After getting the information he wanted, Zhang Jing raised his hand and shot the opponent to death, and the body was put into the mithril space.
As for the so-called oath?
Sorry, Zhang Jing only believes in the God of Wealth, not God.
Then it was time to clean up. After an hour, we left the place and walked along the tunnel pipes from the ground with Smarties.
It is easy to see that the guard is obviously very tight somewhere underground, with as many as 22 rifles and pistols moving around.
Judging from other metals, there are at least 20 people at Zhang Jing's feet at this moment.
As expected, with so many people guarding one place, it is most likely a warehouse.
At this time, Zhang Jing was struggling again. Should he do it now or wait until tomorrow to rob the money and goods together?
The answer is obvious, it is best to stay safe and avoid long nights and dreams.
The tunnel was very long, and not every part was guarded. Zhang Jing dug a hole 267 meters away from the warehouse and successfully entered the dimly lit tunnel.
The tunnel is about 1.2 meters wide and 2 meters high, allowing two people to walk side by side.
With his 20-meter metal vision, Zhang Jing was so fat that he held a gun in one hand and a shield in the other and headed towards the warehouse.
The guards were very careful, no one spoke loudly, let alone made any noise, it was quiet.
But Zhang Jing knew that they were right in front.
About 13 or 14 meters away from the warehouse, Zhang Jing stopped. An A-shaped heavy bulletproof sign appeared in front of him, and two grenades appeared in his hand.
Don't hesitate, don't be soft-hearted, pull off the safety ring, and throw the two grenades heavily one after the other.
Feeling that it was not enough, I threw in the third and fourth pills.
A group of armed guards, some of whom were taking a nap with their eyes closed, and some of whom were playing cards, heard the sound of metal rolling on the ground and subconsciously looked over.
Then the rolling iron lump exploded and kept exploding.
The scene suddenly became chaotic, a lot of dust rose up, and the vision became blurred.
Taking advantage of the danger, Zhang Jing followed him into the underground warehouse, holding an enhanced version of the Aka rifle in his hand, and fired at anyone who moved or breathed.
As his fingers continued to press down, watching the blood splashing and his skull beating wildly, Zhang Jing was calm at this moment, very calm.
You can't stay calm. After all, there are about twenty people on the other side, and they might capsize in the gutter.
Forty seconds, maybe only thirty seconds, Zhang Jing was sure that he had temporarily gained control.
Then it’s harvest time, just like the piles of rice in the supermarket, 2 tons are piled in the corner.
Take them all away quickly.
Wasting no time, retrace your steps, backfill the tunnel dug by the peas, and leave multiple booby traps inside.
After reaching the ground, Zhang Jing left on a motorcycle and returned to San Antonio, 260 kilometers away.
At the same time, five people arrived at the scene of a tragic underground warehouse.
Judging by his stance, mustache, small suit, and big eyes, the man of medium height is obviously the big boss.
All the mustaches in front of them felt angry and angry, screaming to find the murderer.
The men quickly found the hole with obvious backfill marks.
Four minutes later, the explosion occurred again, and a grenade with the safety open was dug out of the hole.
The younger brother was killed on the spot, and the big boss was hit in the eye by fragments, his brain was shattered, and he died on the spot.
Zhang Jing didn't know that someone else had died because of him. He went to the suburbs of San Antonio at four in the morning, stayed at a Holiday Inn Express, and slept until noon.
If Miss Emma hadn't called, he would have slept even longer.
"Mr. Jack," Emma asked for help on the phone, "After you left, Titan still refused to cooperate with the Bible collection work."
"Miss Ava," Zhang Jing blurted out the truth, "Titan is spoiled. You need to give it some color, otherwise it will keep refusing to work."
Emma didn't expect that the cause of Titan's illness was being spoiled.
After getting professional advice from a veterinarian, Emma decided to make Titan suffer.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Jingyang lay on the bed and continued to sleep. The next second he looked at
His eyes suddenly opened, and he suddenly realized that the Confederate Army treasure might be buried on the Xu family's 20,000-acre farm.
The reason is simple, "Gettysburg" is more famous.
Just like the recently popular Zibo Barbecue, people think Zibo is a city, but in fact it is a prefecture-level city.
There are 5 districts and 3 counties below, which is huge.
But if you are not a local, when you talk about Zibo, you will instinctively feel that it is a city.
Or a small place with an understandable scope.
It's over now.
The Xu family farm covers an area of 20,000 acres. It is said that the security level is very high and they are not short of money. How to do this?
The answer is that there is a way, and Zhang Jing is already doing it, but the process is relatively slow.
Just like the godfather Vito Corleone, he has huge government connections.
The business involves pornography and gambling, but it does not involve the bakery industry.
The reason is that the bread industry has great profits in the short term, but over time it corrodes the foundation.
The godfather saw this, and so did his rivals, so he tricked the godfather's son into the bread business.
Previously, Lao Daijin asked whether the business between Greens and Xu Zhengcheng should continue?
Zhang Jing asked Lao Daijin to follow the method of "The Godfather", and the idea was to corrode the other party's roots.
It just so happens that if the replenishment is successful this time, maybe we can destroy the Xu family's roots in Citigroup in one fell swoop, and then have a snake swallow the elephant?
The mission to find the Confederate Army treasure did not fail. Zhang Jing was in a beautiful mood and went to find Xu Jiu after taking a shower.
Xu Jiu is the general manager of the Bombers football team, owning 20% of the shares and the actual manager.
There happened to be another game today, and Zhang Jing came to the Alamodome, a football stadium that was opened in May 1993 and can accommodate 65,000 spectators.
Zhang Jing saw a female manager with short hair and a capable image at the entrance to Arena No. 1.
"Long time no see," Xu Jiu greeted, "Why did you suddenly come to San Antonio?"
"It doesn't come out of the blue," Zhang Jing chatted. "I watched the game here a week ago. The Bombers beat the Texans by a wide margin."
Xu Jiu was in a good mood, "Now there are games every week. How much do you think we can earn from a game?"
"What's there to guess?" Zhang Jing refused, "I saw it all from the financial statements."
Xu Jiu's eyes seemed to be able to see through the soul, "It's not shameful to lose here. I know you never read the report. Just take a guess."
After being exposed, Zhang Jing did not blush at all and casually guessed: "800,000 yuan."
Snapped!
Xu Jiu snapped his fingers and said, "That's right. Ticket sales, advertising, and television broadcasts all add up. On average, each game can earn 1.8-1.9 million yuan. This is the result after excluding the venue rental."
"Uh," Zhang Jing was surprised. There was one game every week, "Why so many?"
"Of course the audience is willing to pay for tickets. Adult tickets are 20 yuan each, and the attendance at each game is almost full. Advertising revenue and TV broadcast revenue also contribute a lot."
Zhang Jing gave Xu Jiu a thumbs up, "You did a great job. I almost sold it in the early days."
Xu Jiu looked a little proud. She had indeed put in a lot of effort and effort to pull the bomber up.
"By the way," Xu Jiu thought of something, "Someone wants to buy a bomber and offers a small price of 7 rice dollars."
Zhang Jinggang was about to ask who it was, but when he heard the noise, he turned around and looked behind him.
A middle-aged man with an image similar to Xu Mouyin strode over with a group of suits and white shirts, high-spirited and high-spirited.
