John Porter, agent from the British Army Intelligence Six, was hijacked at BJST by terrorists.
Prepare to shoot him live.
The terrorist pulled down the burlap bag that was wrapped around his head.
He kicked the agent's knee.
The agent kneeled in front of the camera.
Then next to the camera, they took a large cardboard with a confession written in advance.
Forced him to look at the camera and must read the words on it.
Of course John Porter doesn't miss it.
They threatened him: "Read it to me quickly, otherwise you will be killed with one shot."
Then he punched and kicked him.
There was no choice but to swallow his anger and say to the cardboard: "To the Western imperialist powers, I... John Porter, confessed to the crime of being a British spy and invading the sacred territory of BJST..."
After MI6 obtained the intelligence, it immediately sent the Royal Special Air Service Corps assault team to carry out rescue missions.
In London, Division 20 Command Center, they saw the scene of John Porter being held hostage in the camera.
I immediately tracked the IP address and successfully obtained Potter's location.
One of the staff members reported to everyone: "Satellite remote sensing detection is in place."
The female director who has been following the video updates looks very quick and decisive, with short hair.
She looked at the screen and said, "The image is here."
An aerial view of the entire hijacked building appears in the video.
"Confirmed." said the staff of the group.
It means this position is right
John Porter was still chanting his confession and came from the screen and said, "......................................................................................"
Another very beautiful and feminine female staff member arranged: "Rescan."
Another screen appeared on the screen.
"Roof safety, no sniper was found" male staff reported on the operation team heading to rescue.
"...... His people were brutally killed, and her sacred disciple was repeatedly defiled..." John Potter thought, and then looked back to see if any rescuers came.
He was slapped by the terrorists.
He had no choice but to continue to recite: "Latif, demanding immediate release. All his brothers who were brutally suppressed and imprisoned in British and American prisons...."
At this time, the Intelligence Agency's operation team had arrived at the assault position safely.
The captain said: "It's in place." Captain Ston Butch took the lead in using the NP5 submachine gun probe that decorated the AN-PVS-14 night vision device to observe the situation inside the house.
At this time the female colonel ordered: "The helmet camera is activated, Ston Butch."
"Colin." Ston Butch responded.
"Get John out," the colonel ordered.
"The mission must be achieved." Ston Butch responded.
Then at the colonel's order, he immediately moved to the shooting world and fired the guard into his soul.
Then the assault team quickly controlled all shooting circles.
Use CQB tactics to rush into the building.
"Arriving at the stairs and going upstairs," Ston Butch said to other members of the action team.
After arriving at the target room, the blaster immediately installed plastic explosives on the wall to prepare for blasting.
At this time, John was still held hostage in the room and spoke: "Unless his brothers are released, I will take my life as a compensation."
At this time, the outside of the room had been surrounded by all the assault teams.
Just waiting for online rescue.
After John finished reading this, he said, "Allah is so fucking great."
Ston Butch said to the female team leader: "Are you ready?"
"Stop talking nonsense." The female team leader replied.
"May the holy light shine on Islam." John shouted at last.
The assault members were concentrated and fully prepared at this time and were about to break in: "Prepare, prepare."
The assault team exploded the wall and kept breaking into the room.
But John was held hostage in a room inside.
They continued to walk inside.
But in this short few seconds, after they walked in, only the cardboard was left there.
But I didn't see anyone.
Ston Butch reported to the Colonel: "Safe."
The colonel looked at the surveillance feedback and said, "They transferred him."
It turned out that the agent who was hostage had been shot dead by a terrorist.
"Kyle." Ston Butch shouted to the inquiring members.
"No John was found," Kyle replied.
"Collect the situation and don't let go of any clues." Ston Butch said to Kyle on the intercom.
At this time, Kyle did collect information, which was a map, and the map paper contained something like a mobile phone.
"Kyle, please reply." Because Kyle was looking at the items seriously, he did not answer. Ston Butch shouted anxiously.
"I've found this here, boss." Kyle replied.
But as soon as Kyle finished speaking, he heard a "bang".
A terrorist wearing white clothes shot Kyle in the neck and fled immediately after the shooting.
Ston Butch heard the gunshots, and in the face of an emergency, Ston Butch ran towards the gunshots and searched for the target.
When they came to Kyle, Kyle had already had a bloody flare in her neck artery.
"Damn it." Ston Butch shouted nervously when he saw Kyle's miserable situation.
"Okay, Kyle, hold on, hold on, man, hell, hold on, hold on." The female captain tightly blocked the blood from her neck with her hands and encouraged Kyle.
A few seconds later, Kyle died.
Ston Butch was very angry and ran with a gun and chased out of the outdoors at the terrorist who had just shot Kyle.
He hit him hard and successfully shot him to the ground.
Then he walked to him carefully, kicked him and tried to see if he was dead.
Confirmed to be dead, he squatted down and picked up the map and cell phone he had just snatched from Kyle.
The operation failed.
After they withdrew from London, the female captain and Ston Butch came to the headquarters of the branch No. 20, and the female captain first came to the major. He concluded the report to the major:
"Shang Wei."
"It was the action you commanded. Something went wrong." asked the major.
"We took action too early, inadequate detection of the target location, and insufficient coverage of the peripheral area." The female captain reported.
"Is it fun to act rashly? Captain." Another major asked the captain.
"Improve it, Major, when was the last time you took the mission?" Ston Butch asked the male major without hesitation.
At this time, the Colonel scolded StonBuch and said, "StonBuch, how did you speak? Sinclair was right. It was too hasty. Captain, do you have anything else to add?"
Chapter completed!