The 51st district under the rising sun is even quieter. Because the surrounding area is rocky desert and Gobi, there are almost no flying birds, only green trees and shrubs in District 51, and a few birds are basking in the morning sun, leisurely combing their feathers. The occasional pleasant ringing sound or two can always be heard throughout Area 51.

When a figure is approaching Area 51 at what appears to be slow, but in fact it is extremely fast, the first thing that comes to mind is the observation post hiding in the shadows. When an order was immediately transmitted to the tarmac at the northwest corner, a police helicopter was about to take off from the ground, and Cong Ye had already stepped into the so-called military restricted area demarcated by Area 51.

Ignoring the warning in the air, the leaves maintained their speed and made their way through Area 51. He was eager to find the location of the iron cage that had closed him back then. Only by finding that location will the foliage be able to accurately determine the location of the underground chamber.

The warning was ineffective, and a whistling of machine-gun bullets followed.

Cong Ye glanced up at the police helicopter in the sky, and the thumb of his right hand suddenly bent slightly in the direction of the nose, only to see the pilot's head tilted, and the helicopter lost control, shook and fell to the ground, and then there was a huge explosion and skyrocketing fire.

Cong Ye ignored it and continued to look for the location of the iron cage back then.

Looking around, the bush leaves did not find the slightest trace in the impression.

Cong Ye was also negligent for a while, thinking about the power of the explosion when the underground secret room self-destructed, how could the buildings on the ground remain the same?

When Cong Ye figured it out, there was a huge roar above his head again, and when he heard the sound, Cong Ye knew that this was no longer a police helicopter. When I looked up, sure enough, three Black Hawk military helicopters were hovering in the air. Looking at the surface-to-surface missiles suspended under the fuselage, the corners of Cong Ye's mouth curled. I thought to myself, since I bombed it once more than two years ago, I might as well blow it up again today, and it should be a courtesy.

Cong Ye flicked five fingers of his right hand repeatedly, this time he did not go to the pilot, but directly aimed at the ground-to-surface missile suspended under the fuselage.

The pilots simply did not have time to react, and three helicopters blossomed in the air one after the other. If three huge fireworks were set off, Cong Ye thought to himself, if this was at night, it would definitely be very spectacular.

Not wanting to entangle with them any longer, Congye opened the door of a closed building and broke in. It was empty, there was nothing, and no one was there. Cong Ye took off his clothes, sat in a group, stuffed it into an inconspicuous corner, and deliberately found something that I don't know what kind of tatters to cover it, so he slowly melted into the ground without hurrying and walked down a thousand meters.

After searching the entire underground of Area 51 again, Cong Ye never saw any underground buildings in existence. You can still vaguely find the thick cement walls of the nuclear bunker that trapped you back then, and it took a little effort to find the remains of the rotunda along these concrete walls. Of course, the clumps were found from the traces left by what was once a huge explosion. Because that rotunda was the center of the explosion, as long as you find the center of the explosion, you will also find the location of the rotunda.

After taking a closer look at the traces of the explosion, Congye was disappointed. With such a huge explosion, it is impossible to leave anything behind.

Although he was very unwilling, Cong Ye could only give up, return to the building on the ground along the same way, and after getting dressed again, he glanced out through the door he had broken into. It's quiet outside, what's going on?

Cong Ye is not stupid, he is a former soldier, and he knows that the quietest time is often the most dangerous time. Congye didn't dare to risk the cool, but quickly rushed out. This time, the speed exerted by the leaves is the limit of the speed that can be reached after waking up. Just three or four seconds after the leaves burst out of the building, the building disappeared with a loud explosion.

When the bush leaf stabilized his staggered body that had been hit by the blast wave of the explosion, and when he looked back, a small mushroom cloud rose from the center of the explosion.

"Nuclear weapons?!"

Cong Ye wanted to scold people at this time, and wanted to do it very much.

Looking at the other helicopter that had already risen high in the sky after dropping the bomb, Cong Ye waved his arm and punched out when he aimed at the plane. Doing this action, Cong Ye was purely to vent the stuffiness in his chest, of course, because the other party actually used nuclear weapons on himself.

When the helicopter in the sky was hit by his own punch, it suddenly disappeared, and without even making any sound, it turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared. The clump leaves on the ground couldn't help but grow their mouths.

Wider than the leaf was the commander of the operation, Colonel Locke, who was hiding in a fixed-wing plane in the northeast sky outside Area 51.

Colonel Locke was enjoying the spectacular scene after the small nuclear explosion, but he saw the helicopter that had just been sent to drop the bomb silently turn into a puff of black smoke and disappear. Then he saw the clump of leaves on the ground, his right hand clenched into a fist, high above his head.

Of course, no one knew who the person on the ground who suddenly appeared was. As for Cong Ye, the whole country of M firmly believes that in the explosion of self-destruction in the underground secret room two years ago, it has long been reduced to ashes.

"Playback, quick!"

Colonel Locke immediately ordered the people around him to play back the footage just now, and he wanted to know what happened to the helicopter.

Colonel Locke saw it, and saw the man on the ground angrily punch the helicopter in the air, and the helicopter disappeared without a trace in a puff of black smoke.

"God, what's that?!"

The people around him ignored Colonel Locke, who was still looking down at the video materials, and pointed out the window of the machine, standing out of thin air, the handsome young man with fluttering black hair was speechless in surprise.

Congye waved his hand at the people inside, and then threw another punch.

Cong Ye also wanted to know, what was going on with that punch just now, why did it kill that Black Hawk helicopter without even making a sound?

This time, Cong Ye was careful to understand it.

It turned out that when he punched vigorously, the Zhen Qi in his whole body was automatically concentrated on the fist, and as the fist was punched, a huge amount of Zhen Qi also condensed into a force and left the body, heading straight for the target he wanted to hit.

As a result, the fixed-wing military plane hovering in the air as a command center turned into a puff of black smoke again and dissipated with the wind under the noses of the bush leaves.

"That's incredible, isn't it?"

With a soft mutter, Cong Ye turned around and stepped into the void step by step back into the Gobi, and soon, his figure was far away from the world's most famous military forbidden area, Area 51, which had trapped him for two years.

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