Outside the Yangjiaping Garment Factory.

A car stopped on the side of the road about 200 meters away from the factory yard gate.

The car was clearly not his Maybach S600, but a Santana that he bought for 100,000 yuan from a second-hand market that has not yet closed. After all, he didn't want his car to be scrapped in a firefight.

Jiang Chen got out of the car, looked around at the surrounding environment, and then walked towards the garment factory that had been abandoned for an unknown amount of time.

This is the agreed destination, which is 12 kilometers away from Lake City.

The factory is surrounded by bare farmland except for the grassy foundation, and there is no human population in the vicinity.

However, just outside the door of this inaccessible factory, Jiang Chen saw four vans that were not very suitable for the occasion.

At the door of the garment factory stood two men with peaked caps on their heads, and there was something hidden in their bulging down jackets. Their hands were always in their pockets, presumably holding weapons.

The corners of Jiang Chen's mouth raised playfully, and he walked towards the door without any fear.

Seeing Jiang Chen coming, the two exchanged glances, and one of them walked over.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jiang. I wonder if you've kept your promise?" the man said with a smile as he stretched out his right hand.

Naturally, he was referring to the agreement to go alone.

"Won't you see for yourselves?"

Dropping these words, Jiang Chen ignored his outstretched hand and walked towards the garment factory.

Holding his hand, an embarrassed expression appeared on the man's face. Looking at the smiling faces of his companions, he shrugged his shoulders in embarrassment, and then put his hands back in his pockets.

Aisha didn't follow, and Jiang Chen gave her another task.

As Zhang Youjie requested, he went to the appointment alone.

In the center of the factory, there are shadowy incandescent lights, and human figures can be faintly seen by the window.

Pushed open the door of the factory. Jiang Chen looked around at the few people in the hall, and a smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

Urban camouflage bulletproof vests and metallic black assault rifles can transport these things into the country, and it must have taken a lot of effort.

Fifteen CIA agents were distributed in all corners of the factory, and only five people stood at the door to greet Jiang Chen

The man at the head had an aura of danger all over his body, although it was impossible to confirm his specific strength. But intuitively, this man should be a few points better than Roberts' bodyguard Nick.

Presumably he is the Gris, nicknamed the hungry wolf.

Well, it's all here.

"Are you Jiang Chen?" Seeing Jiang Chen come in, the white man standing in the center of the factory extinguished the cigarette butt and grinned and took out a photo from his pocket.

The furrows on his face twisted together, and his blue eyes showed a fierce glow, looking Jiang Chen up and down.

"That's right. Jiang Chen said lightly.

"Since you're here, you must have already made your decision. Gris said with a shrug.

"Of course. But before that. I need to talk to Xia Shiyu on the phone. Looking directly into his eyes, Jiang Chen said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, yellow-skinned monkey, the hostages are safe. After all, we are the CIA, not the IS. The American standing on the side scoffed.

"yes? I've never understood the difference between the two organizations. ”

"You-"

Hearing Jiang Chen's mocking words, the American suddenly became angry, rolled up his sleeves and wanted to step forward.

"Krem, shut up. Gris glanced at his teammate. Said lightly.

"Yes" The big man immediately lowered his head and stepped back honestly.

Face this terrifying captain. He really didn't have the courage to lift the bar.

Reporting the name of the organization he belonged to had violated discipline, but seeing that the task was about to be completed, Gris didn't say anything.

Tilting his head, Gris said to the person next to him.

"Call him. ”

"Yes sir. The soldier with a baseball cap pulled out the walkie-talkie from his tactical vest and walked towards Jiang Chen. It was handed to him.

The corners of his mouth raised a faint sneer, and after taking the walkie-talkie, Jiang Chen's other hand in his pocket gently turned on the switch of the radio tracking device.

Isha will leave the matter to Aisha.

"Hey, Xia Shiyu!"

"Jiang Chen, where are you?"

Listen to the haggard voice. Trying to restrain the anger in his heart, Jiang Chen took a deep breath and said in as calm a tone as possible.

"How are you doing, and have they done anything to you?"

"Not yet. Who the hell are they?" her voice was full of helplessness and horror, but her voice was not hoarse, and she should not have been subjected to any cruel treatment.

After confirming Xia Shiyu's safety, Jiang Chen was a little relieved.

However, just as he was about to buy Aisha more time, the communication hung up from there.

"At this point, you only have 10 seconds to confirm that the hostages are safe. Gris grinned, pulled out his lighter, and lit himself a cigarette again, "Now, your choices will determine the life and death of you and your girlfriend." Of course, you don't seem to have a lot of options. ”

Slowly putting down the walkie-talkie, Jiang Chen looked into Gris eyes.

"Oh?"

I don't think so.

Silently adding in his heart, Jiang Chen's hand in his pocket threw the radio tracking device into the storage space, and then took out a paper-shaped remote control and pressed the switch.

The Santana parked outside the factory, the wide-area signal shielding device in the trunk was instantly turned on, blocking all electromagnetic signals within a radius of 5 kilometers.

"Krem, check his gear. Ignoring Jiang Chen, Gris tilted his head and said to his comrades who were standing aside.

"Okay, BOSS. ”

Twisting his neck and making a crackling sound, Krem walked towards Jiang Chen with a sly smile.

He'd made up his mind to give this arrogant guy a look.

For example, when he was searching, he accidentally pinched and exploded one of his balls

"Before we leave here, we need to check your gear to prevent you from carrying a location device. Of course, if you resist, a little unpleasantness may occur. ”

Looking at Krem who was walking towards him, Jiang Chen suddenly smiled.

"Get out of here, who said I'm going to go with you?"

Hearing this, including Gris and Krem, the five people surrounding Jiang Chen were stunned.

didn't give them a chance to react, and before the words fell, Jiang Chen had already buckled the fuses of the EMP grenade and smoke grenade in his pocket.

Buzz!

The hum of the current sounded, the light bulb suddenly went out, and the factory was plunged into darkness. At the same time, the smoke suddenly spread out from Jiang Chen's position, obscuring his figure.

"Kill him!"

Shouting at the top of his voice, Gris immediately gave the order to kill. At the same time, he raised his rifle and without hesitation pulled the trigger.

Da Da Da!

The firelight jumped, and the staggered firepower tore apart the cloud of smoke that had hidden Jiang Chen's figure. The empty factory building was filled with the sound of gunpowder and the crisp sound of metal shells falling to the ground.

Because the retina can't adapt to the sudden changes in light, everyone's field of vision is dark. However, the people present are all battle-hardened veterans, and even with their eyes closed, they are able to tacitly shoot and block all escape paths of the target.

"Ceasefire!"

The gunfire stopped, and the smoke cleared.

In an instant, silence returned to the factory.

The thick cloud of smoke spread evenly and rapidly, gradually touching the green smoke rising from the muzzle of the gun.

The five CIA agents in the center of the plant held their guns level up, locking on to the center of the smoke.

Although the smoke has not yet cleared, no one will doubt the tragic death of the unknown Oriental.

Escaping from such a ferocious network of fire is simply a fantasy.

Maintaining a shooting posture is just the discipline of a soldier.

"Boss, you're dead. Moving his knuckles, Krem couldn't help but say.

Gris stared at the middle of the smoke.

The target was undoubtedly dead, but the growing sense of unease in his heart lingered.

The smoke was like a devil's egg, as if something was going to come out of it.

Is it a delusion?

However, at this moment, his dark green pupils contracted suddenly, and the calmness on his face, which belonged to an elite soldier, disappeared in an instant!

"God" The voice was tinged with a hint of despair, and the Krem, who had been about to pinch and explode Jiang Chen's balls, retreated tremblingly with his rifle in his hand.

The cold steel armor shell reflected the five terrified faces.

The T-3 power armor wrapped around the whole body, and the triangular barrel rotated at high speed, Jiang Chen opened the safety of the weapon module with a cruel smile.

"Let's-play-a-game!" (To be continued......

PS: (PS: Due to the teacher's willful addition of two experiments, today is full of classes during the day, and it will be updated temporarily in advance.)

Staying up late is now the end of the yard.

Trapped me, went to sleep)