Chapter 1591

Chapter 1591

"Prepare to ambush them,” Otis ordered coldly.

On the other side.

Luther, Joyce and Chris led people to the abandoned airport.

Tonight there were no stars or moon. In the wilderness, darkness was

like a giant cover, and you could hardly see your fingers. Only the

howling wind shuttled back and forth.

They all took out night vision goggles and wore them.

The special forces rushed to the front, protecting them while paving the

way forward.

Chris, wearing night vision goggles, surveyed the surrounding

environment and doubted, "Can this take off? Are you sure? I can't

even see the runway."

“It would not be Otis's work if it were so easily discovered,” Joyce said

with increased vigilance.

Luther agreed, "I feel it must be here. Mr. Hurley, didn't you see the tire

marks on the ground just now? And the crushed thorn bushes? They

were all newly caused.”

Suddenly Joyce stopped, “Listen, there's movement.”

Professional snipers often have a higher sensitivity to sounds.

Chris closed his eyes and discerned, "45 degrees left front.”

Luther pointed, "There, it looks like an oil depot.”

Joyce immediately took out her gun, fully alert, lightened her footsteps,

and approached the oil depot step by step.

"Be careful of ambush," Luther said in a low voice, "The quieter it is, the

more wrong it is. You are behind me."

Joyce shook her head, "No, I have to be in front of you.”

Chris glanced at them silently, “Alright, I'm in the front. You two stay

behind.”

After all, Luther was not a professional soldier. Joyce was pregnant.

Seeing Luther's worried face and being extra careful to protect Joyce

everywhere, afraid that she would get hurt, he had been feeding the

dog all the way. He was almost unbearable.

It was better for him to rush to the front. If there was danger, he would

block it.

It was better than eating dog food all the time. He was almost eaten to

death.

When they approached the oil depot.

Suddenly, a person appeared in front of them, hanging on the iron door

of the oil depot.

The person was motionless.

Joyce was shocked when she saw it clearly and cried out, "Not good,

it's Eugene.”

In order not to fire and make a sound.

Joyce waved her hand, threw the spinning dart in her hand rapidly,

A flash of silver light flashed perfectly in the air, directly cutting the rope.

With a "bang", Eugene fell to the ground. At the same time, the silver

spinning dart returned to Joyce's hand.

"Oh, the spinning dart, you can also do this trick. Interesting.

Impressive." Chris turned to look at Joyce with admiration.

Luther had seen too much and was not surprised. Years ago, Joyce

had saved his life with a spinning dart.

He pulled Joyce to his side and extended his hand to protect her.

The special forces in front placed Eugene flat on the ground. One of

them gave Eugene cardiopulmonary resuscitation. The other leaned

over to check his breath.

Joyce took two quick steps forward and asked anxiously, "How is it? Is

he still breathing?"

"Report to the Major General, the man is still alive. We saved him in

time." The special forces replied.

Joyce breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Eugene was still saved,

"Hide him to avoid being found. After we deal with Otis, come back and

save him."

The special forces nodded and moved Eugene into the bushes outside

the warehouse door.

Luther pulled Joyce behind him, "Otis must know that Eugene betrayed

us. He hanged him on the door beam to warn us. Eugene is still alive,

which means they just left recently.”

"Be careful!”