Prologue: Terror Prelude(2)
“Twelve thirteen.” Then an older man’s well experienced voice comes from the dark backseats, a standard British accent as you can’t tell where he comes from.
The man sitting on the main driver’s seat draws out a pistol, Swiss SIG SAUR P226 semi-auto pistol. In order to keep convenience of carrying, he even don’t used a suppressor. Like a child playing with his toy skillfully, after pulling the slide back twice, his pistol extracts two 9×19mm Parabellum rounds as his will. Release the magazine, push this two “metal stick” shining in the darkness back into the magazine, he finished the checking progress of his toy, it is believed that so do his 2 playmates.
Once then he wants to stop to thank weaponry officers for their professional firearms field strip, but obviously he is quite busy right now, no time to waste.
“Three, ready to go.” This is not chatting about weather as before, this is talking to the other side of the earphone.
“Green light.” This is the answer from that other side which means everything will go as it planned.
The man sitting on the main driver’s seat draws out a pistol, Swiss SIG SAUR P226 semi-auto pistol. In order to keep convenience of carrying, he even don’t used a suppressor. Like a child playing with his toy skillfully, after pulling the slide back twice, his pistol extracts two 9×19mm Parabellum rounds as his will. Release the magazine, push this two “metal stick” shining in the darkness back into the magazine, he finished the checking progress of his toy, it is believed that so do his 2 playmates.
Once then he wants to stop to thank weaponry officers for their professional firearms field strip, but obviously he is quite busy right now, no time to waste.
“Three, ready to go.” This is not chatting about weather as before, this is talking to the other side of the earphone.
“Green light.” This is the answer from that other side which means everything will go as it planned.
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