Landed in Los Angeles, no provocation test, and entered the country briskly.
There was an x5 bulletproof car parked in the parking lot, and it drove away.
It will be replaced when the Tiger brand customized car comes.
The x5 bulletproof car is a streamlined product and is used by foreign bodyguards.
I still remember walking at a traffic light in Beverly, and a woman passing by thought she was too poor and forced her to pay her a hundred dollars.
Low profile is one of its advantages that Zhang Jing likes.
Drive to 1511 Beverly-Wallingford Avenue, where Qu Xiaoqing and Milika live.
Zhang Jing saw Lao Dai Jin in the backyard. He was playing on the swing with his three children.
After a brief greeting, Zhang Jing went straight to the point and said, "The new mission is a person from District D named Hong Bin. Someone is responsible for planning it. You send someone to execute it."
"Xu Jianying and Zhong Chaoyang have been kidnapped before," Lao Daijin reminded, "they may be fished."
Thinking about it, Zhang Ding nodded and lowered the risk: "This mission will be carried out abroad, waiting for this family to go abroad."
With nothing else to do, Zhang Jing drove away, planning to go to Santa Clara, three hundred kilometers away, to take care of the best intern and Fan Simin.
After driving the first kilometer and driving west for less than an hour, a call came in from Captain Luo Erden, whom I had not contacted for a long time.
"We have just successfully attacked the Holy Saint's lair in Borneo," Luo Erden introduced on the phone. "The skeletons of your girlfriend's parents have been found."
Sugiyama Ai almost had a mental problem because her parents' bones were taken away.
"Thank you," Zhang Jing said gratefully, "Can you please send the bones to Penang?"
"No problem," Luo Erden said politely, "No thanks, as agreed before;
The second time you saved my life, I should have worked with you, but I broke my promise. "
Luo Erden was talking about keratosis of the skin. Zhang Jing didn't care at all. Worried that he was thinking about his boss, he clicked the scissors against Zhang Jing.
"It's okay," Zhang Jing praised, "I appreciate your loyalty to General Gong."
"There is one thing you should know," Luo Erden said over the phone. "They are using local indigenous people for experiments, and they are not sure what to do."
Zhang Jing felt relaxed and asked, "Isn't it zombie poison?"
"I don't know," Luo Erden said firmly, "We saw in the laboratory a fungal spore growing in the forest rain;
They cultivated it in human bodies, and the test subjects looked terrifying. "
Zhang Jing's Adam's apple was rolling and he asked with concern: "Do you have a sample?"
"I suffered from skin keratosis once," Luo Erden said matter-of-factly. "I didn't dare to touch it at all. I burned it with a fire."
In fact, Luo Erden lied. Such a good thing was exactly what General Gong needed. Of course, he took samples before burning it.
He mentioned this matter because Zhang Jing had saved his life.
Zhang Jing didn't know that Luo Erden was hiding the truth, so he thanked him and hung up the phone.
Almost at the same time, the car was hit hard from behind, and the phone almost flew out of the window.
Subconsciously looking in the rearview mirror, a pickup truck was causing trouble.
He wasn't a killer, and it didn't look like a deliberate attack, but it didn't look like it was accidental either.
Sure enough, after the collision, the pickup truck drove up and drove alongside the bulletproof car. A black driver raised his middle finger at Zhang Jing and said, "%&*@法克fuel, #@%Why are you driving so slowly!"
Zhang Jing was speechless, because he really didn't drive fast when he answered the phone.
But is it necessary to be so grumpy?
Are you afraid that you are sick?
Not wanting to fight with the madman, Zhang Jing took off the accelerator and let the car fall behind, letting the other person go first.
As a result, he thought too well. The other party stopped the car directly in front, took out a revolver from the trunk, and grabbed a handful of bullets and put them in his pocket.
Then fire directly.
Because he had no grudges and the other party was probably still a patient, and because he didn't want to be famous, Zhang Jing drove the car back and called the police at the same time.
After contacting 911 and informing them of the location of the shooting, Zhang Jing was forced to get out of the car and continued to run away.
Because there were other cars behind, everyone was retreating, and they were finally stuck together.
The nearby security police arrived, like the most beautiful retrograde men. They faced the difficulty with long and short rifles, and soon shot the black man who shot to death on the road.
It's a pity if the same thing happens in area d.
The patient doesn't have a gun in his hand, so he can just give him a sedative in his uniform.
If the same situation is placed in an allied country, the situation changes drastically. The patient has a gun in his hand and can only be shot to death.
In particular, this scapegoat cannot be ignored.
If the Allied yamen had not sanctioned the Blanche Laboratory, these things would not have happened.
The second contact with the violent case was just a blip.
Seeing the young and beautiful Wang + Fan in Santa Clara, Zhang Jing had already forgotten about the dead and still cold road gunner.
Then comes happy time. The swimming pool, bathroom, garage, and cloakroom are all filled with the smell of battlefield and hormones.
Safety is not taken into consideration, happiness will come wherever you go, and winning the lottery is the best.
In the dead of night, Wang Sisi, who is 18+6 years old, cannot call her uncle. She can only call her brother Zhang, "Where have you been for the past time?"
"Messi Country."
"Have you ever been to Antarctica?"
"No," Zhang Jing held Wang Sisi in his left hand and shook his head gently, "The furthest distance is only Tierra del Fuego."
In the crook of her right hand, Fan Simin was already sleepy.
"Brother Zhang," Wang Guosi asked in a leisurely tone, "tell me, my mother is so smart and capable, why am I so mediocre?"
"What's wrong?" Zhang Jing asked his girlfriend from close range in the dark night.
"I can't study well, and I can't work either," Wang Sisi said in a disappointed tone, "I feel like a failure."
"Just be lucky," Zhang Jing chatted softly, "I met a friend in Messi's country, and he told me many stories, one of which was particularly interesting."
"what story?"
"It's a story, and it's also a true incident. It's about two local model couples. The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful. As a result, a baby with a frog face was born."
"Uh..." Wang Sisi guessed, "Does it have protruding eyes, lips and face?"
Zhang Jing nodded.
"Okay," Wang Sisi felt more relaxed, "If you put it this way, I am indeed very lucky."
"There is no shame in accepting mediocrity," Zhang Jing comforted his girlfriend, "I will love you forever anyway."
"Okay," Wang Sisi gave up her efforts, "I'll just be a vase."
Zhang Jing chuckled, "Not everyone can be a vase. I plan to go to the 666 Ranch tomorrow. Will you go hunting with me?"
Wang Si thought about the scene of her first run, when she innocently thought her boyfriend was serious about hunting.
Only when you reach the cornfield do you realize that the prey is yourself.
The next day.
After leaving home at 7 a.m., Zhang Jing took his girlfriend to San Francisco International Airport, planning to fly to San Antonio.
Halfway through the drive, I thought about how yesterday I was hit by a manic criminal just because I was driving slowly.
Suddenly, with a turn of the steering wheel, Zhang Jing decided to drive 400 kilometers back to Kanfen Farm and fly by himself.
Put yourself in my shoes, what would happen if someone among the passengers was infected?
Airborne infection, no incubation period, decreased sanity.
All passengers were infected, and the pilot was also infected... The picture is so beautiful.
Some people died, but not completely...
