Waiters with guns were clearing tables.
Montes Bay was lying on the sofa to rest. Zhang Jing straightened his clothes and walked towards the restaurant. He took the initiative to greet the two waiters, "I'm not full yet, so leave the pork chop and salad."
Two female waiters, one fat and one thin.
He is a fat man in his forties with a naive appearance that makes you ask, "Where's the ham?"
"No need for ham," Zhang Jing said with a relaxed smile, "If you like it, take it to the dormitory and enjoy it. Happy Christmas Eve."
"Thank you," the fat waiter said happily, "the ham is delicious."
Zhang Jing was not nervous at all and nodded in approval.
"Is Miss Bei okay?"
The waitress in her thirties looked towards the living room and pretended to be concerned.
"She's pretty good," Zhang Jing looked towards the aisle behind them and said hello, "Mr. Jonathan"
Instinctively, the two waiters turned back.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Jing crossed the dining table and quickly grabbed the thin waitress who had a weapon hidden on her body.
Under the surprised gaze of the fat waiter, Zhang Jing found the pistol from her companion.
"How do you know?" the thin waitress with a brown ponytail asked in disbelief.
Zhang Jing chuckled, "What do you think?"
"Someone betrayed me."
Zhang Jing acquiesced that this explanation was quite good.
Soon, Jonathan rushed over, and then he realized that the gunshots outside the castle were coming from the east and west.
The real danger comes from within.
The thin waitress quickly confessed that she had been bribed with 1 million pounds in order to make a noise from outside the castle's front door, and she used a pistol to kill Montes Bay inside.
After success, use the rope to escape from the back wall of the castle.
The plan is very simple and there are no tricks to figure it all out.
In fact, the simpler the plan, the higher the success rate of implementation.
However, Zhang Jing and Jonathan still underestimated the enemy's determination. After about five or six minutes, they guessed that the assassination attempt by the internal acquisition personnel failed, and the enemy chose to launch an attack from the air.
Faintly hearing a sharp whistling sound, Zhang Jing knocked Zhang Bei down at close range.
Then there was a violent explosion from the window directly east of the living room, and a suicide drone the size of a switchblade slammed into the bulletproof glass.
The moment the explosion occurred, Zhang Jing felt like the world was spinning, his vision was blurred, and his ears were roaring.
It was confirmed that Zhang Bei, who was pinned down, was unconscious and not dead.
Ignoring Jonathan, who was knocked away by the explosion, Zhang Jing stumbled to his feet and rushed to the restaurant next door, which turned out to be a temporary baby room converted from the library.
Zhang Shu, who was less than three months old, was crying loudly in his crib.
After carefully looking over the baby's body, Zhang Jing breathed a sigh of relief.
He quickly put on his body armor, hugged his son who couldn't stop crying, and returned to the living room again. Zhang Bei, Jonathan, and the thin waitress were still in a coma.
Two bodyguards who were working outside were checking on them.
"Mr. Zhang," the young bodyguard named Xiang Te asked, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay," Zhang Jingqi scolded, "I didn't expect the Amu people to be so cruel."
"Perhaps not from Amu."
"Huh?" Zhang Jing looked at the young man who spoke in surprise, "What's your name?"
"Hunter, Hunter Burrough."
"Why do you say you are not from Amu?"
"Let's see who makes the most profit."
"The idea is very smart," Zhang Jing praised in an attitude. "When Jonathan wakes up, tell him your guess. Now you go outside and guard the vantage point."
Hunter Burrough and his friends should leave.
There was no one else, so Zhang Jing bit his son's back collar, holding Zhang Bei in his left hand and Jonathan in his right hand, intending to send them to the basement to avoid danger.
After walking a few steps, I heard a sharp whistling sound again.
While running faster, the inhumane 'second strike method' came to mind.
After the first strike, a second strike on the same place after a short interval will often have a better impact than the first sudden strike.
The next second.
The second suicide drone passed through the previously opened hole, rushed into the living room, and exploded with a bang.
Zhang Jing was unsteady and took two steps forward.
Fortunately, it was separated by a solid wall and was not directly hit.
Stabilizing his body, Zhang Jing quickly rushed to the basement, found a utility room, and left the three of them inside.
The baby was crying very loudly. There was nothing that could be done about it. Zhang Jing could do his best to guard the entrances to the first floor and basement.
Returning to the first floor, the betrayed waiter has died in the explosion.
Fortunately, the fat waiter had returned to the employee's quarters early and was not in the main house.
Worried about a third suicide drone, Zhang Jing hid his body at the top of the stairs, holding the AA-12 in his hand, and waited quietly for the conflict to end.
In fact, the conflict ended after the second drone explosion, and the invaders did not choose to attack by force.
The whole process consists of two big steps and four small steps.
Big step one: fire a shot in the direction of the main entrance and the inner ghost will be dispatched.
Big step two: first suicide drone, second suicide drone.
It seems simple, but in fact it is the cheapest and most effective way to attack.
Whoever planned this attack was a genius.
In the basement.
Godfather Jonathan woke up before Zhang Bei, and Zhang Jing briefly described what happened after he fell into coma.
Hearing that Montes Bay was being used by the enemy as a "second strike method," Jonathan was so angry that he almost bit off his tongue.
"Hunter Burrough said that the attacker may not be an Ammu," Zhang Jing reminded, holding his mixed-race son in his arms, "The reason is who benefits the most and who is the most suspect."
"I will find out," Jonathan lowered his head heavily. "There will be a price to pay behind the scenes."
Zhang Jing felt that the world was too dangerous and told the strong middle-aged man, "Learn a lesson from this time and don't let Zhang Bei encounter such danger next time."
Jonathan lowered his head again and immediately mobilized his forces to investigate behind the attack.
Zhang Jing has two things to do next.
One, send the Canadian dollars that are being counterfeited to other areas for trading on behalf of Wen Li, and the money is still being counterfeited.
Second, Horsi said that the mining companies in Ulaanbaatar's alliance area were about to be forced to evacuate, and he planned to meet with General Gong to see if there was any leakage that could be grabbed.
Neither of these two things was so urgent. Zhang Jing decided to stay in the Blood Castle for a while and wait for Jonathan to find out what was going on behind the scenes.
Three hours after the attack, Zhang Bei slowly woke up from the mattress in the basement at 11:30 p.m.
After confirming that he was still alive, Zhang Jing was still around, and his adopted son was safe, Zhang Bei started to cry within four or five seconds of reaction.
Mom cries.
Zhang Shi, who was already asleep and less than three months old, started crying.
Instinctively, Montes Bay had to get up to make milk for his adopted son.
Zhang Jing stopped his girlfriend from getting up, "Zhang Shi just drank milk, don't worry or be nervous;
Three hours have passed since the attack and we are now in the basement, safe. "
Hearing this, Zhang Bei stopped crying, held Zhang Mo in his arms, and hummed a children's song softly.
Looking at Montes Bay, who is only 19 years old and already a decent mother, Zhang Jing feels like sunshine shining into the basement.
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