Zhang Jing didn't know that Greens was trying to show off.
After resting for an hour in the hotel room, eating and drinking, he picked up the phone Greens left for him in the room.
Then came to the hotel rooftop.
The Hilton Hotel has a total of 20 floors, which is considered a relatively tall building in the city. The rooftop view is unique.
I briefly stepped over the spot and came back again at 11pm.
After releasing Smarties to guard the stairs, Zhang Jing started to cause trouble.
The upper limit of the 77's range is forty kilometers, and the target location is a mansion next to the big lake 13 kilometers due west of the city on the outskirts.
Zhang Jing first installed a roof-covering net, and then adjusted the shooting angle according to the coordinates given by Greens.
Normally, this thing requires five people to operate, and it only takes 2 minutes to unfold the 10-meter-long artillery from the retracted state to firing.
Zhang Jing was alone and worked slowly for 20 minutes.
Get ready, just when Zhang Jing was about to shoot, Greens suddenly sent a message.
"Target left residence, shooting canceled."
Speechless, is it necessary to go out in the middle of the night? You can order takeout.
After putting away the artillery, putting away the camouflage, and cleaning up the traces, Zhang Jing returned to his room to sleep.
Noleta, who had just closed the door and had loose skin, called.
"Three hours ago, part of the colonial treasures were robbed from the government office in Costa Rica," Noleta said excitedly on the phone, "Someone succeeded!"
Zhang Jing was shocked. Birds died for food, and people died for money. It was crazy.
The matter was none of his own and Zhang Jing held his Smarties in his arms until dawn.
My old problem is that I can't sleep on a strange bed, and I get a headache when I can't sleep; I have to hold something soft, not a pillow.
No words in the middle of the night.
After going out at nine o'clock in the morning, Zhang Jing met Haimo, nicknamed Honest Man, in a cafe.
Heimer's full name is Ralph Heimer.
A middle-aged man in his forties with no beard, short hair, white skin and reddish skin.
"Long time no see," Haimo looked at Zhang Jing and said hello, "How are you doing lately?"
"You know there are a lot of bad people in this world, and I'm trying to stay alive," Zhang Jing shrugged.
Haimo didn't want to complain, he always felt like the worst person in the world was sitting across from him.
However, after getting along with him for such a long time, Haimo knew that Zhang Jing was quite reliable and had a bottom line.
"You should visit Berlin if you get a chance."
"What's in Berlin?" Zhang Jing asked.
"The Jews cannot take away their wealth," Heimer shrugged. "And they died in the war due to various accidents and have been forgotten."
Zhang Jing felt something, "Do you have any specific information?"
"If so," Hemmer asked humorously, "would I tell you?"
Zhang Jing was speechless.
"Look carefully for those abandoned buildings and cellars," Heimer reminded. "Maybe you can find something, what if?"
Zhang Jing nodded, "Whatever you need, I'll provide it to you."
"Money," said Haimo, who appeared to be a free man but was actually working for Zhang Jing. He only occasionally did some good things, so he was not polite in making requests, "and weapons."
"It's best to rent a single-family house to get some peace and quiet in the middle of the hustle and bustle," Zhang Jing requested. "Send me the address later and don't leave anyone there."
Haimer nodded and immediately went to execute it after drinking the coffee.
Because of the tough folk customs, Zhang Jing grabbed a car after leaving the cafe and wandered around San Pedro.
Generally speaking, because it was once a Spanish colony, the architectural style, streets and alleys here are very Spanish-style.
It’s just that it’s too poor, too dirty, and there are many shady things going on.
Trading bread-making raw materials, trading fire-breathing sticks, buying love, robbing the rich and giving to the poor are all considered kind.
It is not uncommon for young girls to be forcibly bought and robbed, people to be resold, and good girls to be raped.
Passing by the backyard of a bakery, Zhang Jing drove over and then turned back.
Wear a tailor
He was wearing cut yoga pants, holding a silencer pistol in his right hand, and a bulletproof shield in his right hand as he pushed out of the car.
He strode to the iron door of the backyard and emptied seven rounds of magazines through the door.
Then he walked directly in, changed his mobile phone, and shot each of the two guards who were lying in a pool of blood.
Killing people and setting fires just to take away six sturdy wooden boxes.
The iron gate was also taken away. There were bullet holes in it. It was too unbelievable to see the murder through perspective.
He continued to wander around and grabbed two more places in the next six hours. By this time, Haimo had rented a house in the suburbs, and Zhang Jing rushed over to deliver the goods.
It is a double-story building with the front door facing the street. The internal single-story area is about 70 square meters and there is a 40-square-meter backyard.
After releasing Smart Beans and Wrist Beans, Zhang Jing stood in the backyard and looked around. There was nothing special and no secrets at all.
Noticing a pile of leftover green bricks from the courtyard wall in the corner, Zhang Jing stepped forward and removed them piece by piece.
"Dig an underground passage out."
The arm bean is a pangolin that likes to dig holes and executes immediately.
It was a busy four days and nights.
A tunnel with an average depth of 15 meters, a height of about 1.5 meters, and a total length of about 3 kilometers was dug, leaving some special arrangements in it.
On the fifth day, information about the shelling came again. Before leaving, Zhang Jing left behind the stolen weapons and local currency.
Afterwards, we returned to the Hilton Hotel via a familiar road.
Late at night, Zhang Jing went to the rooftop on the 20th floor again, set up a camouflage net, and took out the artillery. His target was still the lakeside villa 13 kilometers away.
Because the artillery was deployed before and the angle was kept as it was, this time it just needed to be accurate and it would take five minutes to launch.
There was a loud bang, and the shells shot out.
Without enough time to fire a second shot, Zhang Jing put away the artillery, put away the camouflage net, quickly cleared the scene, and then left casually.
Move the time forward two minutes.
Rosales, a civil servant sent by the capital, was in the garage admiring a batch of colonial treasures that had just been delivered in the evening.
Yes, exactly what was stolen from Costa Rica.
I don’t know if there are any dark transactions or dirty tricks behind it.
There are many good things, and the more I see them, the more I like them, and Rosales also performs the rich man dance.
Feeling the sound of wind behind her, Rosales subconsciously turned around.
He only had time to see a cannonball that was hot and red as it rubbed against the air and crashed into his arms. Rosales' limbs were shattered in the next second.
The explosion happened simultaneously, and the earth shook.
At the same time, not far away, Shannon was monitoring the villa where Rosales lived through a telescope and called his superiors.
"It missed," Shannon reported on the phone. "The shell hit the garage, more than 20 meters away from Rosales' bedroom. The target is most likely alive."
Lao Daijin was speechless. He didn't expect his luck to be so bad. Why was he so far behind?
But that’s all.
As mentioned before, bombardment can only be provided once a year at most.
Two days later, it was now established that Rosales was missing in the explosion.
Yes, it is missing.
Because not even a hair could be found, this situation indicates that the target was at the center of the explosion at that time. Chinese website
But how is it possible?
No matter what, Rosales disappeared, Greens' goal was achieved, and one of his own was promoted to the position of battalion commander.
The next plan is to create large-scale chaos, control more power, and finally obtain a stable washing*washing*washing* environment.
Zhang Jing didn't know that Gegelins was shady and had a sinister conscience. At the same time, he had already seen the little cow in Cyprus.
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