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The black surgeon was the first to slip away.

Luna took the opportunity to rush into the corridor. As soon as she reached the corner of the stairs, a woman in a nurse's uniform was waiting opposite her with a submachine gun.

The trap is set and the prey enters.

Ilsa's expression was stern, and she pulled the trigger immediately. Amid the sound of the gunshot, Luna's head jerked back, blood was sprayed all over the wall, and she fell down on the stairs with a bang.

This former female bodyguard and mercenary who is good at close combat has no chance of close combat.

The black surgeon broke into the nearest room, pushed open the unusually heavy door, and tried to escape through the window.

But as soon as he entered the small room, he found that something was wrong.

Someone was sitting in a chair with a gun in his hand, looking over the door.

puff!puff--

A gun equipped with a suppressor that fires four bullets in a row.

The surgeon's gun fell to the ground, his hands and legs were shot, and he became a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Solomon Lane said over the radio, "Caught a man alive."

da da da da-

Twenty-odd elites from the Solomon Lane network, together with Ronan and Ilsa, shot continuously at the hall of the nursing building. Barney Ross was not strong enough to ignore the bullets, and was suppressed in a narrow corner. Can't show up.

Chris Moss didn't run: "What else can you do?"

Barney Ross said: "Killing one is one!" He shouted: "Ronan, you despicable villain who only knows how to attack, get out of here! Do you dare to challenge me one-on-one! You choose to be a man, or Be a little sheep!"

Ronan's voice came from the corridor: "Okay! Let's single out!"

He pulled the grenade off the syndicate killer's tactical vest, pulled out the safety pin, pressed the button, counted silently, and threw it out.

boom -

The grenade hit the wall, fell into the corner, and exploded in the air.

Ronan yelled into the radio: "Everyone, fire! Press forward!"

Why didn't you say heads-up when you ambush him yesterday?

Heads-up has many meanings.

For example, he singled out everyone here.

Ronan's shooting never stopped.

More than 20 elite syndicates fired at almost the same time, and all of them pressed up.

Trapped in such a small space, facing more than 20 automatic firepower, the two mercenary leaders who were not yet strong enough to ignore bullets could only drink their hatred on the spot after struggling!

Ronan's UMP45, half of the magazine's bullets, hit the two of them!

Never die!

In addition to the sniper, a total of six people broke into the nursing home.

Two people were killed by Ronan in the ward, one was shot by Ilsa, and the other was captured alive by Solomon Ryan, bald and paralyzed to death under random gunshots.

Others searched further, and Ronan quickly searched the bodies of the two bosses, and collected all the things they found.

These people came out to act, and they didn't have much valuable things on them, that is, guns and not much cash.

Ronan found two mobile phones, the bald one was already broken, and the paralyzed Nokia was behind the plate of the bulletproof vest, so there was no problem.

Put away your cell phone and throw away the rest.

Ronan activated his spirit vision, and a glowing red human-shaped halo appeared above the bodies of the two.

With one move of the left hand, the halo became a soul fragment in the book of domination.

Soul fragments +10!

Soul fragments +10!

At the same time, information flashed in my mind.

Non-commissioned officer's heavy weapon proficiency: the ability of second-tier professionals in other systems, who are good at using heavy weapons and vehicle-type heavy weapons that are conventionally equipped by their organization.

Immediately, Ronan had more knowledge about the use of weapons, most of which were NATO-style weapons, and some Soviet-style weapons, such as artillery, tanks, airplanes, armored vehicles, and helicopters.

It is not surprising that the advanced rank of a private is a non-commissioned officer.

Heavy weapons can't be carried even if you get them.

Ignore these for now.

Because there is another piece of information.

In the dimly lit church, a balding middle-aged macho was talking to the bald and paralyzed man, discussing a $500 million reward for hunting down the terrorist Ronan on the CIA list!

Facial paralysis praises the middle-aged hunk as—Church!

This is Church, the Hound's most trusted comrade-in-arms!

Ronan firmly remembered that face, it was the key person for the CIA to hunt him down!

Like he said to Solomon Ryan, he doesn't like to be beaten!

After healed his wounds and killed this team of pursuers, Ronan decided on his next target—Church!

Perhaps taking the initiative to attack and causing pain to the CIA, Langley can stop for a while.

Ronan left the hall, went to the ward, put away the soul fragments on the ground, and slapped the two corpses on the ground with his left hand.

Soul fragments +7!

Soul fragments +7!

Judging from the harvested soul fragments, the strength of these two people is not weak.

When he was in Mexico, Matt Grave had several first-order privates under him, that is, soul fragments +5.

Ronan remembered very clearly that the strong black and white men killed on Billena Island were all soul fragments +7!

Searched these two people, nothing useful.

Ilsa in a nurse's uniform appeared: "There was a woman who was shot dead by me on the stairs."

Ronan said, "I'll go and have a look."

When they came to the corner of the stairs, what they saw was the body of the burly woman.

Ronan was about to search, but Ilsa squatted down: "I'll do it."

She searched quickly, but there was nothing important, either.

Taking advantage of Ilsa's body search, Ronan made a move with his left hand and harvested soul fragments again.

Soul fragments +7!

I was very lucky tonight, and this time another message flashed in my mind.

Krav Maga mastery: a military combat art.

Ronan had heard of this fighting technique, it seemed to be from Israel.

Grabbing and fighting, pay attention to practicality, there are many types in the world, each has its own advantages and disadvantages.

But no one can ignore the bonus of strength and reaction speed.

Like Ronan, who was ambushed yesterday, his strength is obviously not as good as that of Facial Paralysis, but his speed is much higher than that of Facial Paralysis. If he escapes with all his strength without a gun remotely restraining him, the power of Facial Paralysis cannot be exerted.

After sorting out the information in his mind, Ronan discovered that there are many moves of inserting eyes, locking the throat and kicking the crotch in Krav Maga.

Thinking of kicking the crotch, I couldn't help but glance at Ilsa.

She seems to be very good at this trick.

Ilsa got up and took out the things she found: "Is it useful?"

Ronan looked at each other and shook his head: "It's useless, just keep it if you like it."

Ilsa threw it back on the corpse casually.

Someone was talking in the lobby on the first floor, and the two came down from the corner of the stairs. The orthopedic surgeon Jens Helten returned with a dead body and threw it on the floor of the lobby.

Ronan harvested soul shards again, this time it was also soul shards +7!

But no other information.

Solomon Ryan walked over wearing glasses: "The one alive is in the security room, and I'll leave it to you."

Ronan nodded: "You take the corpse away."

Solomon Lane cares more about money: "What's left?"

Ronan would not renege on his debt at this time: "Wait a moment."

Back in the room, I found a suitcase from the luggage brought by the Hunting Palace, and brought it out to Solomon Ryan: "Order."

Solomon Ryan opened the suitcase and took a little inventory: "Money and goods are cleared." He ordered to his opponent: "Take the body away and clean up the scene."

Ronan is going to find a living person for interrogation.

Ilsa was about to leave, and before leaving, she whispered to Ronan: "I live in the Four Seasons Hotel."

Ronan nodded: "I'll call you."

Ilsa said no more, took off her nurse uniform, put on a dark windbreaker, put her left hand in her trouser pocket, and left the nursing home.

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Chapter 74 Exposure (for further reading)

Entering the security room, Ronan closed the door, and the black man had been handcuffed to the chair by Solomon Ryan's men, with his black head hanging down, wondering what he was thinking.

Ronan pulled up a chair, sat opposite the black man, and kicked his injured leg. With a scream, the black man raised his head.

"Don't kill me! Barney Ross forced me to come!" He didn't want to die: "If I don't come, he will kill me, really!"

Ronan drew out the dagger and slapped the black man on the face: "Do you recognize it? Yesterday, you stabbed me with it!"

The black man raised his head back vigorously: "I didn't stab it, it was Gordo who stabbed you!"

Ronan turned the blade over: "Don't want me to stab it back, answer my question."

The black eyes rolled around: "I said! I said!"

"Do you know Church?" Ronan asked, "How can I find him?"

The black said: "I know Church, the chief of the CIA's secret service, the big shot in Langley, our mission, no, it's the mission of Barney Ross, and we are hired by Church."

Ronan asked again: "How can I find him?"

The black man didn't want to offend the CIA, so he quickly shook his head: "I don't know."

Ronan turned the dagger, pierced directly into the black man's leg, and turned the dagger: "This will help you recover your memory."

"Stop! Stop!" the black man howled miserably: "I said! I said! Today, today, Church called Barney Ross on his mobile phone and told him to rush to Bucharest. It seemed that he had an important mission. Barney Ross said that Church would personally To Bucharest."

Ronan thought of the phones he found, took out two phones, and asked, "Which one?"

The black man looked at Nokia: "This!"

Ronan put it away again: "How to connect."

The black man hurriedly said, "I don't know, I really don't know..."

Ronan asked again: "Who provided you with the information in Madrid."

"People from the CIA." The mercenaries were very rough, far less sophisticated than the agents. The black surgeon followed him all the time and heard a lot of things: "The head of the CIA's intelligence in Madrid."

Seeing that Ronan was about to twist his dagger again, he said quickly, "This man's name is Andres Pique. He came to Madrid where we came and works in the public sector. I don't know the details."

Ronan nodded and asked some other questions.

Blacks do not have a high status in the team, and their knowledge is indeed limited.

Ronan drew out the dagger, and the black man screamed in pain.