All the bright spots on the life detector have disappeared, everything has fallen silent, Zhang Daguan is silent in the cold storage, the temperature is still decreasing, the low temperature of minus 30 degrees has been maintained for an hour, the indoor oxygen content has been reduced to less than 5%, Zhang Daguan's mind is still sober, but the door of the cold storage still has no sign of opening, which shows that the other party's patience is very good.

Zhang Daguan began to feel a little nervous, if the other party really didn't plan to open the cold door and wait until tomorrow to deal with their corpses, he could use the Mahayana decision to support until that time, but Sang Beibei would definitely not be able to.

Zhang Yang's heart is fighting fiercely, the reason why he didn't jam the vise at the door according to Sang Beibei's words, is because he has long had a premonition that this is likely to be a trap, the enemy is hiding in the shadows, he and Sang Beibei's line has been exposed, only by using some unconventional means can the enemy take the initiative to appear, in this matter, Zhang Yang chose to take a risky move, he doesn't know what the chance of success is, but he believes that the enemy should not have such good patience.

Two hours have passed, and still no one has come in, Zhang Daguan is a little breathless, what he said to Sang Beibei just now is not an exaggeration, if Sang Beibei herself can breathe the technique, maybe she can hold on for a longer time, she is in a dormant state with her own help, if she can't recover within three hours, it is likely to cause sequelae.

Just when Zhang Yang's heart was getting more and more nervous, he heard a sigh, and the man said: "Why bother to kill yourself?"

Zhang Yang's heart moved, he knew that it was getting closer and closer when the other party came.

About fifteen minutes later, the sound of cutting guns sounded outside, the door of the deadly room was opened from the outside, and a cold wave poured out, and four men with loaded guns walked in, and they saw Zhang Yang and Sang Beibei lying on the ground, both of them were exposed to the outside, and their skin was covered with a layer of frost, and no one could survive for more than two hours in a low temperature of minus 30 degrees Celsius and a lack of oxygen.

A short figure appeared behind the four men, he sighed again, waved his hand, and one of the men with a gun came to Zhang Yang, touched his neck artery with his hand, and then checked Sang Beibei again, turned around and said, "All dead"

The diminutive man sighed as he motioned for four of his men to carry the bodies of Zhang Yang and Sang Beibei outside, the temperature in the cold storage was too low for him to go in and freeze.

Seeing Zhang Yang and Sang Beibei, who were almost frozen into icemen, the man walked over, approached Zhang Yang's face and looked at it, and a person next to him said, "I didn't expect it to be a black man." ”

The man turned his head a little dissatisfied: "You can't see it, this is a painted Peking Opera mask"

He stood up and said, "Clean his face and see who it is." He picked up the phone and dialed a number, respectfully saying, "Both of them have frozen to death."

A woman's voice came over the phone: "Check them out and find out who they are." ”

"Yes"

A man in black went over and found a wet towel out of nowhere to wipe Zhang Yang's face. But before the towel fell on Zhang Yang's face, he found that this guy suddenly opened his eyes, it was scary enough for the dead man to open his eyes, this guy drew a big black face, and the white eyes were particularly conspicuous, this opening of the eyes scared the man in black to the soul, and before he could react, Zhang Daguan had already slashed his neck with a palm, these people were well-trained professional agents, but no one thought that the person who had been judged to be dead would suddenly attack, and the person who reacted first raised his gun to shoot, Zhang Daguan's speed of action was far beyond their imagination, grabbed the man's wrist, pushed up, all the bullets shot to the ceiling, his left foot flew up and kicked the other man out, the body hit the body of another person, the two screamed and fell to the ground, Zhang Yang restrained the gunner's acupoint, snatched his pistol, and then saw that the short man actually rushed to Sang Beibei, the muzzle of the gun in his hand was aimed at Sang Beibei's head, and said loudly: "If you dare to act rashly, I will kill her"

He deduced from Zhang Yang that he was not dead, so he deduced that Sang Beibei was also fake death, and saw that Zhang Yang instantly put down his four subordinates, this kind of skill was too amazing, and it was impossible for him to compete with him. Therefore, I can only win in danger, restrain Sang Beibei first, and use Sang Beibei to blackmail Zhang Yang.

Zhang Daguan's pistol was aimed at this guy's head, and he said coldly: "She's dead anyway, and I don't care if you shoot her more." ”

The short man said, "Lie to me? Alright, let's try," his fingers gestured to pull the trigger.

Zhang Yang said: "You won"

"Put down your gun," the man shouted.

Zhang Yang slowly put down the pistol, just as he put down the pistol, the man turned the muzzle of the gun and aimed at Zhang Yang and pulled the trigger, but Zhang Yang's body flew out like an arrow, and the continuous bullets missed, Zhang Yang grabbed the pistol on the ground and returned two shots, one shot hit the man's right shoulder, and the other shot hit his left knee knee, and the man snorted and fell to his knees.

Without waiting for him to get up from the ground, Zhang Yang pounced, and the muzzle of the gun smoking was pressed against his forehead: "It's not a good thing to look at you." ”

Although the man fell into Zhang Yang's hands, his face did not show the slightest fear, he stared at Zhang Yang's eyes and said, "Know who you are fighting against?" ”

Zhang Yang said: "I don't know, I'm not interested, I've never been interested in the dead." He restrained the man's acupuncture point, then came to Sang Beibei's side, massaged her around her a few times, grabbed her palm and sent a breath of internal breath, and Sang Beibei woke up quietly.

Several agents were shocked by what they saw in front of them, you must know that these two people stayed in the cold storage with extreme hypoxia and low temperature of more than 30 degrees below zero for nearly three hours, not to mention people in such an environment, even cockroaches may not survive, this vitality is very strong.

After Sangbeibei woke up, she slowed down for a while before her body regained consciousness, she picked up a pistol on the ground and aimed it at the short man: "Feiqi" She knew this man.

The man was a little surprised, he didn't expect this woman with a freckled face to know him.

Sang Beibei's next words immediately revealed her identity: "Did you kill Zhao Jun?" ”

Fei Qi blinked, stared at Sang Beibei and said, "You are Jingwei"

The senior agents in the national security have their own code names, and Jingwei is the code name of Sang Beibei.

Sang Beibei said: "Let me ask you again, did you kill Zhao Jun?" ”

Feiqi laughed, "You can't escape, you should know the consequences of betraying the organization." ”

Sanbeibei raised her pistol and smashed it into his face, and she hit it unequivocally, causing Feige's face to bloom, Feige was still smiling, and his expression was extremely hideous. He gritted his teeth and said: "Zhao Jun betrayed the organization and betrayed the country, and you are the same, you all have to pay the price for your actions." ”

Sang Beibei said: "There are other people who betray the organization and communicate with foreign countries, you are just a poor worm who is used by others. ”

Feiqi said: "I don't care"

Sang Beibei said: "I'll give you ten seconds to think about it. The pistol was pressed against Feige's forehead.

Fei Qi said: "Don't think about it, just kill me"

Sang Beibei said: "It's too cheap to kill you, she looked at the cold storage not far away, grabbed Fei Qi, pushed him in, and asked Zhang Yang to help push all the remaining four agents in." ”

Zhang Yang was worried that Zhang Bijun would rush to hear the news, and urged Sang Beibei to leave this place as soon as possible.

Sang Beibei closed the door of the cold storage, and then left with Zhang Yang, Feiqi's gang came down from the elevator, they came down from the elevator, searched every corner of the place, and found that this was a secret training ground of Guoan, and did not find too many suspicious places other than that.

The two left the cold storage through the elevator and returned to the Jetta car, and Sang Beibei's long-suppressed sadness finally broke out, and she lay in the car and cried in a low voice.

Zhang Yang looked at Sang Beibei sympathetically, did not speak, silently started the engine and drove into the distance through the silence of the night.

They didn't get what they wanted, and the only thing they got was to confirm Zhao Jun's death. For Sang Beibei, I don't know if this is her luck or misfortune? If she hadn't seen Zhao Jun's body, then Sang Beibei still had a glimmer of hope in her heart, but now, all her hopes have been dashed, and Sang Beibei said sadly: "She killed my brother." ”

Zhang Yang glanced at her quickly, then returned to the road again, and then said in a low voice: "It's been a long time, and the mourning has changed." ”

Sang Beibei said: "Things will not end here"

Zhang Yang stepped on the brakes, looked at Sang Beibei and said seriously: "Zhang Bijun is very cunning, tonight's things are very dangerous, if it weren't for our luck, we would have frozen to death in the cold storage now." ”

Sang Beibei said: "I won't bother you anymore, from now on you take your Yangguan Road, I take my single-plank bridge." ”

Zhang Yang said: "What evidence do you have in your hands, tell me, maybe I can help." ”

Sang Beibei looked at Zhang Yang and shook his head and said, "You have helped me enough, I understand this love." ”

"But ......"

"It's nothing, what should be done, I know in my heart, don't worry, I won't do anything excessive."

Zhang Yang nodded, and motioned to Sang Beibei to put himself down on the street in front of him, and Sang Beibei handed him a towel: "Wipe the oil paint on your face, it's like a ghost."

Zhang Yang wiped the oil paint off his face, and then left Sang Beibei's car, as soon as he left, Sang Beibei stepped on the accelerator and flew away.

Zhang Yang walked to the parking lot not far away, returned to his seated tiger, sat in the car, and breathed a long sigh of relief, recalling everything that happened tonight in his mind, as if he had experienced a nightmare.

(To be continued)