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Wang Jiayuan left.

Looking at the bill handed over by the boss, Han Xiaodong settled the bill listlessly.

The two of them didn't spend much time together, and they would be interrupted by such sudden accidents every time, which made him want to get rid of the creator as soon as possible, otherwise there would be no rest in the days to come .

Looking at the phone, the light spot on it has changed places at this time, and the map shows that it used to be an office.

During the civil war, few people still work in the office. This kind of place is the safest place. Tata’s trauma was healed by Han Xiaodong, but Imola was not so lucky.

He received a good beating before, and was kicked by Wang Jiayuan later. His injury may not be healed so easily. It is reasonable to find a place to hide first, and heal his injury.

Han Xiaodong wasn't in a hurry. From the beginning, he didn't expect these guys to return to that training ground immediately.

If such a big event happened, it would be impossible to go back and report it. It would be a matter of time before he showed his feet. As long as he had patience, the prey would definitely lead him to their lair.

There was nothing to do now, so Han Xiaodong finished the last cup of tea on the table, borrowed the back door from the boss and walked out of the restaurant.

The person monitoring him had already been knocked out and hid, and the two of them couldn't wake up for a while. Even so, Han Xiaodong used holographic technology to project himself into the appearance of a local.

It's just that Wang Jiayuan gave up the car when she left, and Han Xiaodong can only walk hard now.

After leaving the door, Han Xiaodong chose a small path to walk through, and the destination was the residence of the two stalkers.According to them, there were more than forty people like them living in that settlement.

These people are all the executors of the Creator's actions, and their uplines will appear regularly every day to assign them tasks.

After passing through more than a dozen dilapidated alleys, Han Xiaodong finally arrived at the stalker's residence.

It's just that he had just arrived at the place when he realized that he was a step late. The three-story building had already been surrounded by a group of militants.

Those people were all holding guns in their hands, and they were dragging out a dozen or so guys who had been beaten out of shape from the building.

Han Xiaodong watched the militants from a distance, dragged them to the small square in front of the apartment, threw them on the ground and beat them violently again, as if there was some unresolved hatred between the two sides.

This turn of events made him completely unpredictable. It is said that these people are the secret chess pieces of the creator, and even the white dove's spies haven't found them. How could they be caught by a group of militants?Could it be that the intelligence network of these militants is more powerful than professional intelligence agencies?
Even if the intelligence of the base is more powerful, the person in charge of the al-Qaeda organization was still negotiating with the Creator's magical soldiers just now. If he hadn't disrupted the situation himself, the two sides might have already reached a cooperation result.

Now it's a bit too unreasonable to say that you turn your face, or even directly dig out the creator's lair.

After all, terrorists are not thugs. Everything they do seems illogical, but there are strong interests behind them. If there is no room for retaliation, they will not tear their faces openly.

Han Xiaodong rubbed his chin, his mind was spinning, but he still couldn't figure out the mystery.

Suddenly, there was a clear and loud sound, someone fired the first shot, and then, the gunshots were like drums beating randomly, crackling continuously.

In an instant, more than a dozen people turned into cold corpses, lying motionless on the ground, while the militants began to check whether the executed person was dead or not.

All of this happened so quickly that it was too late for people to be shocked. A dozen lives that were still alive just now turned into dead souls.

Although they are the executors recruited by the creator, in essence these people have done nothing wrong.

In such a chaotic situation, the war destroys everything, and these people are just looking for a living.

Taking a step back, even if they have done something that hurt others, they should not have suffered such a sudden massacre.To be able to kill this killer, those militants must have received very firm orders.

After checking the bodies, most of the militants boarded the jeep and drove away after confirming that there were no survivors.

Four other people were left behind, who piled items from the apartment with the bodies and doused them with petrol, apparently in preparation to burn the evidence.

Seeing this scene, Han Xiaodong finally couldn't bear it any longer. With both feet, he rushed towards the four guys who were holding the gasoline cans like a phantom. In just one breath, all four guys flew into the air and fell heavily. on the ground.

Han Xiaodong grabbed one of them, pointed a gun at his head and asked sharply, "Say! Who told you to do this?!"

The guy who was caught was knocked down suddenly, he was in a daze, but suddenly he came out and asked him fiercely, he was at a loss for a while.

The man subconsciously wanted to reach out to touch the pistol at his waist, and when he put his hand on his waist, he found that it was empty. He collected himself and looked at the person who was threatening him, only to realize that it was the gun that was pointing at his head. Own that gun.

The experience like hitting a ghost made the militant panic instantly. He had never experienced this scene before, and he seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. Pointing to the head...

"I... you... who?!"

The militant who was pinned to the ground panicked and spoke incoherently. Han Xiaodong didn't have the patience to wait for this man to recover. He was the only one who shot just now, so there is no need to be polite to him.

He raised his pistol and hit the militant's head with the butt of the gun, immediately punching a hole in his head, and blood flowed down all of a sudden, covering the militant's eyes.

"What nonsense! Answer the question!" Han Xiaodong shouted sharply.

These base militants have not done any good things in this area. Not to mention their brutality, many of them are still diehards. If you don’t ask for some useful information while he is in a daze, wait for someone to calm down and think about it. Interrogation may be difficult.

Although the goal can be achieved with some technical means, Han Xiaodong doesn't have that much patience, at least not with these trash fish.

"Don't, don't hit me, I said, I said." I don't know if it was because of the pain, or because he was frightened by the blood flowing into his eyes, the militant raised his hand and begged for mercy loudly.

"Who the hell are you guys?! Who gave the order to kill them?!" Han Xiaodong repeated the question again, this time, his tone became more severe.

"Yes...it is Mr. Kong Weiqi, he gave the order." The militants were already crying, which showed that they were really scared.

"Who is Kong Weiqi?" Hearing this name, Han Xiaodong couldn't help but feel a little strange, because it is not a typical Middle Eastern name.

"It's a magic soldier, Master Kong Weiqi is a magic soldier!" the militants cried out hoarsely.