my beauty world

Ronan kicked away the body of the CIA sniper and set up the sniper rifle!

Although never used, Private's firearms proficiency was good enough for him to use the gun initially.

Just as the helicopter stopped shooting, Judy suddenly had a bad premonition. Her long-term training intuition made her subconsciously want to raise the height of the plane.

Ronan braved the hail of bullets and rushed over for this large-caliber sniper rifle!

From the machete's memory information, it can be determined that tonight was a trap carefully laid by the CIA to kill him.

Ronan can rescue Demona at great risk because Demona helped him.

That doesn't mean he wants to die!

The helicopter directly above the street was a huge target. Ronan took aim, pulled the trigger, pulled the bolt to load, and fired a second round!

The large-caliber and powerful sniper rifle bullets pierced through the glass of the helicopter with a bang, destroyed an unknown number of electronic devices, and flew out from the other side in a different direction.

Just as the helicopter was about to lose control, the second bullet shot through the driver's seat glass, passed through Judy's chest, and shattered the seat behind him. Judy died without making a sound.

Ronan moved his gun and was about to hit the second helicopter, but found that the magazine of the sniper rifle was empty.

Five-round magazine for this gun.

Just as Ronan was looking for a magazine replacement, the helicopter that Judy was driving completely lost control and fell to the ground while spinning.

From another helicopter high in the rear, Matt Grave yelled into the radio: "Judy! Judy..."

There was no reply.

Then, Matt Grave shouted: "Monroe! Monroe!" and called the observer: "John! John!"

Also no reply.

Matt Grave continued to shout: "Andre! Andre? Scimitar! Scimitar..."

The five elite subordinates, all of whom are private soldiers with the lowest strength, did not reply.

"How is it possible? How is it possible?"

Mentally as strong as Matt Grave, he also lost his mind for a moment. There is only one possibility for everything: all five elite subordinates died in the line of duty!

The well-arranged traps have become the hunting grounds for the targets to hunt them down?

Who is that Ronan?

Matt Grave's right hand shakes, turning off the radio.

At this moment, the driver from the Tijuana police turned around, accelerated to the maximum speed, and fled wildly into the distance.

He didn't want to fall down and die without a whole body.

Matt Grave didn't speak this time, allowing the pilot to flee the plane.

Perhaps, this is the truest thought in his heart.

When the task cannot be completed, save your life first.

boom--

There was a gunshot from the rear, and the helicopter vibrated for a while, but still flew smoothly.

Bang bang bang!

Ronan fired four more shots, but the second helicopter flew high and far away.

He, an unprofessional sniper, emptied a magazine and did not shoot down the plane.

After turning on the spirit vision and harvesting the soul fragments, Ronan threw away the sniper rifle and ran away without any hesitation.

+5 for two soul shards, and nothing else.

Out of the church, while running, continue to harvest soul fragments, where the helicopter crashed, there is a red light flying, and soul fragments +5 again.

At the same time, there is also a piece of information about the CIA's stronghold in Tijuana and its leader Matt Grave, and some of it is related to the laptop. It seems that the laptop stores a small amount of confidential information collected by Latin American CIA personnel.

Taking off his blood-stained coat and throwing it away, Ronan didn't care about continuing to harvest, turned off his spirit vision, turned to another road, drove into a car from the Jose gang, and rushed towards the sea.

The scene was cleared early tonight, the Tijuana police played dead, and the streets were exceptionally clear.

Ronan escaped from Custom Street without encountering any obstacles.

Chapter 38 Take the initiative

In a vacation house on a small pier by the sea, Demona put the cash, documents, mobile phone and weapons that she had prepared long ago into the bag on her back, rummaged for a few keys, looked at her watch, wanted to make a call but held back .

It's not far from Custom Street, and the dense gunfire over there can be faintly heard.

Ronan attracts the helicopter and lets her escape.

Facing helicopters and snipers, what are the chances of Ronan surviving?

Demona didn't know, but she was willing to wait, at least until there was light in the sky.

dong dong dong-

There was a knock on the door, and Demona took out her pistol, hid behind the wall by the door, and lowered her voice: "Who?"

A familiar voice came in: "Me!"

Demona opened the door and saw that Ronan was fine, she was relieved, and said in a nutshell: "It's fine, come with me!"

Panting heavily, Ronan took a bottle of water, unscrewed it, took a sip, and said, "Go first, and help me leave a way out."

"What are you going to do?" Demona asked.

Ronan drank a few more sips of water: "Solve the trouble!"

From the two pieces of information obtained from the soul fragments, it is not difficult to analyze that the man named Matt Grave is the person in charge of the CIA in Tijuana and even the entire US-Mexico border. , and new pursuits will come soon.

Matt Grave set a trap and wanted to kill him. Now that he has the chance, of course he will fight back!

Instead of being beaten passively, it is better to take the initiative to pull out this fang first!

The CIA lost its most important leader here, and it can also buy some time for escaping from Mexico.

Ronan didn't have time to say more, so he asked directly: "Have you got a weapon?"

Demona lifted a piece of tarpaulin to reveal the box inside, Ronan opened it, only a pistol and a dagger were in the box, found a dagger and buckled it on his belt, and took two Glocks, carrying as many magazines as possible .

Next, go to the building to fight.

Ronan nodded: "Okay."

"I contacted the boat. It's just outside the sea. There's a speedboat at the pier. I'll leave one for you." Demona pointed to the pier first, then took off the electronic watch and put it on Ronan's left wrist: "You If you can go back here and sail directly to the open sea, I have contacted a ship and will wait for you until dawn."

Ronan tidied up: "Six o'clock, if I don't arrive, you go."

Demona nodded: "Okay, six o'clock!"

Ronan went out, drove the car that came up, and drove north along the coastal road.

Demona put her bag on her back and went out, watched the car disappear into the night, turned around and walked towards the pier, got on the speedboat and started, leaving the coast of Tijuana.

…………

In the northwestern business district of Tijuana, near the Pacific Ocean, there is a three-story building with the nameplate of Winter Trading Company.

It was past two o'clock in the morning, the building was brightly lit, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Although there is strict discipline, the news of the failure of the operation still spreads internally.

When Matt Grave entered the small building, all discussions stopped immediately.

In the small building, except for a small number of security personnel, most of them are civilian and technical personnel.

They couldn't help but secretly looked at Matt Grave. The five operatives who followed him did not come back.

All died?

Matt Grave went up to the second floor and came to the big office, which was empty.

On the desk, the report written by Judy and waiting for his review was placed.

This is a report that put Ronan on the terrorist list, which was originally thought to be useless.

Therefore, there is no report for the time being.

Matt sits in a chair, on a nearby desk where Judy's laptop sits.

After the meeting before, they set off without much tidying up. When they left, Monroe and Judy were still discussing where to eat supper after the operation.

After getting up and closing the office door, Matt sat back in his chair and called Church.

"It was me, the operation failed. Scimitar, Monroe, Judy, John and Andre all died." Matt did not shirk his responsibility: "It is my responsibility, I seriously underestimated the target's strength!"

Without waiting for Church to answer, Matt said again: "Tomorrow morning, I will go to Langley with a report on Ronan, explain a series of issues, and I will take all responsibilities."

Church said: "I'm going back to Langley now." This is his old partner: "Your plan is fine, it's just an accident..."

Outside the wall of the small building, a car turned off its lights far away and drove over quietly.

The car was parked next to the wall. Ronan put on a hood, and easily climbed up to the top of the wall with the help of the car roof. After observing for a while, he jumped off the wall and walked towards the back door of the small building.

It's very quiet here, and no one can be seen.

The back door was locked tightly, Ronan unlocked it without much effort, and walked into the building.

Drip—drip—

The alarm sounded suddenly, and then there was a shout from inside the building: "There is an intruder! There is an intruder at the back door!"

Ronan was not surprised to be discovered, after all, this is the CIA's secret stronghold.

There were footsteps running towards this side, Ronan took out his pistol and hid in the corner.

Four men in security uniforms with pistols appeared.

Ronan hid in the dark and fired without hesitation. With the sound of gunshots, the four people had no time to react, and all of them were shot in the head.

"Go get the heavy firepower!" someone shouted.

Ronan stepped out, faster and more responsive than anyone else, and the hot bullets from the Glock pistol knocked down everyone who held the weapon.

The small building is not big, Luo Nan entered the hall, there are many civil servants here.

Ronan pointed his gun at them: "Put down your weapons and get out!"

Some people dropped their guns, some raised their hands, and hurried towards the gate.

Some people did not give up and quietly raised their guns.

With a twist of Ronan's hand, two shots exploded his head!

Blood and brains cleared the minds of these men.

Someone quietly opened the side rear door, Ronan drew a gun in his left hand, and shot through the wooden door with a bang, piercing the man's chest.

The man fell to the ground, and the gun fell out through the gap in the door.

"Get lost!" Ronan said, "I count to three!"

"One! Two..."

One by one the guns were thrown out, and the remaining ten people ran out frantically.

The wooden door next to it opened, and someone came out with their hands raised.

Ronan pointed a gun at him: "Matt Grave!"

The man didn't answer, he took a step into a dead corner to avoid the monitoring, stretched out one finger and pointed upwards, and then showed two more fingers.

Ronan understood: "Get lost!"

These are ordinary employees, usually discussing actions and talking and laughing happily, but when it comes to life and death decisions, most of them still choose to live.

As for the head upstairs...

How much is the salary for the first year, and how much are they paid for a year?

Those who are truly capable of action have been sent out tonight, and most of the rest are engaged in clerical or technical jobs.

Several security personnel died before they fired a shot.

Holding the gun in both hands, Ronan ran up the stairs to the second floor, changing directions repeatedly as he went.

There was no expected attack, and there seemed to be few people on the second floor.