The question is, what should Zhang Jing do? Have you always been an ostrich?
no! no!
Zhang Jing’s life creed is to never leave your destiny to others! This means that he cannot surrender, nor can he sit still and wait for death!
Waiting quietly for nearly three hours, it was the sleepiest time of the day. Under the dim light, Zhang Jing could clearly see the two guard positions. They were taking a nap with Uzi submachine guns in their hands. They didn't look like good people at first glance.
I could also clearly see that the thing they were guarding was covered by a rainproof cloth, which looked like piles of rice piled in a supermarket, about 1.5 meters high and 4 meters long.
911 silencer pistol? Shooting a gun underwater?
The sound-reducing pistol only suppresses flames and reduces sound, but cannot physically mute it. Compared with the underwater shooting gun, it is much better in terms of silence. It fires a steel drill, which is a little thinner than a pencil. It is a sharp steel drill half the length of a pencil. Within 25 meters, The penetrating power is very strong!
From the other side of the container, two guards were facing in opposite directions. Zhang Jing silently took out the cheating device, no, it was a ladder, and successfully reached the ground.
Taking a deep breath of air, Zhang Jing walked around the container and strode towards the two guards. There was no need to say hello, no need to interrogate, and no need to think about dressing up. The bad guy died because he talked too much, and he was close enough to shoot directly.
"Poof!" The first man to die was in his twenties and looked thin. The steel drill was directly inserted into his head and he died while taking a nap.
Another guard heard the noise, opened his eyes, saw the stranger in front of him, and subconsciously touched the gun. Zhang Jing had already fired the second steel drill.
The second guard also had a hole in his forehead.
Because it was at close range, the second man opened his eyes, but did not cause any movement and was killed directly.
Before the matter was over, Zhang Jing took the two bodies into the mithril space at an extremely fast speed, without letting the blood drip to the ground.
After doing this, Zhang Jing had time to look at the pile of things covered under the raincloth.
Gently lift it open to reveal a corner.
It turned out that what Goldfinger couldn't see was a pile of green cuties, one hundred thousand in a bundle, tightly wrapped in plastic wrap, and there were more of them, a whole pile.
No need to guess, it must be black money or money used for transactions.
However, there were not all green banknotes under the raincloth. There were also six machine guns, six shoulder-fired missiles, hundreds of landmines, and supporting ammunition, which were so loud that they burst into pieces.
Weapons are packed in new material boxes, visible to Goldfinger.
Although Zhang Jing had no interest in money and no interest in weapons, he still reluctantly put them all into the mithril space, and then began to clean up the traces, including the footprints, fingerprints, and hair on the ground and on the top of the container, trying to be as perfect as possible.
One thing is certain, no matter what, there will be traces, such as skin flakes and broken hair. In order to be as perfect as possible, Zhang Jing then started to pour gasoline on a large area. A large bucket of about 200 liters was used up.
The penultimate step was to cut the barbed wire fence on the side window of the warehouse, then turn around and light the time-delay fuse made of clothes, and then quietly leave the warehouse.
He didn't leave immediately, but watched the warehouse on fire from a distance before he escaped safely.
I didn’t interact with any strangers along the way, and I didn’t take a taxi. I used the mountain bike that came with Mithril Space to travel, covered my face with a full helmet, and arrived at the airport at seven in the morning.
Find a place to put away the motorcycle, have breakfast slowly, and call Mike at eight o'clock.
Three hours later, at 5 o'clock in the morning, the timber market caught fire. There was a roar of darkness and people near the warehouse. Many people participated in putting out the fire, and brought water and fire extinguishers.
Because it is a timber market, if it is not stopped in time, it may affect other warehouses. In fact, the fire has already burned down a warehouse next door. There are flammable fir trees inside, and the fire is difficult to stop.
By the time the fire was extinguished and everyone had dispersed, it was already broad daylight.
Immediately, the owner came to the warehouse and looked at the scorched earth and mess, and his mind was confused.
Apparently, the money was gone, the weapons were gone, and two of his men were missing.
The first suspicion is that it was done by his subordinates. They all disappeared, the phone could not be reached, the scene... a ghost scene, the scene had been completely destroyed, except for
When the water comes out, the fire extinguisher sprays foam, dry powder, and countless people's footprints, hair, and dander. ..
There is only one clue in the window. From the direction of the cut, it looks like the barbed wire has been cut from the inside, which can basically confirm the rebellion of his men.
Then we started to investigate, and it was easy to find out that the family members of the two missing men were all present, there was nothing unusual, and they didn't even know anything about it.
Is it so difficult that your family doesn’t want it anymore? Otherwise, how can we explain it?
At this point, all clues have been interrupted, but what is missing is 50 million yuan, as well as important anti-aircraft weapons. It is impossible to give up. I am determined to track it down to the end. The first thing is to find the two subordinates. I want to see them alive, and I want to see them dead. corpse.
As for the renter of the warehouse, the owner has no doubts for the time being. He also came yesterday evening. The warehouse was unlocked at that time. Two containers stored in it were locked. It was his people who opened the container door and found some machinery and equipment inside. It's still there, but it was burned beyond recognition.
On the other side, Mike is waiting for his boss at the airport.
"That warehouse caught fire in the early hours of the morning," Zhang Jing told Mike. "The equipment has been burned down. You go and deal with it. Use the usable ones and send the unusable ones to the waste disposal station for scrap."
Mike's brows twitched as he reminded his boss, "Those equipment are worth 2.6 million yuan, including a high-precision lathe from Coffel."
"It's okay," Zhang Jing seemed unconcerned, "Let's buy another one, buy two."
Buy one, smash one, and play!
"yes."
"By the way," Zhang Jing called to Mike, who had turned around, "pay attention to your safety."
Mike nodded, as if he understood something.
"Also," Zhang Jing reminded: "If you have a trustworthy friend, you can call him to work for me. Two people together are always safer than one person."
Unexpectedly, Zhang Jing said something casually, as if Mike had been waiting for a long time, looking expectantly and asked, "Is it really okay?"
"Of course," Zhang Jing agreed readily, then changed the topic and said, "Betrayal is not allowed. If you betray, not only will your debt be wiped out if you die, but your family will need to bear joint liability, including children and dogs;
If you die in the line of duty, your children will all go to Ivy League schools, and your family will receive a pension of no less than 2 million yuan; there will also be corresponding pensions for disability. "
No betrayal is allowed. Mike was prepared in his heart, but when he heard Zhang Jing say it so bluntly, he still couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart, "I understand."
After seeing Mike off, Zhang Jing did not leave. Instead, he waited outside the airport for a taxi that looked like a classic car, with a black body and a yellow top.
The driver, a white man who seemed to be of mixed Hispanic descent, handed the keys directly to Zhang Jing, "The things are in the trunk."
If you leave such a sentence, people will leave immediately.
Zhang Jing stepped forward and opened the taxi trunk. Inside were two metal boxes. After unlocking the locks, some raw materials for targeted drugs lay quietly in test tubes.
They look ordinary, but in fact these things are sold by the milligram and are very expensive.
The point is that it can save lives, and countless people need it. Unfortunately, the patent is controlled by pharmaceutical giants. It is very expensive to purchase through formal channels, and it is difficult for ordinary families to afford it.
With such money being made, it’s no wonder that even Jennifer wants to get involved.
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