Chapter 1519 Uncivilized

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An agent is a person who walks between black and white. To perform tasks, he must deal with various dark affairs. Naturally, he must come into contact with various dark figures hidden under the public media. Mercenaries are one of them.

The group of mercenaries varies from good to bad, and even black uncles in Africa have many mercenaries. But they have neither training nor organization, and their combat effectiveness is basically intimidating.

The mercenaries who can be summoned by the 'poisonous spider' are definitely not that simple. What she found was a mercenary king.

'Lion', whose original name is unknown, only got this nickname because of his wild, shaggy blond hair. Tracing back to his background, people in the industry only know that he is an Albanian with a very humble background.

Albania is known as the "Land of Mountain Eagles", with mountains and hills accounting for three-quarters of the country's land area. Perhaps it is this environment that has created the "Lion"'s strong physical strength, calm personality, and tenacious will. These qualities are too important for a mercenary.

The "Lion" fought in the civil war in Bosnia and Herzegovina, played genocide, and took the salary of the CIA to behead a bear soldier in Chechnya. After hooking up the line of 'poisonous spider', he specialized in doing some wet work to clean up the mess—wet is called wet if it bleeds.

People who work as mercenaries generally don't live long, because there will always be various unimaginable dangers in the mission. Those who can live for five years in this industry are strong. The reason why the "Lion" has not died after working for more than ten years is that he is very cautious, and is even ridiculed as "cowardly enough".

But precisely because of this caution, the 'Lion' became famous. Because no employer likes being hired by a grumpy thug, and no mercenary likes being bossed by a no-brainer. Everyone works with guns only to make money, not to die.

In order to complete the task, mercenaries are willing to spend money on their own equipment. "Lion" has military night vision goggles smuggled from the United States, a full set of encrypted communication equipment for individual soldiers, and body armor for large-scale protection. He even wanted optical camouflage, but unfortunately there were not many of these 'poisonous spiders'.

And Zhou Qingfeng at this moment?

This uncle has just had a few fights with the French special police. Unlike ordinary terrorists, he has no fear of confronting the military and police head-on, even if there are many people on the other side. In his opinion, the tough SWAT is not as scary as starving.

There are five floors above and below the Louvre. In order to reduce the range of activities of the 'terrorists', the French special police first tried to control the stairs. In order not to be trapped to death, Zhou Qingfeng ran around on purpose—you guard the stairs? I will drive you away.

How terrifying the army commander with a full stomach is, it has been proved in all previous adventures. Without an advantage of dozens of times more people, it is basically impossible to trap him. Uncle Zhou, who was running around, caused the French special police to be mobilized repeatedly, and once mobilized, they often made mistakes.

Zhou Qingfeng is currently staying at the Syria Pavilion on the ground floor, which is the southeast side of the Louvre, and houses a large number of ancient Egyptian historical relics. At his feet was a special policeman, and his rapid breathing represented the current fear of this special policeman.

Under the deserted emergency lights, Zhou Qingfeng's face was scorched black, making it difficult to see his face clearly, and his image was very scary. Before the SWAT came in, they had been briefed on the mission and said that the terrorist had been hit at the Palace of Versailles and should have been injured. But now you can only know that this guy has been seriously injured when you really see it.

But it was such a seriously injured guy who dared to take the initiative to attack the special police, and let him succeed again and again. When they saw him limping out, the first reaction of the special police officers was to laugh, but the precise bullets quickly prevented them from laughing.

The special police officer on the ground was hit in the thigh during a surprise attack and fell down. His companions had no time to rescue him, and half of the team was beaten and had to retreat. And when the follow-up reinforcements rushed over, Zhou Qingfeng ran away with him who was hit in the thigh.

The continuous loss of personnel made the special police officers move slowly, and Zhou Qingfeng took off the helmet of the captive special police in a leisurely manner. The night vision device on it was just what he needed urgently.

In addition to the night vision device, Zhou Qingfeng also took off the full uniform of the captured special police. He deliberately picked a special policeman who was about the same height as him to stay, just to change his clothes.

Body armor, tactical vest, security walkie-talkie, stun bombs, pistol, magazines, black uniform, Zhou Qingfeng was surprised to find that he had actually caught a female special police officer after taking it off. He pinched the other's swollen chest for confirmation, then shrugged apologetically.

He took off his shirt and trousers, and the size of the clothes was quite suitable. It's just that the process of getting dressed caused Zhou Qingfeng a lot of pain.

Zhou Qingfeng was hit by a heavy high-explosive grenade before, and the skin on the front was almost scorched. Although the powerful self-healing ability was healing his wounds, wearing a dress still made him almost scream. Because some of the torn cloth was embedded in the flesh, it was too painful to pull them.

The female special police officer on the ground was stripped down to her underwear, but Zhou Qingfeng kindly bandaged her thigh wound, then patted her face and blew a kiss, and left gracefully.

Without Zhou Qingfeng's control, the female special police officer got up from the ground by herself, looked at the direction the terrorists were leaving with complicated and inexplicable eyes, and retreated slowly while holding onto the wall.

At this moment, besides the pain from wounds all over his body, Zhou Qingfeng also had self-healing itching, these two feelings can be tolerated a little bit. But he has strong self-healing ability and strong digestion ability, so he is hungry again after eating just now.

Finding something to eat when you’re hungry can solve the problem. It’s not too difficult to find food in the Louvre, but there’s another problem that’s quite troublesome—the digestion ability is strong, and the metabolism ability is also strong. If you eat too much, you have to excrete it. . Uncle Zhou will feel his stomach swell, he must find a place to make it easier.

"Do you want me to go to the toilet?" Zhou Qingfeng was not familiar with the Louvre, and it was difficult to find a toilet. Moreover, the toilets are constructed with separate entrances and exits, in case someone is caught - the headline of the newspaper after dawn reads 'Stupid Terrorist Captured Alive in Toilet'.

Zhou Qingfeng wandered around in the quiet and empty palace, surrounded by the crystallization of human civilization thousands of years ago, all kinds of sculptures, paintings, and handicrafts were dazzling. He would shoot and destroy the surveillance probes when he saw them, and cut off all kinds of cables without hesitation. At present, most of the surveillance systems on each floor have been paralyzed.

And under such circumstances, Uncle Zhou wandered to the west side of the ground floor and couldn't hold back anymore. Considering that the passage on the first floor is the most convenient, he chose to make it convenient here.

Finding a statue, Zhou Qingfeng took off his pants and squatted down. He looked up, er... Venus with a broken arm?

Goddess, I'm sorry. This person has three urgencies that must be resolved.

Under the cold gaze of the goddess that has been the same for thousands of years, Uncle Zhou's feces, urine and farts were excreted sparingly. What no one in the world has done before, he did it for the first time.

At this time, the mercenaries of the "Lion" have quietly cleared the second floor and the first floor of the basement. When they reached the ground floor, they just emerged from the stairs, and a stench hit their faces.

Who lit the tear gas?

No, it's not the smell of gas!

Is it chemical gas?

Not right either...

Fuck, who the hell is so uncivilized? Actually shitting in public, and it smells so bad.

Windward smells ten miles!