Yan Jiucheng raised his wrist and glanced at the time, half past three.

Subconsciously raised his head, the fog covered the sky and the sun, and the morning star could not be seen. Yan Jiucheng took a deep breath, he especially liked the morning star, this Venus was the Tai Bai Star in ancient legends.

I like Tai Bai Xing not because after the Ming Dynasty, Tai Bai Xing changed from the image of a beautiful woman playing the pipa to a well-known crane-haired old fairy, supervising good and evil in the world, but because in "Journey to the West", Tai Bai Xing is a cute old man who has dealt with Sun Wukong many times and has a friendly relationship every time.

Yan Jiucheng, who has wanted to be a hero since he was a child, naturally feels that he is the Monkey King, and Tai Bai Xing, who is known as the Western Patrol, has also become a good partner in his heroic dream in adolescence.

The fog was so thick that you couldn't see anything, let alone Daystar.

It seems that today's light is destined to come a little later.

Yan Jiucheng took a breath lightly, turned his head sideways and glanced at the two heads hanging on the telephone pole, under the thick fog, he couldn't see the appearance of his face at all, which made Yan Jiucheng, a master of face recognition, always feel a little unlucky, so he bent down and grabbed a handful of soil on the ground and put it in his pocket.

Grandma once said that the soil under your feet is auspicious no matter what dynasty it is in.

Then, walk quickly into a building next to it, the topography of Area C, Lao Hang and Xuanlin have not yet explored the bottom, the information provided by Gu Miqing is a few years ago, except for the information of several main roads in the underground passage may be reliable, the changes in other small passages should be great.

Compared with the dense fog of the above-ground city, the black lights are blinding, and the underground passage is instead bright and bright, compared to the large passage of up to three meters in Area A and Area B controlled by the government army, the passage controlled by the black organization is much smaller, but it is also nearly two meters high and more than one meter wide, and when two people face each other, both of them have to turn sideways slightly.

The lights are on the walls of the underground passage, one every twenty meters, very dim, but so many stretches out, there is no problem in seeing a person clearly within the visual range.

The biggest difference from the underpasses controlled by the government army is that there are many small rooms around the intricate underpasses, one after another, most of them are closed, and only a few of them are open, and they have not yet walked over, and I don't know if there is anyone inside the open door.

A fountain pen, seemingly casually held in the hand.

The footsteps, put very lightly, but extremely fast.

Looking around, it was a passage of about thirty meters, with seven rooms in front and back, and only this one had an open door.

A few steps away, there was the only small room with the door open, Yan Jiucheng did not slow down, but continued to walk forward casually, passing by the small room, he looked inside, and saw two people from the black organization sitting inside, both of them had beards, dark complexions, and very large heads, and they were looking down at something.

At this time, Yan Jiucheng was a little nervous, after all, this was the first time he saw the legendary horror U Fen I, although it was a little different from the black cloth mask on TV, but the ferocity was the same, especially the height, it looked like he was more than 1.9 meters, and the tattoos on his body were the same as imagined.

For the first time, his eyes were locked on the clothes of the two of them, wearing a large lion's badge on his chest, which was the totem of this black organization and their way to identify their own people.

Obtaining ten sets of clothes from each black organization to assist the scientists in escaping was a task that Yan Jiucheng had to complete.

Clothes seem to be a very easy thing to get, but in fact, in the war zone, it is very, very difficult to get the clothes of the black organization, the situation in this place is complicated, in order to reduce the risk of others mixing into the organization, the head of the organization has adopted a relatively simple method: strict management of badges.

This lion badge is not an ordinary embroidery, it is inlaid with a chip, which can be used as an induction key to the important storage area, and if the other party is suspected of using a fake badge, it only needs another person who also has a badge to press a small button on it, and it can be identified.

In the event of the death of the member, someone will immediately register it, and destroy it even if it can be recycled.

One person, no matter dead or alive, there is no similarity.

Yan Jiucheng knew that it was easy to enter this underground passage, but once he wanted to enter the core position, it would be difficult to move an inch without a badge.

Two against one, you can gamble Yan Jiucheng s tongue subconsciously turned in a circle in his mouth, his nostrils moved slightly, and it only took a second to pass by the door, and he deliberately increased his steps.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, one of them turned his head and glanced at Yan Jiucheng, and his face changed in an instant.

"Who?!" One of them immediately took out a gun from his waist and pointed it at Yan Jiucheng: "Stop!"

Yan Jiucheng immediately surrendered with his hands: "Big brother, I'm a reporter, I have a pass." ”

As he spoke, he pointed his mouth down in the direction of his badge. Not everyone has a badge that Scholke has given him, and journalists who wear it can wander around the periphery of the organization, which is allowed by the boss.

"What are you doing to come in so early for an interview? The other turned his head with a look of extreme disgust.

Yan Jiucheng hurriedly smiled.

The other pointed upwards with his hand: "Know the rules, you our brothers, did you see the heads of people on the telephone poles? ”

Yan Jiucheng smiled again: "Two big brothers, the first time I came, I went around, wrote a simple manuscript and left, I'm sorry, I just ......"

As he spoke, this person walked over, took out a gun and pointed it directly at Yan Jiucheng's head.

Yan Jiucheng hurriedly raised his hand high, the smile on his face froze, full of fear, and his voice was also full of crying: "Big brother, I'll leave now, don't disturb you." ”

"First, brother, don't be so nervous as a bastard that you pee your pants, I don't like to smell the smell; As soon as the man spoke, the smell of bad breath came to his face.

With that, he took a step back and reached out to close the door.

At the moment of closing, the expression on Yan Jiucheng's face still remained fearful, but his hand suddenly stretched forward at a very fast speed, only to hear a very light pop.

Yan Jiucheng pushed the door, and the man standing at the door had his eyes wide open, his face was expressionless, and he didn't seem to be in pain, and his eyes were already dead before they could be closed.

The pen pressed against his chest.

In less than two seconds, the sweaty body was weak, Yan Jiucheng blocked it, so that the sound of him falling to the ground was not very loud, and at the same time, the other bearded man who was sitting on the bed who noticed that something was wrong turned his head and looked over, his eyes were instantly full of consternation, and the moment he saw his companion's body falling down, he immediately raised the gun in his hand.

At the moment when he turned his head, Yan Jiucheng's pen was aimed at him.

There was another very soft, soft pop.

The man's gun clicked and fell to the ground, as if half-frozen, his eyes were wide open, and he barely felt pain, but felt that he had been hit in the shoulder by a very small object, much like the feeling of an injection.

Then, an indescribable feeling of discomfort came over the sea, and he wanted to scream in pain, but he couldn't make a sound, and instantly sat on the ground in pain, covering his neck, and his face was black and red.

He was a little more lucky than his companion who died on the spot, and he could have lived a minute or two longer.

Yan Jiucheng took out a capsule from his pocket and pinched it and applied it to his hands, forming a film like an invisible glove to prevent him from leaving any fingerprints.

Then he turned and closed the door, put the pen in his chest, twisted his neck, gurgled and smiled: "Good morning, buddy. There's something I'd like to ask you about. ”

Yan Jiucheng squatted down and looked directly at the beard.

At this time, the beard trembled all over, and began to sweat all over.

"Your superior, what is the nickname. Yan Jiucheng asked.

The bearded man gritted his teeth.

"Well, it could have made you a little more comfortable to die. Yan Jiucheng stood up very regretfully, turned around and took off the badge from the dead man, looked around again, took the black mask commonly used by their organization from the cabinet and put it on, and said very leisurely: "I can't bear it, so I nodded." ”

The beard was covered in sweat as if it was drenched in water.

In excruciating pain, he nodded.

Yan Jiucheng smiled slightly, and squatted down again: "That's right, it's just to say who your leader is, not the head of your organization, why let yourself die so painfully?"

As he spoke, Yan Jiucheng pulled out his pen, wrote a few names on the palm of his hand, and stretched them out in front of the bearded man's eyes. Gu Miqing's information shows that this organization is divided into three layers, and it is not clear who the leaders at the bottom are, and these three people are likely to be the leaders if the data is analyzed.

The death of Gesang's family is inseparable from the fact that this leader commanded the civilian area and used civilian deaths to carry out operations.

"In the past few years, they have appeared in several news records of the firefighting operations in civilian areas, and only the lowest leaders will appear on the battlefield on the front line, so we went to Area C, and we must install trackers on the heads of all levels in order to track them, especially the low-level leaders, whose whereabouts represent the location of the operation. ”

The bearded man looked very weak in surprise, and he looked at the second name and nodded.

The bearded's whole face twitched, and he saw a sharp knife tip suddenly pop out above the pen in Yan Jiucheng's hand, knowing that his fate was here, his urine couldn't help but spill out.

"First, brother, don't be so nervous as a bitch to pee your pants, I don't like to smell the smell; ”

Yan Jiucheng said, ripped off the badge from the bearded man's chest with one hand, and stabbed the carotid artery with a sharp force with the other hand.