Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

Dolan Pier, Langley's largest harbor terminal.

Because of its location and the fact that the CIA, the largest official intelligence agency in Berry Country, is located nearby, it seems a bit lively during the day, but extremely deserted at night.

Stacked containers were densely scattered on the ground near the dock. Several giant cargo ships were quietly docked at the port dock in the cold wind.

The dock watcher responsible for daily patrols did not pay much attention to these cargo ships that had formal approval procedures. After glancing at the stevedores who were constantly lifting cargo, he held up his flashlight and planned to patrol other places.

As soon as he turned around, before walking too far, the watchman noticed someone coming from a distance.

He held up a flashlight and saw a group of people wearing smart black clothes and uniform dark vests, looking like they were coming to cause trouble, walking towards him.

The wardens who have been working for so many years have never encountered such a situation. Because this terminal is located in Langley, the headquarters of the CIA, and there is a major international transportation port only a hundred miles away, it is mostly used as a container transfer store on weekdays. point.

It is still quite popular during the day, but usually not even a cat is seen at night. Even the scene of moving goods that the watchman just saw was actually a relatively rare scene.

Even those who commit crimes and want to use port shipping to do some illegal business will not be bold enough to do these things on the CIA's headquarters.

Therefore, looking at the menacing group of people coming from far and near, the watchman immediately tried his best to stay calm while picking up the walkie-talkie with trembling hands, wanting to inform him of the unexpected situation he encountered and patrolling with him. Now they are scattered in different locations. members of the same group.

But he didn't expect that when he turned on the intercom, there was silence on the other side. No matter how he called, there was no response from the other side.

The guard was even more nervous now. The spring morning should have been cool, but beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his face unconsciously.

Seeing this group of people approaching, the guard finally plucked up the courage and took the lead in asking:

"Who are you and what are you doing here at this time?"

"CIA, on a secret mission."

A chocolate-colored hand held up an ID card and held it in front of the guard's eyes. The guard first looked at the ID card, and then at the blond and dark-skinned man holding the ID card with an upright look on his face, noticing what they were doing. When everyone was wearing CIA uniforms and vests, they immediately believed what the blond and dark-skinned man said.

The trembling hands suddenly regained their composure. While the guard calmed down, he also ignored the fact that the intercom had no response.

He immediately said that he would keep it a secret and said that if there was anything he needed to do, please feel free to ask. Then when the blond and dark-skinned man asked, he pointed to one of the ships docked at the dock, where stevedores were constantly moving. Cargo giant freighter:

"That cargo ship will set sail at 5:46 and is the earliest ship to leave the port today.

The departure times of several other cargo ships are in the afternoon. "

Hearing this, the leading blond man with dark skin did not change his expression, but the people behind him all focused on the ship pointed by the watchman.

Having obtained useful information, Toru Amuro stopped chatting with the watchman and sent him away on the grounds that the CIA wanted to search the freighter.

On the top of a container not far from the freighter, Zhu Fu Jingguang skillfully set up his sniper rifle while quietly waiting for the latest command from the headset.

Under the bone-chilling water, a dozen good snorkelers in black swimsuits were carefully installing waterproof bombs in their backpacks at designated locations.

After they completed the installation task, Toru Amuro and others also received the news from the headsets.

At this moment, Toru Amuro is continuing to maintain his identity as a CIA agent, negotiating with the person in charge on the freighter at his feet on the grounds that a terrorist attack occurred at the headquarters building and the suspects involved were confirmed to have fled here. They need to board the ship for search. .

The person in charge successively argued that they had no knowledge, produced relevant documents to show their formality and legality, and also revealed their backers.

But Toru Amuro's words are sharp, his expression is arrogant and aggressive, and he perfectly grasps the aloof and arrogant attitude of the CIA, the top official intelligence agency.

What's more, when the person in charge said that he had the backing, he showed an extremely contemptuous look, which brought the person in charge's implicit refusal to a new height of shaky political stance and confrontation with the country. The person in charge's face instantly became incomparable. Ugly.

In the end, the person in charge calmly agreed to Amuro Toru's search request.

And when he heard Toru Amuro turning around to arrange a search plan for his subordinates behind him, dividing the team of no more than twenty people into four groups, a dark light flashed in the eyes of the person in charge.

The grouping went very smoothly, and the person in charge became very cooperative after agreeing to the search of the freighter by Toru Amuro and others.

As if wanting to change their impression in the eyes of the CIA and erase some of the previous unpleasantness, the person in charge quickly summoned three employees who looked like stewards of the freighter and asked them to lead a team to conduct searches in different directions. .

As for the person in charge, he diligently said that he would personally lead the way for Toru Amuro, the CIA chief.

Toru Amuro did not refuse. He looked at the person in charge who was leading the way, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

In the bottom of the freighter, an SS-class decoding device that looks like any other desktop computer is sitting quietly in a heavily protected wooden box.

Around it, there are countless identical wooden boxes.

"There was a terrorist attack at the CIA headquarters. A team of CIA came here chasing the criminals of the attack. They are now searching the freighter we are on."

"Why did you search here directly first?"

"It is said that we learned from the watchman that the ship we are on will be the first to leave the port, so we will check here first, and then check other cargo ships."

"Confirmed to be from the CIA?"

"It should be true that the Langley Building, the CIA headquarters, did suffer a terrorist attack just now."

In the dark bottom warehouse, a black-haired man dressed as a loader was talking to his companion on the phone.

After confirming that the person who came was the CIA, and that they were here to search for criminals, the man immediately felt relieved. After a few brief exchanges, he hung up the phone and put his cell phone in his pocket.

However, he didn't notice that after he ended the call, the full communication signal on his mobile phone turned into a cross.

At an abandoned lighthouse about 1,500 yards away from the freighter, Yahya, also dressed in black and holding a sniper rifle, silently watched everything he saw through the sniper scope.

He came here following the traces of the black organization. To be more specific, he followed the members of the black organization from near Langley Building.

Moreover, they did not follow because of an unexpected discovery, but when Cohen carried a personal rocket launcher on his shoulder and fired it at the Langley Building, Yahya and Akai Shuichi had already appeared near the Langley Building.

As for the reason for watching the attack on the CIA with cold eyes, firstly, the target of the attack was the CIA, and secondly, it was still for this reason.

Regarding the grievances between the CIA and the FBI, one can talk about it for three days and three nights without repeating a word.

All in all, although they are both the official secret agencies of the Berry Country, the overt and covert fighting between the two sides has continued from the beginning of their respective establishments to today, and there has never been a single handshake and peace between the two sides.

This time, except for Whiskey, who directly planned the incident, the first person to know about the news that six top CIA officials were taken away by military personnel overnight and secretly detained was actually the FBI.

Such a big thing suddenly happened at the enemy's place. Not long ago, they were involved in a joint murder case, which resulted in several high-level officials being sent to jail for murder. The high-level forces directly came to shake things up. The top FBI officials were naturally happy. Gotta applaud.

If it weren't for the fact that they had to show off and gloat too much about their misfortune, and were seized upon by the elusive media to criticize them, the FBI's top brass would have wanted to have a champagne party to celebrate.

Of course, if those six CIA executives were really convicted for this, those FBI executives would probably wake up laughing with joy even in their dreams.

Because of this expectation, when receiving news from their subordinates that the CIA headquarters had suffered a terrorist attack by unknown forces, the FBI's top brass unanimously agreed not to provide support and to sit on the sidelines.

And this decision reached the ears of Akai Shuichi and Yahea who were near Langley Building at the first time.

Therefore, during this hour-and-a-half-long terrorist attack, Shuichi Akai and Yahea watched in silence what was happening to the CIA headquarters.

Later, when the members of the organization received instructions to retreat secretly, Shuichi Akai discovered a very familiar striking duo among the retreating personnel, Chianti and Cohen.

Immediately afterwards, he made a decisive decision and drove behind Chianti and Cohen with Yahya, and quickly called people.

Finally, after more than 40 minutes of long-distance tracking, Akai Shuichi and Yahea also arrived at the real mission location of the black organization - Dolan Pier.

From this abandoned lighthouse overlooking the entire dock, Yahya clearly saw the entire deployment of the black organization.

From Bourbon disguised as CIA, and a group of organization members following Bourbon.

Then there were Scotland, Chianti, Cohen and several other snipers he didn't know who were occupying sniper positions in the distance.

There are also a large number of organization members scattered near the dock, that is, within one kilometer, and the Porsche 356A parked in a hidden part of the container scattered area. All of this can be seen by Yahya.

However, although he knew more, Yaheya at this moment was simply unable to inform Akai Shuichi of these situations.

Large-scale signal jammers are back in the market. In addition to avoiding the cargo ships to avoid alerting others, the entire terminal is now within the scope of the signal jammer.

After sensing that there was no response from the other side of the headset, Shuichi Akai immediately realized that members of the black organization had used super-powerful signal jammers.

At this time, he suddenly realized why the people at the CIA headquarters were retreating steadily under the terrorist attacks of a group of rabble-rousers. They did not contact other support and organized all personnel to carry out strong suppression. It was not until the members of the organization evacuated that the support staff came back. Too late.

Realizing this, Akai Shuichi, who was located in the Dolan Pier dispatch room and noticed Bourbon and other members of the organization through the telescope, immediately decided to withdraw from the signal shielding range first.

On the freighter, Toru Amuro led the four organization members behind them. Under the leadership of the person in charge, they pretended to conduct a search on the employees they met along the way and some cargo holds they passed.

The result, of course, was nothing.

The expression on the person in charge's face became more and more respectful, but when he lowered his head, there was a trace of disdain in his eyes.

Toru Amuro pretended not to know anything until a sharp and unmasked gunshot rang out. He immediately took off his disguise and suddenly burst out at the person in charge in a bourbon manner.

He pulled out the pistol from his waist in just one second, then pointed it at the person in charge's legs and shot him twice.

The organization members behind Amuro Toru also drew their guns and controlled the three employees in employee uniforms who followed the person in charge.

However, Toru Amuro did not notice that when one of the employees was shot and subdued to the ground by someone from the organization, a red spider the size of a fingernail crawled out of the employee's navy blue cuffs.

On the other side, with the sound of a gunshot, other members who were divided into four groups with Tohru Amuro started to attack the crew members on the freighter.

Some members of the organization scattered in the containers near the dock began to gather in the direction of the freighter, drew their guns, boarded the ship, and followed the plan made in advance to arrest and search the people and objects in the freighter one by one.

Soon, a group of people wearing navy blue employee uniforms with their hands and feet bound gathered on the deck of the freighter.

Of course, there were also several organization members wearing CIA uniform vests.

At the bottom of the cargo hold, I heard gunshots ringing out from above. From the first sound to the intermittent sound at the back, there was even a tendency to come here and get closer. The black-haired man who had been staying here immediately stood up from the wooden box. He stared nervously at the hatch in front of him.

Suddenly, there was a "boom", and the black-haired man looked shocked. His eyes were splitting when he discovered that a corner of the bottom cabin had been blown open by the explosion that had just occurred.

He immediately rushed to the wooden box containing the SS-level decoding equipment, then opened the unsealed lid of the wooden box and carefully took out the cardboard box containing the equipment.

The bomb was not very powerful and only opened a gap in the bottom cabin that was larger than a bowl. However, the continuous flow of river water made the black-haired man more and more anxious.

The order he had received before was to stay in the bottom cabin, keep an eye on the most important cargo this time, and not to step out of the bottom cabin easily.

But the current situation did not allow him to hesitate. Thinking of the importance of the things in his hands, the black-haired man finally hugged the cardboard box, stepped into the shallow water, and opened the bottom hatch.

"Hand over what you have in your hands."

As soon as he stepped out of the hatch, the black-haired man, who was slightly hunched over and carefully holding the carton, heard such a sentence, and then, there was a bullet fired from the barrel of the gun, grazing his head.

The man looked up and saw a sickly woman who was also wearing employee uniform and had cold eyebrows, pointing a gun between his eyebrows.