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Cheng Ling listened to the movement outside the door, and said to the shit-shoveling officer, "How much ammunition does the drone have?"

There is a disposable shooting device on the mini reconnaissance plane, which can assist the attack if necessary.

"Not many, only twenty rounds." In order to reach the target location as quickly as possible, the smallest size magazine was filled by the shit shoveler himself.

"Let the drone go to the roof of the main building to attract attention, and then divert the maneuvering force to the periphery. The more chaos the better."

The shit shovel officer expressed his understanding, and immediately began to concentrate on controlling the drone.

Cheng Ling looked at Zhong Zhe, and signaled him with his hands not to act yet.

Afterwards, he pressed close to the warehouse door and listened carefully to the movement outside, took out a grenade from the combat pouch, opened the door a thin crack at lightning speed, and threw the grenade.

"Run!" Cheng Ling yelled at Zhong Zhe and closed the door tightly.

The two ran straight to the depths of the warehouse.

Two seconds later, there was a loud noise outside the door, followed by a wave of air, which almost opened the entire warehouse door.

Flying rock fragments leaked out from the pried-open door, and Zhong Zhe was pushed to the ground by the air wave. When he fell, Cheng Ling jumped onto his back, blocking most of the flying debris.

After the explosion, Zhong Zhe's ears kept rumbling, and he couldn't help covering his ears with his hands, his left ear twitched in pain.

Cheng Ling had already got up, pulled him up, and before he could speak, pulled him and staggered out the door.

The passage outside the warehouse was littered with corpses, and flesh and blood splashed on the ceiling and walls on both sides. Zhong Zhe tried not to let his eyes stay on these pictures, and followed the route Cheng Ling had stepped on, staring at his back, all the way straight run out.

The two came to the end of the passage, and Zhong Zhe was about to rush into the elevator when he saw Cheng Ling push open the side door of the rescue passage.

Zhong Zhe heard him saying to the logistics support: "Send all the elevators to the first floor to attract attention, and then cut off the elevator control system. What happened to the drone?"

The excrement shoveler was operating vigorously, attracting a group of people to run around in the factory area, and blurted out: "It's exciting, it's as good as the operation game. Oh, report to the officer, most of the troops have been attracted so far, stay There should be less than ten people left in the main building."

Cheng Ling knew it well, and led Zhong Zhe to the lobby on the first floor.

The excrement shoveler glanced back at the entire art space floor plan on the sub-screen, wondering if he should make it bigger.

When he was about to turn out of the fire exit, Cheng Ling pulled Zhong Zhe behind him, "I'll go out first, wait for my signal, and you come out again, after you go out, just run to the left side door, do you hear me clearly?"

"Clear!" Zhong Zhe took a deep breath to get ready.

Cheng Ling stepped sideways into the hall.

The gunshots rang out immediately, and calm returned after a while.Zhong Zhe had already made preparations. As soon as the gunshots stopped, he opened the fire door. Cheng Ling just turned his head to signal him, and he hurriedly followed him to the left exit.

The distance from the rescue passage to the exit on the left was only a dozen steps, Zhong Zhe felt as long as a century during the run.

Just when he was about to reach the exit, there was a sudden gunshot behind Zhong Zhe, and the bullet hit the metal gate, splashing terrifying sparks.

Cheng Ling turned around in an instant, took a few steps to clear the passage, and shouted at Zhong Zhe, "Go!"

While the two were staggering, he lowered Zhong Zhe's figure, switched places with him to the inside of the door, stood in front of him and shot back.

Zhong Zhe ran out of the gate as fast as he could, and turned his head to see Cheng Ling coming out after him.He ran and asked, "What now?"

Before Cheng Ling could answer, there were several loud noises in the distance, and flames burst into the sky with thick smoke.

Cheng Ling said to the other end of the communication: "What happened?"

"Sir, I blew up their garage. These people seem to have stored a lot of fuel. I didn't expect to have this effect." The excited voice of the excrement shoveler came from the earphones.

"Silly girl, these people are not really running art exhibitions. This is an important base, and oil storage is a basic equipment."

"So, I really caught a dead mouse! This is the first time I have killed an enemy remotely!" The shit shovel officer was so proud that he could shoot out his earphones through the communication.

Cheng Ling had no time to respond to her, and signaled Zhong Zhe to follow him closely, and under the cover of the explosion, the two escaped smoothly from the route Cheng Ling had infiltrated.

When he finally got into the car, Zhong Zhe regained his composure.

The road calmly meanders forward into the darkness, until it reaches the main road and passes the bright lights of the intersection, everything in the car becomes clear.

Zhong Zhe looked at Cheng Ling's hand holding the steering wheel. The texture and joints were like sculptures in the night, as if he could directly see the power accumulated in it.He controlled himself not to look all the way up.

Soon, Zhong Zhe noticed that Cheng Ling's right shoulder was wet, and his coat was so dark that he couldn't tell anything if he didn't pay attention.

He was puzzled and stared at the place, only to see liquid slowly seep out. Zhong Zhe reached out to touch it, and the sticky texture was startling. The expression on his face was no longer relaxed, and he firmly confirmed it Said: "You are hurt."

After a few rounds of bullets, how could it be possible to be unscathed.

Cheng Ling looked straight ahead, focused on driving, as if he was not discussing his own business, "The bullet hit the top of the right arm, but it didn't penetrate the bone, so it's nothing serious."

"Let me drive instead."

"Wait until you get out of this area and it's generally safe before you take over."

Seeing that Cheng Ling agreed to the suggestion, Zhong Zhe hurriedly agreed.

A few minutes later, Cheng Ling and Zhong Zhe exchanged seats.The two went on the road again. Cheng Ling took off his coat in the passenger seat, tore off the long side of a shirt, and simply tied the artery on his right arm tightly to stop the bleeding first.

More than ten kilometers away, at a private dinner somewhere in Paris, the bald man suddenly received a call, and his subordinates reported that not only could he not find out Luo Shu's whereabouts, but his meat was also robbed.

The bald man refrained from having an attack on the spot, turned his head to say goodbye to his master, and scolded all his subordinates until they got into the car.He had just gone out for a banquet, but someone broke into his house and lost a lot of people. This was a shame and humiliation that he had never experienced before.

"I don't care what method you use, turn people out and get them back!

Then give me a good look up who broke in? "

While the other party was trying to investigate who Cheng Ling was, the shit-shoveling officer finally had time to find out the bald man's information.

"The public information shows that this person's name is Li Cha Yi, a Chinese-French mixed race, and one of the joint shareholders of Yizhan Space. In addition, there are several companies under his name, ranging from cultural development to import and export trade, with a very wide range of business. Widely, the registered capital is a medium-sized humble company.”

Cheng Ling has connected the shit shovel officer to the loudspeaker, and now Zhong Zhe can also hear her report at the same time.

"Send it to the logistics background analysis team, and continue to check to see if we can dig out more clues."

After Cheng Ling issued the instructions, he began to talk to Zhong Zhe about the photos he had seen at the other party's temporary stronghold before, especially the box that originally contained the river map.

"There's no sign of the combination lock being broken, so it's possible, I mean, mobsters can't be ruled out."

The shit-shoveling officer heard this, and interjected on the other end: "Sir, do you want to report it?"

"Keep your mouth shut and erase this conversation we're having right now."

"Sir," the shit-shoveling officer covered his heart on the other end of the phone, "I have to remind you, this is against the regulations! If the inspection team finds that I have tampered with the communication recording, I will definitely be kicked Organized."

"If you don't do it, I'll kick you out now, and the internship will be rated as poor." Cheng Ling threatened indifferently.

There was a gasped voice on the other end of the communication.

Zhong Zhe laughed unkindly.

After what happened tonight, he also has something to tell his family.

The shit shovel officer is temporarily offline, and Zhong Zhe dials the phone to London.

"Mr. Zhong, it's me. Well, it's all good, you and A Jin's mother don't have to worry about me.

Listen to me first, Ke Ke is about to go on autumn vacation, so tell her not to go home or contact me, but to fly directly to China to find Uncle Gao.Yes, yes, I will contact Uncle Gao and ask her to leave school directly. "

Since the one surnamed Yi mentioned the two brothers and sisters, Zhong Zhe deeply felt that his sister was also very likely to be in danger, especially after the other party was beaten by him, there was no guarantee that he would not make some crazy moves.

After he hung up the phone, Cheng Ling said from the side: "Domestic is indeed safer than overseas. I will notify them and send someone to secretly protect Uncle Gao and Zhong Ke."

"Thank you." Zhong Zhe smiled.

Inadvertently, he glanced at Cheng Ling, and in the interval between the light and dark of the street lamp, the quiet profile of the person beside him was better than Rodin's meditator, and it was engraved in Zhong Zhe's heart.

A beeping vibration sounded, and the excrement shovel officer went online again, interrupting the quiet meditation of the two people in the car.

"Sir, in which area of ​​Paris do you need to activate the safe house? I will report the address and password to you."

"No need." Cheng Ling turned his head to look at Zhong Zhe, Zhong Zhe returned a look of incomprehension, and continued to focus on driving.

Cheng Ling went on to explain: "If there are traitors, once the safe house is activated, a series of procedures will be triggered, which will easily reveal their whereabouts. Zhong Zhe and I will solve it ourselves.

From now on, all the information that needs to be disclosed to the above according to the regulations will be delayed as much as possible, the longer the better.I will contact you if there is a situation. If there is no special situation, please do not contact me. "

"Yes." The shit shovel officer has thoroughly understood the current situation.

Communication was suspended again.

Zhong Zhe said, "Where are we going?"

Outside the front window of the car, the night road forked, and the light strips paved by street lights coiled on the pitch-black ground. The reflective sign in front showed that it had entered the city limits of Paris.

Cheng Ling turned his head sideways and saw the subway sign not far away.

"Find a place to park. During the period of caution, we will go in by public transportation."