"What kind of international capable organization, look at this little family's appearance. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoWhat's the matter, as for running all the way to Taiwan Island to take revenge?! ”

Nebujia's voice came faintly through the door of the room, and the time was about noon, and the summer on Taiwan Island was hot and windy.

And that plan that has been laid out for so much time is coming to an end this summer.

……

A sparrow chirped on a branch, the summer shade was thick, the sultry wind blew from the land to the sea, and the bird tilted its neck and brushed the fluff under its wings with the edge of its beak.

There was a muffled "bang", and the man standing under the window blew the barrel of the gun with a muffler and still emitting gunpowder smoke.

"The third."

At the same time, Liang Qiuzhizhi, who was already close to the old community in Tainan, was sitting in the back seat of a taxi that was steadily approaching.

Liang Qiuzhi used his powerful spiritual power radio waves and the brain wave amplification instrument specially developed for him within the Quan Jichi organization, and his spiritual power enveloped this entire area.

Along the way, he used the migratory and foraging birds as his eyes and ears, and soon locked on the location of Nibujia and the others.

Captain Kwon Jichi's mental power brainwave ability is very useful in battle, but it is extremely good for assistance and reconnaissance, if there is no corresponding means, it will be completely suppressed in intelligence.

However, the third sparrow that was shot before was the last creature controlled by Liang Qiu's wisdom today, and he would face a tough battle in the future, so it would never hurt to have some mental strength to protect himself.

"The general location is almost clear, although the number of people is a little more, but it is acceptable."

Liang Qiuzhi thought so, and the yellow taxi bumped on the uneven road. The picture in his mind gradually became more and more refined, and the picture scroll conveyed through the sparrow's narrow black and white vision spread out little by little.

He frowned, and the picture in his mind flowed through each frame, until he finally froze at the half-squinted man by the window, holding a black hole in his revolver, aiming at him with malicious intent before his gaze was cut off.

"I always feel a little uneasy......

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"Our Tainan is rich in products, beautiful scenery, people, hospitable, polite and ......" The old driver with a native tone of Taiwan Island chattered endlessly about the cultural customs of Taiwan Island, this is a middle-aged uncle with a somewhat exaggerated style, and has a blind pride in the place where he lives.

"The place I just passed through is called Wo Silkworm County, and the raw silk in it is good, you see a lot of mainland boys like you coming here to do raw silk business, and sure enough, the products of Taiwan Island are better than those in the mainland......

Liang Qiuzhi nodded casually, and the taxi drove to this distance, which was already in line with the picture in his mind. The captain of Kwon Jichi rolled down the window, stuck his head out of the gap in the glass, and looked up at the old museum that passed in front of him.

This yellowed low old building Liang Qiuzhi also appeared from the vision shared by the sparrows, and Liang Qiuzhi paid special attention to this iconic thing. He counted the distance, pondered in his mind, and then pulled his backpack from the seat at his side and placed it on his lap.

"Young man, listen to Uncle's words, you have to be solid at your age, willing to work, able to work, and most importantly, you can't lose your courage - it's not okay to be timid when you encounter things, what is young, young is to rush, you are to break, look at you, you are also a scholar, study hard, no one in this school teaches you this."

The middle-aged driver master was turning the steering wheel and swaying these words. He is a local aborigine, and he seems to have a fascination with preaching to these hairy boys from other places.

The man sitting in the back seat unzipped his backpack, he raised his head, looked directly into the eyes of the middle-aged man through the rearview mirror, and said in a deferential manner, 'I have been taught'.

However, these words encouraged the middle-aged uncle to speak more: "You young people, you always think our generation is verbose, but you don't know that Uncle has eaten more salt than you eat rice."

Don't look at Uncle Grandma's taxi now, that's because Uncle has seen it open and is good. More than 20 years earlier, it was when Uncle was young, what had he not done, what had he not experienced? !

Do you know that Uncle was one of the most ruthless people in the hall on the silkworm side at that time, and there were countless group fights, and there were five fingers to cut people into the hospital with a knife......

Liang Qiuzhi raised his head, looked at the driver with a surprised face, and said politely on his mouth, 'disrespectful, disrespectful', and the movements under his hands continued to shake without stopping.

After middle age, people will probably have a magical sense of self-esteem. The uncle, who claimed to have been mixed with the Bamboo Union Gang, was affirmed like this, so he felt satisfied.

He seemed to want the small scar on his arm from nowhere to add some convincing, but his slightly curved gaze casually looked behind him through the rearview mirror, and his expression suddenly stiffened.

Liang Qiuzhi took out the gun box in his backpack, and between talking to the driver, he had already clicked out the slender and elegant arc of the sniper rifle.

The old desk who was driving the car and talking constantly, his muscles were a little stiff and tangled, and he even drove a little bumpy.

Liang Qiu smiled politely at the middle-aged man, and he stretched the barrel of the front half of the sniper rifle out of the car along the half-open glass, and the part of the gun body was mounted on the glass window.

The taxi ran over a raised stone on the road, and the car staggered from side to side. Captain Quan Jichi frowned and turned his head:

"Stay steady, uncle......"

A 'bang' gunshot swept across the midsummer sky, and the yellow taxi was so frightened by the gunfire that it slid out of an S shape on the road and crashed into a green garbage bin on the side of the road before barely stopping.

The birds perched on the trees and the white doves in the square were frightened by the sound of gunfire and flew into the sky in flocks.

On the roof of an old and ordinary square building, a brown-skinned Southeast Asian man who was walking back and forth and monitoring the road was shot through the chest by Liang Qiuzhi, fell from the eaves, and fell to the ground on the first floor.

Captain Kwon pulled the gun back from the edge of the window, slowly rezipped the zipper of his backpack, slung it on one shoulder, opened the door with his other hand, and then dragged the spear.

"How much, uncle?"

The man got out of the car and asked the middle-aged driver for the fare through the open door. The master was probably frightened, but at this time he subconsciously quoted the price.

"Three...... Three hundred shellfish. ”

Liang Qiuzhi did not bargain, he took out three brand-new red tickets from his wallet, and handed them through the cracks in the welded fence of the carriage.

Then he turned around, looked up, and looked squarely at the man who was looking down from the edge of the window on the third floor with a cold face and an expressionless face.

"I'm coming, Nebuja Kadan......"

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In the quiet streets of the old city, where gunfire rang out in vain, and the nearby crowds of people and vehicles fled in terror, Griffith stood on the top floor of a fairly tall building, watching the ant-like crowd in the distance, running and walking in idle.

Poor little ones......

This time he came to Tainan, Griffith also brought a small package containing a change of clothes, and the rest of the things were guns and a triangular auxiliary wing that could be folded up.

The big demon mounted the black tripod behind his back, pulled open the pistol and checked the magazine and bullets.

Since Liang Qiuzhi's side has unexpectedly done with Nebujia and his party, his side will also speed up.

Thinking about this, the big demon finally took out a thick-framed sunglasses from his backpack and put them on his face.

These black sunglasses are not used for shading or concave shapes, but are a technological product developed by the alien energy of Mr. Liang Qiu, the leader of the Quan Ji Chi Research Brigade, to dock with his ability.

Because Liang Qiu's wisdom had clashed head-on with the people on the Xuanjian side many times before, and he used birds and birds as eyes, in fact, for the deployment of personnel on the Xuanjian side, the physical characteristics of each member were marked.

What he 'sees' in his eyes is transmitted to his headquarters on the far mainland through a special brainwave receiving device. After texturing and character locking by specialized technicians at the headquarters, it is fed back again.

This time, the feedback can be fed back to a number of extensions connected to the headquarters at the same time, and all extensions can enjoy the real-time information scanned by the headquarters through satellite positioning feedback.

With a slight step on the eaves, Griffith leaps deep from the top of the tall building. His whole body fell rapidly, and the triangular wings behind him stretched extremely in the headwind, swelling and dragging the big demon back into the sky.

Griffith maneuvered his wings through the gaps between the buildings, gliding twenty or thirty meters in the air, flying over the heads of the pedestrians beneath him—triangular shadows streaked across the ground like a giant bat.

Griffith shook his head, looking left and right at the topography. Within the black eyes, the buildings and pedestrians that have been 'drawn' like lines are presented one by one under the eyes of the big demon. They were processed by the headquarters of Kwon Jichi and turned into a semi-gray and translucent color.

And through the dense reinforced concrete complex, Griffith saw that three or four hundred meters ahead, about thirty glowing human bodies marked with crimson were scattered, holding long strips of things in their hands, running around.

On the east and south sides of the line of sight, there were two green figures moving rapidly, obviously Liang Qiuzhi and Joseph Rhine.

Griffith's shoulders shrank and landed on the roof of a house with a clear view. Because the people on the Xuanjian side did not have the assistance of the right to gather and gallop extremely sky satellites, their eyes could not penetrate the layers of buildings in the city and directly hit the behavior of the big demon.

This place is 'far away' from the first front, and the distance of more than three hundred meters is exactly what is suitable for snipers to play.

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