These thirty-six senior spy teams are almost all in charge of various countries or regions, and these people have different backgrounds, but these people all have a common characteristic, that is, they are all in charge of a region, and they still have a stable and fixed public identity, so that ordinary people can't see through what this guy does.

But now the gang is all lying honestly in their own cabin, and now they are all fixed in the back seat.

Zhao Li parked those air and space fighters in a big desert, in the depths of this Afghan desert, no one will come here, of course he doesn't plan to throw these people here, if it's just to kill these people, it's better to use a pistol to relax, but to punish them, so that those people will never dare to go against themselves, then let them understand their own strength.

And this kind of strength is not something that can be reflected by killing a person.

If they want to play kidnapping, then they will play it themselves.

After these people settled down and tied them all up, Zhao Li flew towards a town in Afghanistan with his power armor, and there was this tattoo parlor in an inconspicuous place in that town, and the tattoo parlor in this place had only one characteristic, that is, it could not be washed off!

If you want to wash off the tattoo, you need to use a special potion, and if you don't have it, you can't do it in any special way, except to tear off the skin.

After finding the shopkeeper himself, he activated the electronic disguise in the spy device, disguised himself as a typical Arab, and then talked to him.

"Dude. I've caught a couple of Spies now, and I'm wondering how to trick them. So that they will not dare to come here for the rest of their lives! ”

The Afghan tattoo artist immediately widened his eyes. "Spies? Did you catch it? ”

"Yes! Are you interested in checking it out? ”

"Okay!"

"Bring your tattoo tools, and we'll leave them a little indelible mark for a lifetime!"

"Excellent! I like it! The tattoo artist licked his lips. He liked this trace the most.

The guy picked up the tool, then looked at the tattoo machine next to him and shook his head a little bitterly. "Other things are easy to say, but this thing is very heavy!"

As soon as the tattoo master finished speaking, Zhao Li lifted the thing with laughter, and then in the surprised eyes of the tattoo artist, he stunned it and took the tattoo artist to the depths of the desert.

Deep in the desert, by the time the tattoo artist woke up, there were only a few planes around him. And his equipment was still there, and his tattoo machine had a thick pile of bills on it.

"We hate Americans, but there's no reason to hate dollar bills! Here's $400,000 and you can take it at any time, but what I'm asking for is that today's matter be kept secret, and that you have to give me a nice tattoo! ”

The tattoo artist looked at the people around him, then nodded, this sum of money was enough for him to live the rest of his life alone.

"What do you want me to do now? I'll do it right away! ”

"Good!" Zhao Li smiled happily, but in the eyes of the tattoo master. The big Arab man standing in front of him was smiling obscenely.

"There are thirty-six spies here, and what I want you to do is very simple, tattoo these people's hands and feet, as well as their necks, chests, abdomen, backs, and even waists, using the tattoos you are best at! I'm a spy! ”

"I'm a spy?"

"That's right! Use all the prevailing terms everywhere. Such as English, Arabic, Chinese, German, Spanish, Japanese, and more! The languages of several countries are drawn in, and of course, this is a sample! The size of the tattoo is up to you. But what I'm asking is that everybody must be able to see and be able to see clearly. It can't be unclear. ”

The tattoo artist nodded, then fixed his gaze on the thirty-six high-ranking spies.

"If there is no problem. Let's get to work! ”

Start work, of course it's going to start. But there is one more thing these tattoo artists need to do, and that is to mix the paint used for the tattoo.

Glancing at the person who hired him, the tattoo artist smiled slightly. "Actually, there are many kinds of tattoo paint, some can be washed off, some can't be washed off, I think you should want to use something that can't be washed off as paint for these people!"

"Of course!"

"No problem, I promise they can't wash it off every day, this is our ancestral secret recipe here! That's where I used to tattoo the chiefs here. ”

Once the tattoo artist started to prepare the tattoo equipment, it got to work.

One by one, he stripped them naked and began his work.

It took him a whole night to tattoo twelve people.

Then he also worked in this place the next day, Zhao Li left for a while, went back to show up for a while, handed over the sorted materials to Minister Wu, and then looked very tired and pretended to go back to the room to sleep, and left under the pretext of himself.

Not to mention anything else, the tattoo artist still has to take care of it yourself.

By the time the tattoo artist had finished with these people, it was already night, and he hadn't put on the clothes off which these people had taken off.

The figures of these people are not bad, especially several women, who were originally still convex and backward, at least the kind of women who are a little angry at first glance, but now these people have tattoos on their chests, and they are not interested in looking at it, especially on the chests of those female spies, this tattoo artist also added. "I'm a female spy, don't be seduced by me." Such a statement.

I guess no one will be interested in reading that sentence anymore.

Looking at the dense tattoos on these people from top to bottom, Zhao Li sneered, he had to prepare something else.

This thing is the information of the safe house inside the CIA, and this information is what they care about the most, because the people living in this safe house are the relatives of the CIA high-level.

The addresses and phone numbers of these safe houses were written on them, as well as a list of the occupants.

Zhao Li made these things into cards one by one and hung them on the chests of these spies.

"It's done very well. I love what you added, it's your bounty! "$100,000 went down again." This is your bounty. Plus, you know, it's hush money! ”

"No problem!" The tattoo artist said yes quickly!

Then the guy scratched his head in embarrassment. "When it's done, doesn't it mean I'm going to be corona again? Really don't call me! ”

This guy looks a little scared. "Corona, or stunned, you choose one!"

"Then it's still electricity!"

didn't give him time to react, Zhao Li directly electrocuted him.

Then he was safely sent back with all the equipment and personnel.

This money is enough to pay and seal, I believe this tattoo artist will not say it, you must know that he is an active local anti-American, otherwise Zhao Li would not choose this family.

After sending him to him, Zhao Li left.

He now has to complete the final step of this revenge.

Catching the spies and getting them tattooed is just the first step.

The rest is the final key. If you want to beat these people into fear, if you want to beat these people so that you don't dare to have this idea anymore, you need more shocking means, at least let these people weigh them as soon as they think of their own means.

At night, reporters from the major newspapers and television stations in New York City received an anonymous text message with the simple content that the Pentagon would be watching at five o'clock tomorrow morning.

No one knew what it was, but they remembered the time, whether it was true or not. At this time, as long as there is news, it is a good thing, but this kind of practice, it is estimated that those extremist people, or some organization that wants to be famous. Otherwise, it wouldn't have done such a thing in such a way.

At 5 a.m. U.S. time, when the reporters who had received the news came to the Pentagon, there was nothing on top of the Pentagon.

"Cut! It's fake news! ”

I heard someone complaining. Several reporters looked over curiously. "So you've received a text message too?"

"Don't you ...... too" Several reporters looked at each other, and these were all well-known media outlets. Including the reporters from various media stationed here, it can be said that the media reporters with a little influence in the international community have all come.

This is the rhythm of doing big things!

These people, you look at me, I look at you. I don't know what will happen to the Pentagon at this time.

But they can imagine that there is no movement at all, and if so many reporters are called here, I am afraid that things will not be easy, and the most common thing is probably to cause some kind of explosion here.

Several reporters even wanted to get ready to go.

But just as they were about to leave, or find something to use as cover, a reporter glanced curiously at the Pentagon, which made her unforgettable for the rest of her life.

At a casual glance, thirty-six white flesh figures were hung from the roof of the Pentagon in a row, and the feet of these people were sprayed with paint to form a statement. "Being a spy doesn't end well."

"Look!" The female reporter screamed frantically.

She hadn't seen anything in the Pentagon before she had just chatted with them.

But now it's only been a few minutes, and so many more people are hanging on it. How weird it looks.

The language of several countries is spray-painted with sentences that look like a satire of the Pentagon.

But it's clear to everyone that it's not that simple.

Soon some paper fell from the sky, and those reporters had a lot of more information at hand, and these papers that fell from the sky recorded the identities of the people who were hanging on it.

"Oh my God! This guy is a diplomat on the surface, but in fact he is a high-ranking spy? ”

"Isn't he the accountant of the branch of the XX company, how can he be a spy!"

These unthinkable identities provide cover for these spies, and at the same time give these journalists room to use their imagination.

What kind of people are these people hanging here?

The only thing they can think of now is ghosts!

The second idea is that magicians or something, only these two kinds of people can create such a spectacle on this Pentagon.

But what these people are doing now is not speculation, they only do one thing, and that is to pick up the camera and start shooting like crazy.

With the camera shutter clicking non-stop.

The whole press corps is in chaos!

The guards at the gate of the Pentagon also noticed the reporter's vision at this time, and as they looked in the direction of their photographs, the group of retired soldiers were stunned.

After a brief moment of surprise, they picked up the walkie-talkie and began to report the incident to the Pentagon management.

Then the entire Pentagon was put under martial law.

What a joke, now someone is able to hang people on the roof of a building, God knows how many enemies there are, the penetration of these enemies is small, and if they really kill a few generals or high-ranking personnel, they can only wait to lose their jobs.

Looking at the reporters outside, several soldiers still wanted to control them, but these reporters had already left with their cameras in their hands.

This kind of news is definitely a Pentagon scandal, and if the information of the gang of people who have been hung up like this is not wrong, then this matter is a big deal, and if you can't report it first, then no matter how you look at it, you won't be able to take a place in the subsequent ratings frenzy.

For the sake of ratings, these TV stations fought hard! (To be continued......)