The car is running, running very hard
"There must be satellites in the sky watching us. There is a high probability that we will be hit by drones," Volkov, sitting in the back row, crossed himself on his chest. "God bless us!"
The Christian religion has historically been divided into many sects, including hostile sects and fraternal sects.
Volkov believes in the Eastern Cult, which is a branch of the Christian Cult, and everyone thinks that he is the authentic one.
Zhang Jing is also a little scared. In theory, if he is targeted, there is basically no solution.
"Don't worry," said the Hispanic Freedom Army arranged by Greens, "we will take away the big shots, they will not directly launch missiles."
"Will there be people blocking the front?" Volkov asked, "Is there a safe route?"
"No," said the Free Army, wearing a Keslav helmet and combat uniform, "but they couldn't quickly gather enough people to stop our people."
Volkov frowned. He had a daughter and didn't want to die. He reminded him again, "Don't underestimate others."
While driving, the man with big dark brown eyes smiled calmly, as if he had taken everything for granted.
Sure enough, a drone soon flew over, flying at an ultra-low altitude, 50 meters to the left of the direction of the car, moving side by side to check the situation in the car.
The body of the big shot was covered with clothes and sitting in the back row, sandwiched on the left and right.
The purpose is for this moment to force the other party not to dare to gamble.
Brian Burrough, who was disguised as Zhang Jing, sat in the passenger seat and used an Aka rifle to attack the drone.
You can't take out the blue fire Gatling here.
Not only will it be seen by people around you, but it will also be photographed by drones.
After getting the desired information, the drone flew sideways, lifted up, and left.
Sure enough, the drone did not launch missiles. Generally speaking, as long as the person is not dead, it is easier to exchange them.
However, the matter is not over yet.
Five white-skinned members of the Freedom Army were hiding in an abandoned farmhouse on the roadside past the well where the bodies had previously been hidden.
When the car passes by, quickly shoot the driver.
did not succeed.
The car used by the big shot looks like an ordinary Chevrolet SUV, but it is actually a bulletproof car.
Continue forward and come to the rear of the Free Army in the combat zone.
In order to block the bulletproof cars of the dignitaries from leaving, more than 30 people formed a defensive line in trenches along the ancient road.
Unlike ancient battles where groups rushed in groups, the layout on the battlefield was very scattered.
There have been too many incidents of being bombarded or attacked by drones due to commanders' mistakes, celebrating birthdays, holidays, or gathering together for various reasons.
Even a pig has learned to grow.
Therefore, thirty people are a relatively large force on the front line, and they are confident of success.
When the bulletproof car holding the big shot passed by, as expected, gunshots and grenades rang out decisively.
The car passed safely and quickly, leaving behind a free and easy figure.
Falling injured in the trench, the Free Army soldiers from different regions looked at their teammates around them in disbelief, "You...you...traitor!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The four gunmen kept firing, killing their teammates from different places and at close range.
With mental arithmetic but no intention, each person can easily defeat five or six people around him by firing up grenades and rifles at the same time.
The military vehicle used for the escape was hidden in the nearby woods. After completing the mission, the four people quickly got in the vehicle and left with the big shot, heading to Area Z.
Through the rear window of the car, Volkov kept looking back, with a stunned expression and sluggish eyes. He asked in disbelief: "How many people have you hidden in the Free Army?"
Quiet.
Including Brian Burrough in disguise of Zhang Jing, no one answered Volkov's question.
In fact, there are not many in number, more than twenty in total.
First, they were trained by Shannon and Roland in the military camp in San Pedro, and then the best ones were selected to join the Free Army to collect intelligence.
The total term of each person is half a year, and 3-4 people are replaced every two months to hone the newcomers' espionage capabilities and adaptability.
Generally speaking, San Pedro is not a war zone, so it does not require pure warriors. It is best to have a flexible mind and good force value.
I have paid so much quietly behind the scenes, and today it finally pays off.
After passing the contention area and returning to Z again, Volkov's mood was so good that he burst into tears. He hugged the corpse's shoulders and laughed loudly: "This guy is a major general, I'm going to kill him!"
"Mr. Volkov," Brian Burrough, played by Zhang Jing, was sitting in the passenger seat. He turned around and stuffed the rifle that shot the big shot into Shana's father's arms, "You were the one who killed the man, do you understand?"
"Understood," Volkov nodded, sitting in the back row, "I get benefits from the people I kill, and they have nothing to do with you. Don't worry, I understand the truth."
Brian Burrough, played by Zhang Jing, nodded.
Volkov is not good at fighting, but he is sensible and knows that betrayal will lead to death. This is one of his outstanding qualities that allows him to rise from a civilian to a colonel.
Zhang Jing didn't need to worry about the rest of the matter. He said goodbye to Da Lang and left by plane from Moscow.
Seven elites trained by San Pedro, arranged by Volkov, first went to Vladivostok, and then escaped from there to Penang.
After getting a new identity.
At that time, you will either return to San Pedro, or go to the Kingdom of God or Xiangjiang to join a security company. It all depends on your personal choice.
z, Penang, San Pedro, and Kefei Island all have gloves, so some things can be done quite smoothly.
Very cool!
However, these did not fall from the sky.
Except for Xu Zehong, all the others were trained by Zhang Jing who worked hard and spent money and effort.
Look at it this way, if you want to keep having fun, you still need to cultivate more gloves.
Especially in Africa.
I can't see anything now. If something unexpected happens, it will definitely be too late to improvise. Asking others for help requires both favor and price.
Thoughts flashed through my mind.
Zhang Jing decided to cultivate a force in each of five places in Africa: east, south, west, north, and central.
It's best if you don't use it, and don't ask for help until you use it.
Our ancestors said that if you don’t worry about the long term, you will have to worry about the immediate future. This decision will most likely not be wrong.
"Hello."
When he closed his eyes and was distracted, the middle-aged man sitting next to him on the left in the business class area greeted Zhang Jing in English, "Where are you from?"
Opening his eyes, he looked at the man in his fifties, whose hair was already dyed with silver frost. He smelled the light potion on his body and chatted: "Xiangjiang."
"The per capita GDP of Xiangjiang seems to be 50,000 yuan," the man with silver-frosted hair asked curiously, "What supports its economy?"
Zhang Jingsi replied, "Finance, distribution companies, and service industries."
"I'm a doctor," the man with frost-dyed hair was probably bored on the plane, so he caught Zhang Jing and chatted, "What do you do?"
"Cattle raising."
The middle-aged man chatted and asked, "Use one sentence to sum up the current economic situation. What would you say?"
"Hmm..." Zhang Jing thought, "The price of bullwhip has dropped a lot."
"well..."
"We are in a similar situation," the man with frost-dyed hair sighed. "In the past year, I have had very few STD patients. Compared to the past, the number has been reduced by more than half."
Zhang Jing: "..."
