Chapter 1139: Sewers and Bathrooms (please ask for monthly tickets)
Everyone who has experienced rural life knows that fermented farmyard manure has a slightly stronger smell than unfermented fresh products, such as what everyone is passing by right now. This sewer.
This damn place has not been cleaned for at least half a century. Goolsby carefully chose where to put his feet, trying not to think about the wet, slippery and soft things under his feet. What exactly is this stuff?
Wearing four-eye night vision goggles and groping in the dark for nearly 20 minutes, just when the doctor was worried about whether he would be poisoned by methane gas, Mason, who was leading the way, led everyone to climb up a rusty place metal stairs.
"Which one is the entrance to the tunnel?" Sonny muttered, looking at the five or six pipe entrances lined up in front of him.
Sonny, who is responsible for fire support, still carries his favorite Mk46 MOD0 light machine gun as his secondary weapon. In addition, deputy team member Ray Perry also carries an SR25 semi-automatic sniper rifle as a long-range support weapon.
Most of the other seals chose the Noveske N4 as the main weapon, and the secondary weapon was the MDX508 short-barreled assault rifle that Jack was also familiar with.
However, the barrel used by the seals is much shorter than the 8.5-inch barrel used by Jack's wanted criminal team. It is only 5.5 inches, and its size is almost the same as an ordinary submachine gun that uses pistol bullets.
When using subsonic .300BLK ammunition and equipped with a silencer, even without using tactical sound-isolating headphones, in the current closed environment, the sound of gunfire is still relatively friendly to the human eardrum.
Seeing that Sonny had put his hand on the iron fence of one of the pipe mouths, Mason pointed to his left, "This one still leads to the sewer, and that one leads to the tunnel."
The sturdy Sonny stood at the entrance of the passage he pointed at, bent slightly and took a horse stance, and removed the rusty fence opening with a force of his hands.
"Thank you, Mr. Mason." Clay patted Mason on the shoulder, expressing a certain degree of recognition.
The SEALs, including Clay, who arrived later, did not know the grudges between him and the FBI, but generally speaking, an old guy who can be secretly detained by the FBI for decades must not be A simple character.
But they didn’t know Mason, but they trusted Jack, especially Clay. He knew how precious Jack was to his FK7.5.
Since Jack is willing to hand over his precious spare gun to the other party, coupled with this person's performance just now, it is enough for everyone to release a certain degree of goodwill.
After climbing through this short pipe, an iron fence was opened again, and a stream of cold water vapor hit his face. B5 Brock Reynolds, who was serving as the vanguard, jumped out first.
After confirming that it was safe, he blew a whistle, and then the others jumped into the knee-deep sewage one by one.
Gusby didn’t estimate the height well, and almost let out a short exclamation the moment he fell into the water. Fortunately, a strong arm grabbed his collar and forcefully pulled him back from almost falling into the sewage. The doctor raised it.
"Be careful." Jack helped him aside, and after confirming that the guy had no sprained feet, he let him rest against the side of the dirty tunnel.
This tunnel is not long. It is estimated that you can reach the bottom of the prison building by walking a little further. The rest of the SEALs are going out for reconnaissance, which gives them a moment to rest.
Gusby took a deep breath. It seemed that this place had been transformed into a part of the rainwater pipe. Although it still had a faint rancid smell, it was much stronger than the sewer that was full of filth just now.
At least there are some squeaking little sewer creatures around, rats.
Mason sat next to Goolsby and watched happily as Jack used a Snickers bar as bait to catch more than ten Little Jerrys and stuff them into a bag.
"You seem to be enjoying this environment?" The pale Goosby asked with some confusion.
"At least this is much better than the monotonous prison life, isn't it?" Mason smiled at him, his white teeth standing out in the dim light of the tactical flashlight.
"In addition to expecting that the prison guards would bring me two new books every other week, I could only think about some boring philosophical questions, and I had to beware of being raped while taking a shower.
Speaking of these things The situation seems to be much better in 2008, maybe because I am old and charming," Mason said with some joy.
"I thought you had been held in solitary confinement since you escaped from prison twice in a row." Jack ruthlessly exposed his lies.
"But I do have some curiosity." Jack sat down next to the two of them. The bag in his hand was already quite heavy. Little Jerry was struggling and screaming inside, which made Gus compare himself. Goosebumps.
“Why don’t you hand over those things in exchange for your freedom?”
"Give it to that old bastard Womack?" Mason shook his head, with a touch of contempt on his face, "Are you sure that after handing over the things, I will get freedom and not other consequences?"
Jack His expression froze slightly, well, he really didn't expect this.
The previous performance of his director did make him feel a little contemptuous, but if he thinks about it carefully, if Womack is really a fool, then why is the person sitting in that position now not Rossi? Where's Rosie's "little muffin"?
Thinking of this, he could only shrug, "OK, but at least one thing you can rest assured is that no matter whether you can be free after this incident is over, your daughter Jade will be safe."< br>
"Someone once made a similar promise to me like you. I want to know, what is your relationship with him?" Mason's face showed a half-smile expression.
"David Rossi can be regarded as my teacher." Jack said bluntly. He took advantage of the break before taking action to chat with Rossi privately.
Just as Jack guessed, Rosie participated in the two pursuits after Mason escaped from prison. The two were old acquaintances, and even had a sense of sympathy for each other.
According to Rossi's original words, "If it's not our duty, maybe we can become friends."
Gusby didn't understand what the two were talking about. He cared more about Jack. The thing in his hand that made his hair stand on end, "Jack, why do you catch so many mice?"
Jack lifted the bag in his hand and smiled mysteriously at him, "You'll find out later."
The sound of water splashing sounded, and as the light beam of the tactical flashlight swayed slightly, Clay quickly walked towards the three of them and asked Mason.
"It's safe ahead. We have found the entrance to the prison bathroom. How far is it from the access point you mentioned?"
"97 steps, after walking this distance, we will We can reach the bathroom below." Mason stood up and continued to lead the way.
Jack's face behind the two became a little serious. Although many details in the original drama were blurred, the famous scene in the bathroom where the commandos were wiped out was still fresh in his memory.
It is true that the seals led by Jason are more than a bit stronger than the seemingly elite commandos in the original drama, and they have the halo of the protagonist, but this is not their home court after all. Can the halo of the protagonist work? It’s really hard to say. Of course, being ambushed can be avoided if possible, but the bathroom is the best way to sneak into the prison building, because the drone shows that the opponent's headquarters is located in it.
So when Jason and the others were formulating their raid plan, Jack couldn't directly say that Dr. Goolsby's speculation was correct. The VX missile was hidden in the morgue of the prison hospital not far away. We could Go straight there.
You must know that the prison building is the strongest building on the island. Since it can prevent prisoners from escaping, it can also prevent outsiders from entering. Once the two-ton iron door is closed, even if the seal wants to Breaking into it is also extremely difficult.
The plan Jason and the others discussed was to sneak into the prison building first. If they could directly capture or kill General Hammer alive, or paralyze the opponent's headquarters, that would be the best result.
The worst-case scenario of this plan is to catch one or two alive. Asking the opponent for the location of all missiles and launchers is the best solution.
After walking 97 steps along the bathroom drainage pipe, which was two meters in diameter and had long since dried up, everyone came to the bottom of the manhole that Mason said, where there was an iron ladder going up.
B5 Brock Reynolds put the probe of a fiber optic camera out of the manhole cover of the manhole cover, and as expected found a laser motion sensor on the manhole cover.
"I can try to deal with it. The principle of this thing is very simple. It is just an invisible laser beam passing through the top of the manhole cover. When the laser beam is blocked, an alarm will sound."
Brock said as he was about to take out the tool bag, but was stopped by Jack.
“Don’t you think it’s strange? If it’s a simple laser sensor, they should set it up in a far corner so that it’s less likely to be discovered. Why should it be displayed so clearly? On the manhole cover? ”
Jack's question immediately stopped Bullock. He hesitated for a while and suddenly realized, he subconsciously stopped and lowered his voice.
"You are right, this is probably a trap. The sensor is probably equipped with vibration sensing. Maybe my action just now has triggered the alarm."
"Just try it and see Got it." Jack smiled and handed the bag in his hand to him.
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"The bathroom alarm has been triggered, sir! We have guests!"
A loud shout came from the command post set up in the prison guard room, waking up several soldiers who were dozing against the wall, as well as General Hammer, who was staring out the window and smoking a cigar silently.
“Damn it, I knew that those guys would definitely send people here!”
“Kill them!”
The soldiers grabbed the weapons at hand and lowered their hands. Shouting and rushing to the corridor.
The prison bathroom is only a few dozen meters away from the guardroom that serves as the headquarters. Except for the two groups of people stationed outside at key points, General Hanmer and the remaining 9 soldiers rushed through in less than two minutes. Entered the shower room that sounded the alarm.
The shower room in the prison bathroom can be used by thirty or forty people at the same time. It is quite large and has an upper and lower floor structure. In order to facilitate prison guards' surveillance, an open corridor is specially set up on the second floor.
The soldiers who rushed into the shower room quickly seized the advantageous terrain of the second-floor corridor, with their guns pointing downwards.
As the switch was pulled down and the old tungsten filament bulb was lit, the soldiers pointed their guns at the unobstructed shower room, but were shocked to find that there was nothing but squeaking and screaming all over the floor. There is nothing but mice.
"Fake!"
A black soldier who felt that it was a false alarm swore, held up the black beret on his head, and laughed at his companions, " Is this the little trap you said you had specially arranged? It made all our trip in vain.”
"Damn it, it's actually a rat." The soldier with Asian skin color felt a little embarrassed on his face and spit on the ground.
Two soldiers escorted General Hammer down the steps and came to the manhole cover of the manhole in the middle of the bathroom. They looked down with flashlights and found nothing.
General Hammer picked up the motion sensor that had been knocked down on the ground and looked thoughtful. A soldier next to him immediately lay down on the ground, put his ear to the access door and listened for a while before shaking his head at him. .
The general looked at the little Jerry who was running around all wet and not very afraid of people, and then turned to look at the black soldier wearing a black beret.
"I remember you said before that you made some good things that can clean sewers. Take one out and try it."
The black soldier shook his face and smiled ferociously, "Are you sure? General?"
"Of course you are, Captain. The pipelines down here are as complex as a maze. There is no guarantee that there won't be something bigger." The 'rats' have gotten in and need to be thoroughly eliminated."
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At this time, underground.
The seals all withdrew from the drainage pipe and stood in knee-deep water, clinging to the moss-covered walls on both sides of the tunnel, not daring to take a breath.
"What are we waiting for?" Goolsby asked in a low voice close to Jack's ear.
"Of course we are waiting to see if the higher-ups will send someone down to check. As long as we can catch one alive, we will know the specific arrangements of the other party."
Jack was in a good mood, and the biggest hidden danger was With that out of the way, the next step is a tough battle with live ammunition. With the strength of him and SEAL Team B, they are totally worthy even against opponents of the same level.
As a clear "clang" came, Captain Jason, who was standing on the other side of the pipe mouth, smiled on his painted face and gave Jack a thumbs up in approval.
However, the smile did not last long on his face, because the sound only sounded once, and then there was no more movement.
After waiting for a long time, Jason pulled down the four-eye night vision goggles on his head with some doubts, and quickly took a look into the pipe, but found nothing. No one went down the manhole into the pipe as they expected.
At this moment Mason sniffed in confusion and muttered softly, "What does it smell like?"
Taste? Jack was also a little confused. With the golden finger, he could not only enhance his five senses in a positive way, but also reduce them in a negative way. Otherwise, he would not have chosen to acquire any forensic skills in the first place.
From the first moment he entered the smelly sewer, he had reduced his sense of smell to the same level as some patients with severe rhinitis.
Just when he was hesitating whether to restore his sense of smell to the level of an ordinary person, the air in the tunnel suddenly let out a sharp whistling sound, followed by a hot air wave spurting along the drainage pipe. When they came out, the fire instantly blocked everyone's view.
(End of this chapter)