Bunker Division.

On the 7th basement floor, the mysterious building that has just been expanded for two months still exudes the damp smell of earth.

Steel walls and thigh-thick steel bars can be seen all around, forming sturdy pillars that support this little-known space.

In the empty square, you can see a lot of figures, girls in dresses and smiling brightly.

A white-collar elite in a suit and leather shoes, carrying a briefcase.

A handsome and successful person wearing a big windbreaker.

A young man with hot tin foil, tattered and full of rebelliousness.

A gentleman in a tuxedo, whose clothes were scalded without the slightest wrinkles, and who smiled mildly with a cane.

A strong man with a baseball cap... Ragged homeless man... Large muscles with swollen muscles all over the body......

These seemingly unconnected people are either sitting on the floor or leaning against the wall, looking like they are ready for a different kind of party.

It's just that when their gaze sweeps over the others, they will find that those eyes are shining with a strange light and a dangerous aura.

Wow, wow, wow......

The sound of footsteps gradually approached from the passage on the left, and Li Zitao, dressed in casual clothes, walked out of the dark passage and stood there expressionlessly.

The crowd, who had been laughing and lazy just a moment ago, immediately stood up, and everyone looked at him with curiosity, admiration, inquiry, or complexity.

"Thank you very much for being here in time, someone will send you the target next, and after the mission, someone will arrange for you to travel to different countries.

Other than that... When you leave here, I hope you'll forget what you've seen. ”

No one spoke at the scene, and Hans, who was behind him, stepped out and handed out the papers in his hand to everyone.

Whenever someone picks up a document, they immediately leave the square with it, and after 5 minutes, the second person leaves, followed by the third, then the fourth......

When the last person left, it was already a few hours later, and only Li Zitao and Hans were left in the empty square.

"Boss, such a big move—" Hans looked at him worriedly.

"I remember that the branch hadn't been training for a long time, and it was a set of clothes for me. Li Zitao said calmly, turned around and walked into the passage.

Twenty minutes later, a large number of special guards rushed out of the bunker branch, carrying heavy loads on their backs, and ran to the outskirts.

The car parked on the opposite side of the street slowly followed, monitoring the group of more than 500 people.

Thankfully, they didn't carry any weapons, otherwise it wouldn't be just surveillance now.

At 6:25 p.m., the team made a U-turn from San Fernando's Alo Hill and re-headed to Los Angeles, looking like an ordinary weight-bearing exercise.

But no one noticed that as they passed through the Oro Hill, more than a dozen figures disappeared into the dense forests of the Sadeltri Open Park next to the hill.

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Fresno, California.

In the southeastern suburbs, off Highway 180, there is a country club in a slightly deserted area.

Clubs are all too familiar places for any American, and there are countless clubs that every family has been exposed to since they were young.

It's just that this club never accommodates ordinary people, it was founded by some of the most famous local mob bosses.

On weekdays, it serves as a place for the bosses to connect and make deals, and if there is any conflict between their gangs, they will also negotiate here.

It's just that today's atmosphere is very different, there are cars parked outside the club, and strong men with bulging waists are guarding around the club, and the number of people is at least more than 100.

The most conspicuous of them were more than a dozen men in high-end suits, with machine guns in their hands, so brazenly guarding the gate.

Looking at the other people's eyes full of disdain, as if to say: a school of miscellaneous fish.

Inside the club, the dim lighting was a little oppressive, and several men with gloomy faces sat at a round table, looking at each other in silence.

There sat a blond-haired, smiling man with his back to the door, and judging by the way the others kept scanning him out of the corner of their eyes, he was the one who was in charge.

"Admiral Klaiger, we need an explanation. Seeing that the other party had not spoken, someone couldn't bear to say.

"What's the explanation?" said the blonde-haired Klaig playfully.

"Why is he still alive, and your promise!" the man on his right hand said coldly.

"Who's in charge?" Craig looked curiously at the crowd, "Is it mine?"

"The other side is very vigilant... Where's the sniper you promised?" the old man who was facing Klaig looked at him angrily.

"The sniper has been killed!" said this, and Kleig's tone was a little lost.

This was his mistake, he didn't expect that the protection around him would be so tight, and even the surrounding buildings were full of S.H.I.E.L.D. people.

Now it seems that the bodyguards around him are just bait, and every time he appears in a place, the crisis of all the commanding heights around him will be eliminated.

But, more than this, Klaiger was more concerned about another thing.

"Who did it to Garbo?" the smile on Kleig's face gradually retracted.

According to the information they received, Charlie Lee was now like an enraged lion, stretching out his claws to every tentacle.

Even the president's warnings were ignored, no one else's phone calls were answered, and he never went anywhere except the hospital and his bunker branch in Los Angeles.

"We just want to add a bit of leverage, and it's you who you say you're going to teach him a lesson, and I think losing a loved one is enough of that. The old man on the other side spoke slowly.

"Huh... That's great, what do I do now?" said with a sarcastic look on his face, "Are you going to deal with him?" or are you... You?"

The thing Klaig regrets most now is that he found these self-righteous fools.

They are like a bunch of filthy garbage, without the slightest bottom line and conscience, and more importantly, without brains.

If he can kill Li Zitao, what are those women, if he can't kill Li Zitao, then killing any woman will only make him completely crazy.

As it was now, no one could reach him, not even the Rockefeller family.

"Mr. Admiral, if you had called us just to talk about these frivolous topics, I think that's all for today's meeting. ”

The old man sitting across from Klaig stood up, and the others followed suit, walking like they were walking outside the door.

"Barr... This matter needs an explanation!" Klaiger's voice came from behind.

"Yes, that's what you and the big guys have to worry about, and it's time for me to go home with the kids. The old man named Barr smiled disdainfully, reached out and pushed the door open, and walked out.

"Be careful, bang ......"

Da Da Da ......

"No..."

Chaotic sounds rang out from outside the house, bullets pierced the wooden doors and walls behind him, and Craig sat calmly in place, tasting the fine vodka in his hand.

Squeak.

The firefight stopped, the bullet-riddled door was pushed open, and the footsteps on the wooden floor made an eerie 'squeak'.