"It was a pleasure to work with. George said with a smile.

"The collaboration went well. "Yan Jiucheng can't say the word 'happy', he just wants to go well.

"You say, what do you want to trade. George's voice lowered and walked near the glass, but he still didn't open the glass door, his caution made it impossible for him to completely trust Yan Jiucheng.

Yan Jiucheng lowered his voice and successfully negotiated the cooperation in the room where there was only George and him.

"I'll send a message to my men, and when the time comes, you go to them, and they'll pave the way for you. Merely...... George frowned: "You want to enter the major villas freely, I don't have the ability, you have to know, there are too many organizations behind those black criminals." ”

Black science is not an official language, but a jargon of the black market.

It is said that knowledge has no borders, and some people even say that science has no borders, but scientists have borders. In any country, scientists are the most important weapon of the country, so it is impossible to cooperate with other countries easily in top scientific research.

However, some scientists feel that their scientific research results are the most important, and they are very eager to communicate with scientists of the same ability in other countries, break down the boundaries between countries, and work together to break through.

At this time, the black scientists were born: quietly leaving the country and going to the scientist villa complex in the war zone, where more than a dozen top scientists from all over the world who also came for scientific research were hidden, working together to study, and were regarded as traitors by their own countries, commonly known as black scientists.

The black market likes the black branch elements the most, because the black science elements can make the material in their hands.

"I understand, it's very thankful to be able to let your people cover my identity. Although Yan Jiucheng did not go to the war zone, Gu Miqing introduced some of them, the relationship between that region is complicated, although George is the most powerful snake in that area, but after all, he is also a chess piece in the interests.

Infiltrating the war zone as a journalist and getting the cooperation and identity cover of their insiders has completed the task that Gu Miqing taught him.

"The equipment will arrive on time. ”

When he came out of George's room and went down to the seventh floor, several people guarding the door on the seventh floor immediately pulled the door open.

"Brother Jiu. ”

"Brother Jiu, good evening. ”

The two nodded.

can be escorted up to the eighth floor, and can actually walk down alive, and there are two of George's bodyguards to escort him, which has not been encountered in the gates of hell in all these years.

It can be seen that it is difficult to survive to the end at the gate of hell just by being able to fight, and the key depends on the brain.

When Yan Jiucheng came down, it was almost two o'clock in the morning, the sky was very bright, the moon was very round, he returned to the fourth floor first, lowered his head and looked down, the madman and the agent were moved to the side, close to the corridor where the food was delivered.

Wait for tomorrow morning, the food will be delivered, and then they will be transported out.

After it is shipped out, the collective spark, who is who, it will be impossible to distinguish who is who, and it is impossible to erect a tombstone for you, write your name, the people at the gates of hell are all extremely evil people, people who have been abandoned by this world, here, there are no human rights.

Yan Jiucheng quietly looked down, looking at the two people lying in the dark.

Human life is really fragile, and all of a sudden death, such a jump, two seconds of effort, all dreams, all beliefs, disappear with death.

Raise your head and look at the moonlight.

I don't know if there really is a soul. In the past, Yan Jiucheng especially hoped to have a soul, so that there was still a sustenance for the dead, but today's Yan Jiucheng especially hopes that there is no soul.

If there is a soul, does a madman know everything?

I knew that I was betrayed by the state, I knew that Fujiko had left me, I knew that I was not helping my own boss, but counter-espionage personnel from neighboring countries, and I was being used; I also knew that I actually told Yan Jiucheng and Yan Jiucheng the spies that the country was hiding in the big eastern countries, and now they are all arrested.

After nearly 20 years of lurking, the spy network of the entire five central and southern provinces has disappeared.

What will happen to the loyal, loyalist madman who knows all this?

Don't have a soul, just go, Yan Jiucheng thought to himself, he closed his eyes and tried hard to control his emotions.

Can't sympathize with the enemy, can't sympathize with the enemy, he tried to tell himself.

"Nine Eyes, what's wrong, seeing that you were escorted up, I thought you were dead!" The black bull head walked over quickly, his face full of joy, he let out a long sigh of relief, and put his hand on Yan Jiucheng's shoulder.

Yan Jiucheng can feel that kind of brotherhood.

He never thought that he would have a brotherhood with the people of the gates of hell, and this kind of murderer warmed his heart when he put his hand on his shoulder.

After all, even if they are counter-espionage personnel, they still can't escape people's emotions and desires.

"It's okay, a misunderstanding. Yan Jiucheng turned his head to look at Niu Tou, the joy on Niu Tou's face after the worry dissipated was so sincere, this sincerity made Yan Jiucheng a little ashamed.

"I'll go down and have a look. Yan Jiucheng's face was expressionless, he turned around and left gently, feeling the hand of the bull head leaving his shoulder, this departure made him breathe a sigh of relief, as if he was a little ashamed.

One day later, he will leave the gate of hell, but his brother Niu Tou can only stay here, without Yan Jiucheng's support on the fourth floor, Niu Tou is destined to experience another blood.

"Tomorrow morning, you come and listen to my Peking Opera. The bull head said.

Yan Jiucheng didn't look back, he just waved his hand and walked straight down.

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The agent's body pressed against the madman's body, both face down.

As soon as Yan Jiucheng walked to them, several people on the first floor who had not slept surrounded them.

"Brother Jiu, what do you command?"

"Brother Jiu, it's so late, ...... you"

A few people were respectful, their eyes were full of joy, and it was an opportunity to say a few words to the red man Nine Eyes at the Gate of Hell, and if they were taken to the fourth floor, it would be better to live this day.

Yan Jiucheng glared, and these people were frightened.

"Get out. ”

Several people immediately rolled out.

Yan Jiucheng bent down and moved the agent's body away from the madman, the two of them were side by side, their faces were unrecognizable, the bones on their bodies were broken, and their bodies turned over in a strange posture.

Yan Jiucheng stretched out his hand and pulled the madman's chest open, and a very small word was engraved on his chest, and it was also this word that made his information captured by Gu Miqing and recorded in the book.

Two Chinese: Kuafu.

Kuafu's father is day by day, willing to die of thirst on the road, and does not stop chasing the sun.

This is the belief of a madman, serving the country, even if he is a spy, he will unswervingly carry out the mission, just praise the preciousness of his father's spirit day by day, is it too self-sufficient?

How can a man catch up with the scorching sun?

"Brother, don't be a father in the next life, be an ordinary person, the most ordinary kind, the kind that goes out to beg for a living in order to survive. Yan Jiucheng's voice trembled a little, and he tried hard to close the madman's eyes, and he pulled several times, but he couldn't close them.

I have no choice but to give up.

He looked at the agent and sighed deeply: "Brother, you said that you are an agent, why do you want to serve an organization like Black Storm after retiring......? ”

Speaking of this, Yan Jiucheng suddenly saw something, in the agent's open mouth, there was a very strange tooth, similar to the equipment he had seen in the arsenal.

He hurriedly put his hand into his mouth and picked hard, sure enough, the inside of the denture was empty, hiding a small waterproof note, opening it and looking at it, there was a line of words on it: 45 degrees in the east of Donglin Forest, three thousand meters.

What is this address?

Yan Jiucheng thought about it.

Such a memorable address could not have been asked to be carried by the organization, nor could it have been told to George. Yan Jiucheng looked at the note repeatedly.

Don't......

Yan Jiucheng seemed to understand something, he leaned into the agent's ear and whispered, "Brother, is it the address where your family was held hostage?"

Strange to say, the agent, who had been dead for two hours, suddenly burst into tears after saying this, to be precise, leaving blood.

It's really a coincidence, so coincidental that Yan Jiucheng's heart tugged.

He immediately searched the agent's body for a long time, but found no other clues, but instead pulled out a small sticker from his pocket, a tiny sticker of a superhero and a Barbie doll, and stuck it on the inside of the pocket.

Tear it off and put it in your pocket.

Turning around and walking to the bathroom, Yan Jiucheng released a message to Gu Miqing: The task is complete. The eastern part of Donglin Forest is at an angle of 45 degrees, 3,000 meters.

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"You are on your left, I am on my right, remember, try not to make a sound, our goal is not to kill them, but to rescue the hostages. Gu Miqing gave an order with a gesture.

The little ghost who followed him had already arrived outside the door of the hostage's location under the command of Gu Miqing, and he could hear someone talking inside, and it sounded like there were at least seven people.

In the Donglin Forest lies a group of Black Storm people, which is used for hostage detention all year round.

"Damn, this is so careless, she will die in two hits. The people inside snorted disapprerovingly.

"The twins are finally quiet, but alas, our people died at the gates of hell. The other man kicked something in a thick voice, and it was loud to hear.

It sounded like the situation was not very good, and Gu Miqing's face darkened.

She made a pause gesture, then took out a rope from her waist bag and hooked it to the window, and the imp quickly pointed his gun at the window, he knew that the boss was going to sneak a peek inside the window.

As is customary, if the hostages are dead, there is no need to startle the snakes and can be evacuated.

Gu Miqing was walking on the wall outside the window, approaching the window of the hostage's room and peeking in, just in time to see a blonde woman with her clothes torn all over her body and her legs spread apart, and she looked like she was being insulted.

His eyes widened and he looked out the window.

Dead, dead without blinking eyes.

Beside the woman lay two little dolls, who looked to be three or four years old, both blonde and motionless.

Gu Miqing gritted his teeth.

The little ghost made a gesture to speed up, and someone downstairs walked towards this side, and Gu Miqing was easily exposed.

Gu Miqing ignored the ghost's gesture, but took out a goggle and put it on, looked at the child again, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the goggles, and the camera zoomed in.

The girl's chest was motionless, her neck did not move at all, and most importantly, her eyes were not closed, and it was obvious that she was dead.

Poor child, let's be an ordinary child's child in the next life, Gu Miqing said in his heart.

He looked at the little boy.

The little boy was lying on his stomach, and he couldn't see the subtle movements of his chest and neck, so he just lay on the ground, his head turned sideways, and the back of his head was facing Gu Miqing's direction.

The little ghost made a retreat movement again, and the person downstairs had already arrived at Gu Miqing's side, as long as he looked up, he could see Gu Miqing hanging on the wall.

Gu Miqing still stared at the little boy motionlessly.

Move, child, tell me you're still alive, Gu Miqing's heart was shouting.

"Boss!" the imp whispered, sweat pouring from his forehead as he aimed his gun at the people downstairs.