To explain one more thing, Zhang Jing is not a bad person. The reason why he is like this is all Barbie's fault.
When he first arrived in Seattle, the experience of forcibly buying Manor No. 1049 was still fresh in Zhang Jing's memory and changed his perception.
The city of Zhitomir is very small. Not long after we left the hotel, a fat newcomer with large tattoos came to pick us up in the dark night. We drove about 2 kilometers to the train station and parked in the shadow of a building.
There is a back door to the building, and Shannon and other friends are waiting indoors.
Zhang Jingshun put his backpack on the dining table with a clang sound, which was obviously not light.
Everyone guessed that there were weapons inside.
"The target is a warehouse 100 meters away," Shannon watched as everyone arranged the task. "We need to kill the guards as quickly as possible with the minimum movement. Roland and I will be the main attack, and you will provide support."
"No," Zhang Jing had a different opinion, "This is a mission and a test, for newcomers."
Without giving the angry newcomer a chance to refute, Zhang Jing added: "If you are afraid, you can withdraw now."
The six newcomers looked at each other silently, and no one objected.
It took ten minutes to redistribute tasks, and Shannon and the six newcomers set off first.
The distance of one hundred meters is not too far. The seven people walked along the shadow of the corner and quickly arrived outside the courtyard wall of the target building.
Zhang Jing and Roland set off two minutes apart.
At this time, Zhang Jing discovered that the silence around him at night was terrifying. Not to mention the lights, there was no sound of dogs barking, and there was no popularity at all. The war was too scary.
Just when Zhang Jing lamented the horror of war, Lao Daijin received a text message from Shannon three kilometers away and used a grenade to create two explosions.
Affected by the explosion, there was finally some movement in the small town. Air-raid sirens and police cars sounded one after another, and the limited security forces rushed to the Duankaz Hotel.
Waiting for almost all the public forces to be attracted away, Shannon led six newcomers into the target warehouse from the front and rear directions, and a gun battle followed directly.
Zhang Jing and Roland stayed behind to ensure that the boss would not fall into a box, and then Roland entered the courtyard.
I thought the newcomers would fight hard, but I didn't expect it to be pretty good. They were surrounded from both sides and the fourteen guards were eliminated within a minute.
Slowly walking past the warehouse gate where trucks can run, and entering the metal warehouse, Zhang Jing happened to see a newcomer executing the injured guard.
This made his brows twitch. The newcomers looked at the prison as arrogant, but in reality they were all ruthless people.
"Oss," Shannon said as he found cash in the trunk of an SV, "Here's the money."
After Shannon reminded him, Zhang Jing looked away from the newcomer and looked at the entire warehouse.
The warehouse is about 1,200 square meters in size. In addition to two SV cars, there are also three trucks and three artillery pieces. There are a large number of artillery shells in the carriages.
Others include some heavy mines and disposable shoulder-fired anti-armor missiles.
After passing several corpses, he saw that the faces of the dead were all white Europeans. Zhang Jing expressed deep sympathy for their deaths and hoped that they would be safe in the next life.
When I came to Shannon's side, I took a closer look in the trunk. It turned out to be Euro cash, about 40 to 50 million.
Time waits for no one, so Zhang Jing directly ordered his employees, "I'm going to detonate these bombs. You go first, and I'll arrive later."
Shannon and Roland turned around and ran away without saying a word.
The six newcomers were surprised by the fierceness of their boss, and their reaction was a step slow, and they quickly ran away.
After confirming that the employee left, Zhang Jing first collected the money into the Mithril space.
Fortunately, the three artillery pieces and the three trucks were not involved. The two artillery pieces and the two trucks were taken into the mithril space by Zhang Jing, leaving one and the others in place.
Heavy mines and disposable shoulder-fired missiles took away half, three hundred and fifty respectively.
In the final step, take out a barrel of about 200 liters of gasoline, pour it on the ground, stretch it as long as possible, and then ignite it.
Then it was time to escape. Zhang Jing ran at the speed of a black man in three seconds.
Don't dare to run too slow. Not to mention landmines. There are only about 60 bombs left in a truck. Look at their calibers.
, one shot is enough to destroy surrounding creatures within 30-50 meters.
60 pieces together...
Thinking of this, Zhang Jing used all his strength, like the wind, to break 100 meters in nine seconds!
When he reached his footing, there was a huge explosion behind him, and the ground was unstable. Zhang Jing was knocked to the ground by the shock, his head was buzzing, and stars were shining in his eyes.
When he turned around, he saw flames rising into the sky behind him, lighting up the night sky across the city.
Roland helped the grumpy boss up from the ground and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Zhang Jing worried, "Are we exposed to any risk?"
"Don't worry, there definitely isn't." Looking at the explosion that burst into flames, Roland changed the topic and said, "Even if there was, it's gone now."
Zhang Jing nodded and understood the reason. Even if there was a risk of exposure, it had been wiped out by the huge explosion.
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At dawn, Zhang Jing boldly returned to the explosion site again, following the few remaining residents of the small town to watch the excitement.
Centered on the explosion, not only the warehouse no longer existed, but also the nearby residential buildings within 30 meters. A large number of buildings collapsed within 50 meters, and a deep pit the size of a pond appeared in the center of the explosion.
His legs were weak from the power of the bomb. Zhang Jing silently left the crowd and took out his mobile phone to send a message to Xie Dedan, threatening: "I'm going home!"
He scared himself to death, and Zhang Jing didn't want to stay in this ghost place for a second.
Xie Dedan was far away in Los Angeles and already knew that the city of Zhitomir was attacked by an air raid last night.
It is said that the target of the Maoist air strike was an export weapons transfer station located in a residential area. The explosion caused the collapse of a large number of residential buildings.
Fortunately, due to the war, most of the people had fled, and nine of the ten rooms were empty. Those who stayed slept in the basement at night, so there were no civilian casualties.
Originally wanting to wait, worried that Zhang Jing would give up the choice, Xie Dedan replied: "Looking for the owner of Duanqazi Hotel."
"Mai Maibi!" Zhang Jing cursed secretly and returned to the hotel.
On the fifth floor of the hotel, I found the owner of Duankaz Hotel and his bodyguard in an antique office.
This is a man in his sixties with silver hair. He looks good and has a gentlemanly demeanor.
"Where is the money?" Zhang Jing asked the old man straight to the point.
"Inside the abandoned truck in the backyard."
"Also," Zhang Jing asked in a bad tone, "where are the one hundred pieces of art?". new
"They don't belong to you," the old man reminded. "Your job is to take the money away."
Zhang Jing was too lazy to talk nonsense and reached out to his lower back. A pistol appeared in his hand, pointed at the old man, and counted down: "3, 2..."
"You're not loaded." The old man looked calm, whether he was pretending to be calm or pretending to be cool.
Zhang Jing moved the muzzle of the gun to the left, pointed it at the bodyguard next to him, and pressed the trigger without any hesitation.
There was a gunshot and the bodyguard was shot in the forehead. The soft cotton was lying on the ground. The old man was in disbelief. He reacted and roared at Zhang Jing, "Asshole, you killed my nephew!"
Zhang Jing pointed the gun at the old man again and asked in a calm tone: "Where are those works of art?"
"In the basement, there are no more than a hundred items. Twenty-five items were confiscated due to transportation problems." The old man did not dare to risk his life. "I will take you there."
Zhang Jing asked again: "What is the situation of Noleta and her team now?"
"If they fail and are caught," the old man said, "they need to serve on the front line for six months."
