"List everything you have done for Zhao Li over the years. Write it down in detail. We will send someone to follow up and check."
The young man with his back to the stars and bright moon outside the window put away the Colt Python and looked at Du Lei who was still kneeling on the ground in a daze and said.
"Yes Yes Yes."
The man's eyes were a little dull, as if he had not yet escaped from the fear of death, but his body nodded instinctively.
"How much do you know about the contact person who is usually responsible for receiving this batch of goods? Just take me to see the handover location you originally agreed on. Maybe they don't know that the goods have been intercepted by others halfway."
Si Yao leaned against the edge of the desk and tilted his head.
The reason why this question is not asked at the beginning is because only by breaking the other party's defenses can we take further action.
It sounds like the same steps as falling in love, but unfortunately I am also a straight man.
"Hey, why should I say that?" Si Yao's thoughts suddenly wandered.
However, before the man could answer, the rustling sound of electricity came from the miniature headset hidden in the cochlea.
"Team Division, there's something going on. A guy wrapped in a black cloak and wearing a bull's head mask, whose physical features cannot be seen clearly is approaching your location."
The bad guys work in a team of seven and learn almost everything including assault, assassination, pursuit, torture, scouting, pharmacology, and programming. The team members have a tacit understanding of each other, and if you pick them out individually, they may be better than Cassel Academy. The elites of super bloodline are slightly inferior, but their execution ability after becoming an organization is terrifying.
Able to mix mixed-race individuals who were born unruly into one place and train them in a military way for more than ten years. Except for the orthodox, an ancient and mysterious ethnic group that has been passed down from generation to generation, no organization can have such cohesion.
After all, the last time I heard about the prototype of the concept of building this kind of hybrid army was in a project report by an old professor of the history department who was also a mixed race on how the First Emperor unified the world.
In this mission, considering that the target would be too large for seven people to act at the same time, and because the employees of Changfeng Logistics are all ordinary people, Si Yao only brought one scout and one sniper, who were responsible for spotting and remote monitoring. .
Si Yao's eyes lit up when he heard the words from the scout, and he immediately gave an order to the sniper lurking on the rooftop of the building in the distance: "Zhao Kui, don't hurt his vitals, it's probably a big fish."
Although he had not personally visited the accident scene at the entrance of the Xicheng Tunnel, Si Yao already knew from the photo faxes and text messages sent that the person who robbed the goods left by Zhao Li on the way was a person with a high-risk word spirit, Lei Chi. The fallen hybrid.
"boom!"
At the same time as Si Yao gave the order, the sound of gravel splashing on the wall after sniper bullets were specially silenced could be heard outside the two-story building.
The shot that was supposed to cause injury missed!
Before Si Yao went upstairs alone, in order to prevent Du Lei from escaping, he deliberately searched for the safe passage of the building and determined that the only staircase that could go directly to the second floor was the one controlled by the door.
The young man's hands began to slowly take out two pure silver German-made P229 pistols from his trousers pockets and placed them against the door. He held his breath and listened to the movement downstairs. With the hearing strengthened by the dragon blood, if ordinary people were to get close to him, Within a range of three meters, even the sound of breathing can be clearly heard.
Although many of his shooting skills were learned from Viscount Charlotte "Silver Wing", one of the organizers of Cassel College, as a young man, he still has to say that the age of the old guy is over, and the development of science and technology in the past hundred years has already Beyond the imagination of our ancestors.
That Colt Python is just a collection for playing Russian roulette with the gamblers. At critical moments, it is worth trusting his life to rely on these two specially customized military semi-automatic pistols in his hands.
"Si Di, Zhao Kui, report your situation in order."
Si Yao, who still didn't hear any footsteps after waiting for a long time, called in a low voice on the call channel again, but no sound came out. The quiet atmosphere made the situation weird and dangerous.
Something's wrong!
Si Yao immediately glanced at Du Lei, who was still kneeling in a daze, and said in a low voice: "If you don't want to die, just find a cover for me and hide."
Then the young man didn't care whether the other party heard him clearly. He immediately turned the door handle, kicked the door sideways, and rushed out of the office with guns in both hands. Two P229s, one behind the other, blocked the visible stairs. blind spot.
However, the entire small building was empty, and even the logistics company employee who had casually knocked down the stairs when Si Yao broke in disappeared without a trace.
"Snapped!"
A crisp snap of fingers suddenly came from behind him. Si Yao reacted quickly and turned back to the room with a gun. He only saw a guy wrapped in a large black robe jumping in from the window. He had a pale face and a pointed chin. A human face mask with iron-green scales spreading on both sides of the mask near the earlobes. From a distance, it looks like a person with hollow features. There are two slender green snakes hanging on the ears. The light of the golden pupils shines slightly from the mask's eye sockets. Bright.
Du Lei, who was originally kneeling on the ground, was grabbing his neck with a red face and looking at Si Yao in great pain. He wanted to open his mouth for help but it seemed that no sound came out.
"Who are you?"
The young man glanced at Du Lei's current state with his peripheral vision, while vigilantly pointing two guns at the strange guy standing in front of the window.
It can be seen from Du Lei's performance that this guy's speech spirit should be the ability to control the air around him like Yin Lei or Wuchen Land.
"Three catastrophes occurred in the Celestial God Church, and the wind hit Yujiang."
I thought I could only get a perfunctory answer and needed to analyze it carefully, but I didn't expect that the guy in front of me reported his name indifferently. Although Chinese is a bit jerky, the pronunciation is very standard.
"Church of God, shouldn't you be operating along the Nile River basin on the African continent? Moreover, the name Yujiang should come from the "Book of Mountains and Seas". In the North Sea, there is a god with a human face and a bird's body, and Er, two green snakes. The name of the two red snakes is Yu Qiang. Since you are not of my race, how can you deserve to be called this name?"
Si Yao's eyes were cold and he sneered disdainfully, as if to arouse the other party's anger.
After all, among the mixed-race organizations in the world, only the Celestial Church acts in the most secretive manner. They bring God's blessings to the world along the Nile River in the name of spreading faith and influencing believers.
Both the orthodox and Kassel colleges have sent people to Africa to collect information about this church, but it is difficult for the commissioners to gain anything in front of the devout converts.
I only know that one of the characteristics of the followers of the Tenjin Church is that from now on they must wear masks with green faces and fangs like ghosts and gods. They are not allowed to reveal their true faces in front of others at will. Even when eating, they sit alone until death. When buried in the coffin, the mask is not allowed to be removed.
This kind of behavior is promoted by senior figures in the church as "feeding the gods with one's body." After death, the soul of a devout believer will be attracted by the god he has served all his life and enter the immortal kingdom of god, becoming the god under the god. Enjoy the bliss of immortality as a servant.
