Chapter 2608 Door

"What's the situation inside?" Jane Funkel asked.

"It went very smoothly, although there was a lot of resistance, but..."

Al said disapprovingly, even though they were facing a long-established mafia family.

But the combat effectiveness of the two sides is not at the same level at all.

In particular, the gap in equipment can no longer be made up by mere numbers of people.

In this battle, no tactics can fill the gap in equipment between the two sides.

One side is still using pistols, while everyone on the other side is equipped with automatic machine guns.

There are also several heavy machine guns mounted on off-road vehicles.

Along with the team members, they broke into the manor.

This is no longer a battle.

It was simply a one-sided massacre.

Jane Fankle's heart was heavy.

Leading troops to massacre his own family.

This kind of thing would not be pleasant for anyone.

She hoped her father could see the situation clearly.

Be able to surrender quickly.

This way she can cause less carnage.

However, so many members of the family have been massacred.

He didn't seem ready to surrender.

When would his father be so tough?

Or is it that my judgment of him was wrong?

"It shouldn't take long before you can go in." Al said.

"Well, I hope so." Jane Fankle said as calmly as possible.

At this moment in the manor, the mafia gunmen on the periphery have been completely eliminated.

The gunfire in the manor villa also subsided with the explosion of several grenades.

"Captain, the enemies in the manor have been basically eliminated. According to the thermal imaging, there are still three people in the villa, and they have been controlled by us. Do they need to be executed on the spot?"

Before Al could speak, Jane Fankle quickly shouted: "No..."

"No need, our employer and I will go in now, you can just be on guard." Al looked at Jane Funkle: "Let's go, Ms. Funkle."

Jane Fankle returned to the home where she grew up with a heavy heart.

Al smiled. He had seen many such thoughtful employers.

Jane Funkel is not the first, nor will she be the last.

Because of some ridiculous reasons, he broke up with his family.

Then find them and use violent means to convince them.

When Jane Fankle entered the manor, she couldn't help but regret her decision.

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the place, some of them, she even knew their names.

But now, she buried them with her own hands.

They may not have the same blood relationship.

But they became a family because of the same surname.

Jane Fankle's mood became more and more complicated.

And some corpses can no longer even see their true appearance.

Every scene here is full of memories for Jane Funkel.

At this moment, the mercenary standing at the door cleverly ran to Al.

"Captain, something seems to be wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"All the people I originally deployed to enter the villa disappeared."

"Disappeared? What does this mean?"

"They all disappeared on thermal imaging equipment and their intercoms were not responding."

"Is it signal interference? And is there temperature interference?" Al asked with a frown.

He had encountered similar situations on the battlefield before.

The enemy affects the thermal imaging instrument by lowering the temperature of the environment.

Lowering the ambient temperature seems complicated.

It's not that difficult to actually do.

Especially inside a building, as long as some ice cubes are placed, the ambient temperature can be easily reduced to a point where thermal imaging instruments cannot detect it.

"Where are the enemies?"

"The thermal images of the three people in the villa are all clear, and they have been in the last room on the third floor and have not moved."

"Gather our people together and follow me all in." Al's face looked a little ugly.

Originally, he thought this would be a simple task.

But the actual situation was a bit beyond his expectation.

"What about outside?"

"There are no enemies outside. There is no need to keep manpower outside. Let's go in and see what monsters and monsters are inside."

"I want to go in with you too." Jane Funkel looked at Al seriously.

"Ms. Funkle, I don't have time to protect you."

"I don't need your protection."

Jane Funkel Funkel was worried that these mercenaries were jealous.

She can ignore other people, but her father and brother, Jane Fankle, will never allow them to harm her.

"Okay, but you'd better not get in the way during the battle."

Soon, Al's men were gathered together.

This villa is very large, even just a living room can accommodate dozens of mercenaries.

Everyone entered cautiously, and when they entered the living room, they found it empty.

There was nothing, not even bodies.

"Something's wrong." Al said with a frown.

Several mercenaries responsible for forward reconnaissance made a gesture with Al.

"The second floor is safe, you can go up."

The mercenaries went up to the second floor one after another.

Jane Fankle walked in the middle, so that even if there were problems before and after, she could be protected immediately.

However, when everyone went to the second floor and prepared to go to the third floor, they found that there was an extra door in front of them.

Jane Fankle frowned and looked at the strange door in front of her.

The door is carved with obscure and complex patterns.

The main body of the pattern on this door panel is a giant dragon, sending three waves of fear and despair toward the world. Under the dragon are people kneeling and trembling.

"Why is there such a door here?" Jane Funkel looked confused.

There shouldn't be such a door in this place.

This door is not a work of art.

And even if it is a piece of art, it should be placed in his father's study or collection room.

Al made a gesture to his men and forced a breakthrough.

A mercenary stepped forward and kicked the door directly.

With a clang, the strange door was kicked open.

Then, a puff of smoke spread from the door.

"Be careful, it might be poison gas." Al said, covering his nose.

However, after a while, everyone discovered that the smoke did not have any toxic components.

At least, they didn't feel anything unusual.

"Go up and take a look, cheer up."

Al felt that there was a sense of weirdness and unspeakable depression everywhere in this villa.

He didn't like it here. If he had to choose, he would rather be on a war-torn battlefield than in this depressing villa.

The mercenaries entered the door one after another. Jane Funkel hesitated for a moment and followed them.

For some reason, there was a voice in her head that seemed to be preventing her from entering the door.