With the support of the younger brothers, Brother Hu covered his head with his clothes and limped back to the hotel on North Street. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Because he was dishonest when he got a tattoo, he was beaten very much, and his whole appearance was quite miserable.

Under the curious gaze of others, he buried his head through the hall and returned to his room with the help of his younger brother.

Slammed the door behind him, ripped off the clothes covering his head, and walked quickly to the mirror.

I saw that face, stabbed by two cats, one fat and one thin, with the twitching of his facial muscles, alive in the light.

Brother Tiger suddenly looked desperate.

"Tiger, Brother Tiger," the little brother said flatteringly, the muscles on his face were shaking, trying to restrain the laugh that was about to be uncontrollable, and his hands trembled and handed over iodine wine and cotton swabs, "You, you wipe the medicine first." ”

knocked over the iodine wine and cotton swabs handed over, Brother Tiger stared at himself in the mirror with a resentful face, and a raging flame burned in his pupils.

"Brother Tiger, are we just going to forget it?" The other little brother said with a sad and angry face.

"How could it be just that?" Brother Tiger said gloomily.

Originally, the man named Shura was about to be caught, but he escaped under his nose. Watching people who might know him go up for interrogation, twenty big men came forward, not only repaired him, but also painted two cats on his face......

It's just twenty people.

Lao Tzu has 500 guns!

Even those high-ranking survivor alliance leaders who sit in the Pan-Asian building have to give three points to themselves, what kind of thing is that guy?

Brother Hu carefully compared the man's face with the faces in his memory, and finally did not match any terrible name. And listening to that accent, it's not even a native of Shangjing City.

I think it's also a mercenary who came to Beijing City behind the caravan's buttocks, and it's only been a few days since he came to Ping'an Street.

For this kind of stunned green, he has the means to deal with him!

Sneered coldly, Brother Tiger already had a plan in his heart.

"Keep an eye on them."

"The little one has already ordered someone to do it." A junior brother hurriedly stepped forward and said with a sinister smile, "Our people will be guarding the four gates, unless they hide in Ping'an Street forever and don't come out, otherwise, hehe......"

"Good." Nodding approvingly, Brother Hu paused for a moment, glanced at himself in the mirror in humiliation, and was silent for a long time before gritting his teeth and saying, "...... Get me a mask. ”

"Yes." The younger brother nodded and hurriedly ran out the door.

"Brother Tiger, that ...... What about that Shura? The little brother who handed over iodine and cotton swabs asked cautiously.

"Keep staring at him, even if you go through the entire Shangjing City, you have to find him out for me!" His pupils burned with anger that was even better than before, and Brother Tiger gritted his teeth, as if he had a deep hatred for this name, and said word by word, "Lao Tzu is going to cut him alive with a knife!" ”

……

Under the watchful eyes of a group of good deeds, Jiang Chen took the guards behind him and left the Hell Courier Bar slowly.

As for the bottle of "Tequila Blue", he casually threw it into the storage space, ready to take it back to Lin Ling for testing.

The man named Shura had a very interesting saying, but it was not exactly as he said, in another two hundred years, which alien species can be eaten and which parts are delicious, the survivors of this wasteland have almost figured it out.

Jiang Chen agrees with this very much.

Xenos can't be used as food, it's just the blood lessons that the survivors have summed up in the more than twenty years of this wasteland, which is incomplete after all. Since xenomorph meat can be refined into a nutrient mixture, it also shows that there are still nutrients in this xenomorph that can be absorbed by the human body.

Maybe I should set up a research institute when I go back and specialize in how to turn inedible xenomorphs into treasures?

Of course, no matter how precious things are, he will not stuff them in his mouth.

"Boss, where are we going now?" Walking beside Jiang Chen, Lu Fan asked in a low voice.

Looking at the deep night, estimating that the time was not early, Jiang Chen said casually.

"Just find a place to rest."

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and by this point, the four gates of Ping'an Street had basically closed. Unless he revealed his identity, it was absolutely impossible for the guards guarding the city to open the gates for him alone.

However, Jiang Chen does not plan to expose his identity for the time being, he still has something to do on this street.

Walking on the way out of the North Gate Commercial Street, Lu Fan, who was walking half a step behind Jiang Chen, suddenly narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice.

"Someone is following us."

With the same expression as usual, Jiang Chen said softly and casually.

"Who?"

After being silent for a long time, Lu Fan's expression sank slightly, and he whispered.

"He's gone......"

"Gone?" Jiang Chen was slightly surprised, and turned his face to look at Lu Fan, "Are you sure you're leaving?" ”

"Yes...... He voluntarily gave up, probably aware of his whereabouts. Dew. Lu Fan lowered his head and looked ashamed, "...... It's the incompetence of subordinates. ”

"It's not your fault," Jiang Chen looked away, and said casually, "It can only show that his anti-reconnaissance ability is relatively strong." Keep an eye on the brothers, and if you see that man again, bring him directly to me. ”

"Yes!" Lu Fan said in a deep voice.

Who could it be?

Jiang Chen didn't know, and he didn't bother to care.

No one could hurt him.

This is not only his confidence in his own strength, but also his full trust in the twenty guards beside him.

Many of them had been following him for four years, and there were even the first knights to be canonized. Whether it's loyalty or strength, there's no doubt about it.

Just one or two rats, why be afraid?

On the street outside the North Gate Commercial Street, Jiang Chen casually picked a hotel that looked pretty good. After paying 30 Yajing for himself and the twenty guards behind him, he contracted the entire penthouse, and he also lived in the most luxurious presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel.

Said to be a presidential suite, but all aspects of the facilities are very basic.

After taking a simple shower and lying down on the clean futon, Jiang Chen received a message from Aisha.

It is about the 20-year election in the United States, and the attached section contains all the information about the Boston consortium's candidate John F. Kennedy. This information has obviously been processed by professionals, and there is nothing to say about the clean and beautiful one.

Reading this information from beginning to end, even Jiang Chen, a foreigner, couldn't help but vote for him.

Of course, Jiang Chen knew it very well in his heart.

In this world, there is no such thing as an absolutely pure politician.

The more innocent the information, the deeper and more unspeakable it proves that what he is concealing.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Chen's fingers typed down four words on the holographic screen.

【Acting cheaply】

Then click Send.

He believes in Aisha and will definitely make the right choice for him.

However, not long after this message was sent, Jiang Chen turned off the holographic screen and was about to turn over and fall asleep, when the dark blue light particles reconverged, and Jane's holographic bust appeared beside him.

I saw that she looked serious and said in a cold electronic voice.

"Warning, a backdoor has been detected on the wrist computer, and the intrusion is ...... in progress" (To be continued. )