his back to the madman beside him, the pliers began to slowly dig on one side of the landmine. In less than five minutes, a military green circular killing mine was exposed at an angle.

  Pliers didn't continue digging, he cautiously looked around and quickly pulled out a modified device from his bag. This small thing had a steel plate in the shape of a human palm, Pliers let others retreat to a safe distance, then slowly inserted the steel plate into the vegetation layer between the monkey's paw and the killing thunder. It seemed slow, but actually only took about a minute to complete.

  The weight of the monkey was then asked, and the pliers began to insert another steel plate connected to the steel plate into the bottom of the killing thunder, and finally tightened the bolts between the two steel plates according to the weight of the monkey.

  Five minutes later, the monkey and pliers returned to the team, covered in sweat. "Monkey, I've got some good news," said the pliers, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

  "Well, you said so." The monkey who survived the disaster asked gratefully.

  "Heh heh, this is the first time I've used this device, thanks for being my guinea pig." Just as Pliers finished speaking, the water in Monkey's mouth sprayed onto Crazy's face.

  "Alright, party's over, now keep radio silence! Form a single file and move forward, scouts take the lead, go!" Seeing the monkeys were about to freak out, the Lone Wolf hastily gave the order to continue advancing.

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