"How is the situation inside?" Jane Fangel asked.

"It went very smoothly. Although I encountered a lot of resistance, but..."

Al said disapprovingly, although they were facing a long-standing mafia family.

However, the combat effectiveness of both sides is not on the same level at all.

Especially the equipment gap can no longer be made up by a mere number of people.

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

One side is still using a pistol, while the other side is each equipped with an automatic machine gun.

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

As the team members broke into the manor.

This is no longer a battle.

It was simply a unilateral massacre.

Jane Fonkel was in a heavy mood.

Lead troops to massacre your own family.

If anyone else had this kind of thing, he wouldn't feel happy.

She hopes that her father can see the situation clearly.

Can surrender quickly.

In this way, she will create less killing.

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

He doesn't seem to be planning to surrender.

When will my father be so tough?

Or is it that I was wrong in my judgment of him?

"It shouldn't take too long to get in," Al said.

"Well, I hope so." Jane Fonkel said as calm as possible.

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

The gunshots in the manor villa also calmed down with the explosion of several grenades.

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

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

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

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

Al smiled. He had seen many such employers with concern.

Jane Fonkel is not the first person, nor will it be the last one.

For some ridiculous reasons, he broke up with his family.

Then find them and use violent means to convince each other.

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

Looking at the corpses everywhere, 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 one surname.

Jane Fonkel's mood became more and more complicated.

And some corpses can't even see their original appearance.

Every view here is full of memories for Jane Fonker.

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

"The leader, there seems to be something wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"The people I originally deployed into the villa have all disappeared."

"Disappeared? What does this mean?"

"They all disappeared on the thermal imaging instruments, and the intercoms on them didn't respond."

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

He had encountered similar situations on the battlefield before.

The enemy lowers the temperature of the environment, thereby affecting the thermal imaging instruments.

Reducing the ambient temperature seems complicated.

It's not very difficult to actually operate.

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

"Where is the enemy?"

"The three people in the villa have clear thermal imaging and they have been in the last room on the third floor and have not moved."

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

Originally, he thought that this would be a simple task.

But the actual situation was a bit beyond his expectations.

"What about outside?"

"There are no enemies outside, so there is no need to stay outside. Let's go in and see what monsters and monsters are inside."

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

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

"I don't need your protection."

Jane Fonkel Fonkel was worried that these mercenaries were red in their eyes.

She could ignore the others, but her father and brother, Jane Fonkel, would never allow them to hurt them.

"Okay, but you'd better not get in the way when fighting."

Soon, Al's men gathered together to complete the meeting.

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

Everyone went in carefully, and when they entered the living room, it was empty.

There is nothing, not even a corpse.

"The situation is a little wrong," Al said with a frown.

Several mercenaries in charge of the front road investigation made a gesture with Al.

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

Mercenaries went up to the second floor one after another.

Jane Fonkel was walking in the middle, so that even if there were any problems, she could be protected as soon as possible.

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

Jane Fonkel frowned at the strange door in front of him.

This door is carved with obscure and complex patterns.

The main body of the door panel pattern is a giant dragon, facing the world with three waves of fear and despair. Below the giant dragon are people kneeling on the ground and trembling.

"How could there be such a door here?" Jane Fangel looked confused.

In this place, there should not be such a door.

This door is not a work of art.

And even works of art should be placed in their father's study or collection room.

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

A mercenary stepped forward and raised his feet and kicked it at the door.

With a clang, the weird door was kicked open.

Immediately afterwards, a smog of smoke spread out from the door.

"Be careful, it may be poisonous gas." Ayer said covering his nose.

However, after a while, everyone found that the smoke had no toxic ingredients.

At least, they didn't feel the abnormality.

"Go up and take a look, and you're all cheering up."

Al felt that there was a hint of weirdness and indescribable depression everywhere in this villa.

He didn't like this place. If he had a choice, he would rather be on the battlefield of war than in this depressing villa.

The mercenaries followed one by one into the door. Jane Fangel hesitated for a moment, but still followed in.
Chapter completed!