In the morning, Yang Tang took the appearance of another strange white man and went back to the vicinity of the mercenary bar.

There is no martial law around.

The corners of Yang Tang's mouth curled slightly, everything was expected by him, so he went to a restaurant two blocks away for breakfast. Seeing that there were still five minutes before the connecting time, he Shi Shiran returned to the street of the mercenary bar and entered the shop next door to the bar.

With half a Franklin, the joint went smoothly.

"The goods are in the back compartment of the truck at the front corner, and the license plate number is ......"

Yang Tang and the mixed-race white man who came to the junction quickly parted ways, and walked around the corner of the intersection after leaving the store, but between walking, he put on a mask, and his exposed complexion had turned black. This is in a foreign country, and what he is doing right now is a business that is qualified to kill his head, and no matter how cautious he is, it is not too much.

When he arrived at the intersection, Yang Tang saw a truck parked at ten o'clock on the opposite street, and then glanced at the license plate, which was completely consistent with what the connector said. But he had a bad feeling in his heart.

[Evil Eye] turns on in the next second.

Yang Tang asked himself: [How many people are paying attention to the truck?1 person?how many?or more than 10 people?] While asking this question, [Evil Eye] swept towards the truck, and instantly had an answer, at least ten people were staring at the truck.

However, scanning the surroundings with ordinary eyes, Yang Tang was stunned and didn't notice anyone.

[Made, it must be Lei Tiandong's subordinates exposed, these grandsons are hiding quite well!]

[No, no, maybe it's Lei Tian's subordinates who use Lao Tzu as a firepower attraction, and what they really want to get back is probably only the blueprint, after all, you can take it away by copying it on a USB drive!]

[So, can I leave now?, or are there people on both sides watching the truck?]

Thinking of this, Yang Tang turned around and left, went to the next street, easily stole an ordinary Ford car, drove it immediately, drove to the intersection in the way of speeding and driving in the opposite direction, and hit the butt of the joint truck.

With a loud bang, Yang Tang flew out of the front windshield and flew directly into the car from the half-open rear door that was only blocked by a curtain.

Diagonally diagonal, in the second-floor window of the small western-style house, a special monoculars are propped up between the gaps between the two curtains.

The white golden retriever who was in charge of monitoring behind the telescope witnessed the whole process of the car accident, but shouted in the communication channel: "Leak, damn nigga! All pay attention, there is a guy driving into the target truck, please send someone to check it immediately, the key is to avoid a fire!"

"Vidal, you said it lightly, how can you avoid it? Unless we expose it directly, I think we will lose the engine used for fishing bait this time!"

"Don't talk about Baelor, why don't you get your men moving!"

"Are you blind? They're already moving......"

At the same time, Lei Tian's subordinates, who were hiding in the shadows, sent a text message to someone: "There was an unexpected car accident, the receiver did not appear, and the FBI has entered the scene!" After sending it, he left the hiding place and never looked back.

At this time, Yang Tang, who crashed into the back compartment of the car, confirmed that there was no monitoring equipment (in the carriage), and had put a special container the size of a seven-seater van in Jinbei into the storage ring, and then pretended to stumble, lifted the open cloth, and rolled out of the rear compartment.

A woman and three men dressed in plainclothes just arrived, each of them had a small fire extinguisher, and was about to extinguish the fire, when they saw Yang Tang who was on the ground, the white man who took the lead couldn't help but poke him with his toes: "Black goods, you're not dead, are you?"

"Hmm......" Yang Tang moved slightly, pretending to be seriously injured.

Seeing this, the white man in the lead sneered, and said to his companion: "This is about to hang up, which of you has time to call him an ambulance?"

The other two men, both mixed-race white, turned a deaf ear to the words "call an ambulance for a black man", and each turned on a fire extinguisher and sprayed the badly damaged car.

Only the white female colleague was a little compassionate, pulling out the phone in her fart pocket while twisting her body to the side at will, apparently unwilling to hear her colleague's sarcasm when calling an ambulance. But just as she dialed the nine and put the phone back to her ear to talk, her eyelids lifted and she just looked through the middle of the two curtains in the back door, but there was nothing in the carriage.

Nothing?

Empty?!

What about bait?

And what about the new engine that didn't break down too badly??

The white woman was stunned for a moment, even though the phone came from the voice of the operator of the control center, she still didn't wake up.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Engine, engine ......"

"What's wrong with the engine?" asked the white man in the lead, turning his head to the back of the car.

“…… Nope. ”

At this moment, the white man in the lead also looked sluggish: "Look, see ......"

After the other two white colleagues also found out about the situation, the four of them came back to their senses and shouted in the communication channel: "Report, the engine is missing!"

"What is it?" Shangfeng's first reaction was auditory hallucinations.

"The container with the engine is gone. The lead white man repeated it in the channel.

"What about the engine?" asked Kamimine.

The white man who took the lead rolled his eyes wildly, and said in his heart that the cargo car is so big, the container is gone, and the engine is still there...... But he had to reply: "No, it's not in sight, the freight car is empty." ”

"Leak!"

An hour later, the FBIs interrogated Yang Tang in the detention ward to no avail, and Yang Tang found an opportunity to ask for a big explanation.

The FBI was busy searching for the disappeared engine at this time, and he didn't have much to pay attention to Yang Tang, so he only sent an agent to follow him when he went to the toilet.

After entering the men's bathroom, Yang Tang, a black man, said to Detective Les, who was clutching him with him: "Sir, I'm a big man, can I untie the handcuffs?"

The white man Les smiled evilly at Yang Tang and said contemptuously: "Of course...... Can't!"

Yang Tang said patiently: "My stool smells very good. ”

"It's okay, I have this!" As he spoke, Les pulled out a simple gas mask from inside his clothes and put it on his mouth and nose with a dandruff smile on his face, "See, so you just stand up and poop, and I ...... too"

Before the words were finished, Yang Tang was not restrained, and his left hand, which was clenched into a fist, touched Les's heart.

Reston's eyes widened and his whole body began to twitch, and he tried to speak, but was basically slurred due to the mask. Yang Tang took the opportunity to help him into the toilet cubicle, and then lifted the hem of his suit to block his chest, and then removed his clenched left fist.

"Poof—"

Countless blood spurted out of the gaps around the corners of the suit. When the blood stopped spraying, Yang Tang loosened the hem of Rice's suit, and Rice had a small blood cut on his heart, which was still bubbling with blood.

Yang Tang flipped his left hand and immediately changed the gesture of clenching into a fist, in fact, he was holding the legendary weapon Ghost Flame (invisible, indestructible, and irreparable) in his hand just now, so Leng Zi's attack Les didn't react at all.

When Rice's breath became imperceptible, Yang Tang's right hand immediately began to become slender, and finally shrunk to the size of a five or six-year-old child, and the handcuffs were easily removed.

Then, he locked the toilet cubicle, then climbed over to the unoccupied toilet cubicle next door, changed into a new white face, put on a mask as usual, so that the exposed skin was still black, and then calmly left the men's toilet.

After slipping out of the camera range at the door of the toilet, Yang Tang turned into the utility room in the monitoring blind spot in the corner, changed his clothes again, put on a white coat, and still wore a mask, but this time his exposed skin had turned white, and then swaggered into the elevator and left the hospital with three turns and two turns.

Not long after Yang Tang left the hospital, the detective in charge of screening the suspect's information reported to Shang Feng: "Sir, there is something wrong with the driver we arrested......

"When did the FBI take care of the Department of Transportation?"

"No, sir, I'm talking about the black driver, the black driver who sabotaged our net collection operation in the morning, the case of Loma Engine!"

"He—what could he have a problem with?" Shangfeng wondered.

"There's nothing wrong with his electronic file (forged after red), but I have a high school classmate who used to live in the same area where the black driver lived, and it just so happened that he contacted me through the Internet not long ago and wanted to ask me to do something small, so I asked casually at the time, and he told me very firmly that there was only number 299 in that area......

"So what? The black driver gave the right address, it's No. 299 in that area!"

"But sir, according to my high school classmates, because that area happens to be less than 300, he remembers very well that No. 299 is a large abandoned warehouse, which has been used by local residents to pile up garbage ten years ago, although many blacks are poor, but living in a place like a garbage dump, even if he can bear it, the local police probably will not fail to make a note in the address bar, right?"

"Hmm...... This is indeed a problem, and I will have someone look it up again. Hanging up the phone, Shangfeng was hesitating to let his men go down to investigate the matter, and another secret phone rang.

"Hey..."

"Sir, something is wrong!"

"What are you panicking about? Something's wrong, say slowly. ”

"The black, black drivers of the hospital, guarding the hospital, fled...... Lay, Rice martyred!"

"What!?I'll go right over!"

In fact, if it weren't for Rice's blood dripping onto the floor outside the toilet and being discovered by the cleaning staff, "Les was killed" probably wouldn't have been exposed until this moment.

Just as the FBI agents in charge of the engine case were jumping, another alarm call was transferred from the Washington SAR Municipal Bureau to the FBI's special district branch (the FBI headquarters is not within the Washington SAR area).

"What are you talking about? About 300 people died, OMG, it's not April Fool's Day......

"It's not a joke, it's really not a joke, it's really three hundred dead, and the location is in ...... Send someone here!"

"Got it. ”

The person in charge of answering the phone was only a team leader named Gollett, who immediately reported the rough case to Shangfeng.

The top boss listened to Gollitt's statement and suddenly interrupted: "How many people are you talking about......?" Ten?"

"No, it's three hundred, chief!" Gallett's face was as constipated, "I confirmed the death toll with the informant several times, and I even wondered if he was crazy...... But he always insisted that there were at least three hundred people!"

"Three hundred, at least?" the boss's eyes bulged like goldfish, "why didn't you ask the guy if he took the medicine before calling the police?"

Gollit bowed his head in the count, but he couldn't help but ask, "What about it...... Do you need to see the address that the complainant said?"

"Look, of course you have to see, but it's not our people, let the people from the city (police) bureau go, anyway, the phone is transferred by them, and I don't know how they recruited the operator recently...... Forget it, don't talk about it, just do what I say, contact the city bureau, and ask them to send the patrol police closest to the place where the crime was reported to take a look!"

"Understood, sir!"

However, a quarter of an hour later, the city bureau came with definite news that their patrol police found an underground black market boxing stadium covered with at least 300 corpses, but the detailed death toll has not yet been released.

Within minutes, the news spread throughout the branch building. The FBIs were all shocked, and almost all of them went crazy.

At the same time, Yang Tang, who had already turned back into the white appearance of staying in the hotel, had just passed a series of security checks to get his luggage, handed it to the ticket inspector for inspection with the integrated ticket, and then calmly walked into the boarding channel.

………

LA, a Chinese school closer to Beverly Hills.

"Guanyin, are you asking the word 'Guanyin'?"

"Yes, Guan-Yin-, what does that mean?" said Shirley Lynch (see 392), wearing large sunglasses that almost obscured the upper half of her pretty face, trying her best to imitate the bastard's whisper in her ear that night. She will never forget that tone for the rest of her life, not to mention that she has a very good talent for learning languages.

"That's what the Bodhisattva means...... "The female Chinese teacher subconsciously gave an answer that Chinese understand.

"Bodhisattva, what do you mean?" Xia Lu's face was full of puzzlement.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my mistake!" the female teacher smiled apologetically and continued to explain: "Bodhisattva is a Buddhist term, and its power is ...... Let's put it this way, the supreme name of Buddhism is called 'Buddha', which is equivalent to the Christian Jesus, and his ability is also on the same level, while Guanyin Bodhisattva is equivalent to the incarnation of the Buddha in the past, and its ability is only a little weaker than that of the Buddha......"

"The incarnation of the past?" Xia Lu was even more puzzled.

"It is a Buddhist saying that the Buddha has thousands of incarnations, and the three major incarnations of the past, the present, and the future are the most powerful, and they have great magical powers...... Of course, you may not understand me when I say this, but anyway, you should remember that 'Guanyin' is the honorific title of Buddhism for the deified ancestors in the religion. ”

Xia Lu nodded slightly, and did not continue to dwell on the word "Guanyin", and changed the question: "Then what does 'sitting lotus' mean?"

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