Tianjue City was completely under martial law in less than twenty minutes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Attacking the police is a small matter, but shooting down a helicopter, this is not a robber, this is armed forces.

Although the marksmanship and combat effectiveness are not too high, how can this not be a big force?

Police cars, military vehicles roared around the area, and the warning area was two blocks. All passages out of the city are closed, and only entry and exit are allowed. Even if you enter, it is strictly checked.

Not many of the vehicles that had left the city knew that something was happening behind them, and the cities ahead did not intercept them. Even the recent Vegas wasn't too nervous.

Because the robbers are still in Tianjue City, where perfect control has been made, the robbers have not been able to jump out.

Policemen, fighters in camouflage uniforms, groups began to collect the ropes, call up the surrounding surveillance, and look for the two bandits.

They believed that these two robbers, who did not look like the Middle Eastern, but at most Indian-blood, had not left this area, and they were fast enough.

Tianjue City is tense and chaotic, and it has not been completely detonated.

At this time, Xue Lang and Zuo Boyang had already changed their clothes, and Xue Lang was listening to the report of Bing Linghua in the headset while staring at the data transmitted on the terminal.

They didn't drive, and the two of them didn't dress like a maverick, very ordinary, authentic locals.

The location where the two of them traveled was not a residential house, but an area where dignitaries lived, similar to the former provincial party committee compound in Huaxia and the residential area of the current high-end community.

Here, there is their third goal.

The target is also an old man over 70 years old, and the reason why he lives here is because the other party was indeed a politician, and his daughter is still a politician.

At this time, whether it was an important location or a confidential department, they were already facing a great enemy, lest Tianjue City be the target of the other party's attack. Although it may not seem like it at the moment, it cannot be considered that way until the robbers are caught.

In the vehicle discarded by the other party, it is indeed the property of the robbery, as well as all kinds of guns, but the guns do not mean anything, because the streets are all over the street, and in the United States, it is not a matter of buying them. But this cannot rule out the possibility that the other party is the group that attacked Luoshan Chicken.

Xue Lang didn't stop when he saw the information provided by Bing Linghua and the route of travel.

What about the other party's strict control?

This target must be attacked, because this will Bing Linghua has already been verified, the other party is the leader of those corpses in the Golden Cave, after the department was disbanded and merged into the SRT, he entered the political circle, and he will know a lot of information that Xue Lang wants.

In less than five minutes, the two approached this heavily defended residential area, a Western-style mansion area.

Looking at the policemen who were patrolling the surroundings vigilantly, and the bodyguards standing at the door, Xue Lang's eyes were weak, and he disappeared into the greenery with the two of them.

Inside the fence, there are also figures patrolling with hands, not to mention the bulging waists, one by one in a suit and tie, with a headset, with sunglasses, cool, looking very tasteful.

A few vicious pitbulls stuck out their tongues, and Haci gasped, their ears moving from time to time.

Here, needless to say, as long as someone intrudes, without monitoring equipment, these vicious big dogs alone are enough.

The noise outside made them highly nervous, lest the person they were protecting have an accident.

This man is not rich, but he is important.

This man's name was Johann Strauss, and he was a very prestigious figure, who once held great power. The daughter is also an important person now, and may be the secretary of state in the future.

At this time, John was nearly eighty years old, and he was old, but his years of military career had made his eyes sharp, accustomed to life and death, and he had a kind of indifference to life when he looked at people.

He would lie comfortably on the chaise longue in the study, and behind him the beautiful woman who was almost the same as his granddaughter was wearing only a loose t-shirt, her full breasts were trembling, and the hem was not difficult to see that it was not a thong or anything like that, and she was not wearing it at all. And this will give him a massage.

This beauty has a bit of Irish ancestry, Indian ancestry, and maybe French genes, anyway, beautiful and special, the skin is wheat-colored, but not dark, tight, shiny, bumpy, absolutely stunner.

It was supposed to be the partner of the rich and the rich, but this would serve this bad old man who had entered old age very seriously, and he did not dislike this old thing because he was too old.

Old John's eyes were slightly closed, his expression was very pleasant, and the red wine in his hand like plasma shook slightly, but it did not spill out.

It can be seen that he is very good at enjoying it, and there is a sickly flush on his face full of age spots.

He likes this kind of life very much, and he likes the freedom that he bought with conspiracy and conspiracy, and the road to freedom paved with countless blood.

Unlike those bankers, he doesn't like antiques and treasures, thinking that those luxuries will only rust his brain, so he has been in politics for so many years, except for the occasional release of hormones with the secretary who changes frequently, there is no big problem.

There are more than 20 retired special combat team bodyguards outside, and he believes that safety is absolutely fine.

These are not security guards who graduated from class, but elites who have dozens or hundreds of lives in their hands, crawling and surviving in blood and fire.

Their wages are ridiculously high, and this is the only place where the old guys have a high income.

And these elites, although retired, are very willing to stay here with respect, respect, or something else for this old John.

Of course, the personal lives of these elites are naturally not bad, they have wives and girls, they have a good house, they have a good car, they have day and night shifts, they also have a rotating vacation once a week, a week off, and a high salary to maintain their luxury travel, so to speak, a free life, nothing more than that.

Time is free, half a month of work, half a month of paid leave, not 24 hours on duty. Money freedom, salary is enough to spend, pay bills, it's not a mansion, but it's not a house that ordinary people can afford, and they all own cars.

This life is really good.

These were all given by old John. And they just need to make sure that the old guy lives a few more years.

In this comfortable atmosphere, suddenly, a bodyguard jerked in one direction.

He just felt someone pass by. It was a very subtle feeling, not a sight, but a real feeling, a smell of danger foreknowledge.

The companion stood still, but turned his head to look in that direction as well.

The other two men standing opposite them looked straight ahead and the other followed the gaze of their companion across the street to the door of the mansion.

Then, several people turned their heads.

There, there was nothing, even a few Pitbulls seemed to be aware, but they only moved their ears, only one dog made a round, then returned to its immobile state, and continued to stick out its tongue to dissipate heat.

They turned their gaze back, and there was a bodyguard at the door, still standing with his hands crossed, and nothing seemed to change.

Xue Lang's eyes were empty.

He had already judged that these guys were not as simple as bodyguards, because they had an iron-blooded murderous aura on their bodies.

It is the murderous spirit that can only be experienced after the baptism of war on the battlefield.

And this will, he more intuitively judge that these are the elites of the soldiers who are not worse than himself back then.

It seems that the value of the goal is still not low......

I muttered to myself, my heartbeat, still below forty, beating slowly and slightly.

The breath is almost non-existent, and the whole person is like no life.

This will make his hidden aura even stronger, in fact, just now he and Zuo Boyang were only a dozen meters away from a few pitbulls lying on the ground, and they crawled slowly, but they were not found.

If it weren't for the most primitive perception skills that these guys have experienced on the battlefield, the two of them would not have been noticed at all.

However, it still didn't work, and in the moment it seemed to those people, all they had to do was just stay still.

The effect of the simulation is exactly the same as that of the surrounding environment, and it is not as simple as a makeup simulation.

Xue Lang didn't need to turn his head to look, everything around him was under control.

Seeing that several people retracted their gaze, he continued to move slowly, slowly approaching the building.

Those monitoring equipment are furnishings, and there is no need for Bing Ling Hua to sneak in, Bing Ling Hua only needs to control a few shots, and Xue Lang doesn't plan to take too many things.

Collecting money will kill you. He was still clear about this, after all, there was no suitable hiding place in Tianjue City, and Vegas, an hour away, had several hiding places that would not be suspected. One of them is an old Chinese family that has existed for more than 100 years, and it is already an authentic local, so it will not arouse suspicion.

The two of them were less than ten meters away from the bodyguards at the door and slowly moved to the root of the wall, and then moved, the phantom flashed, and at the position of the monitoring blind spot, the two of them were dressed in turquoise, and at the moment of color change, they were pasted on the wall.

And the jumpsuit also switched to the new environment simulation effect while the two of them were sticking to the wall like geckos.

They succeeded in leaving the most likely exposed link undetected, and then the two of them slowly and silently walked up the wall and quietly moved upstairs.

The guys standing on the roof of the building were armed with assault rifles, but apparently didn't notice anyone approaching and sneaking in.

Xue Lang and Zuo Boyang moved slowly, but very smoothly, and under the feet of a guy, they quietly opened a window and disappeared silently on the third floor.

The window of the attic on the third floor was where the long-range sniper hid, but no one expected that just now, the sniper who was lying there with a gun suddenly did not move. The deputy next to him also maintained the movement of holding the telescope, motionless.

Xue Lang pulled out the golden needles on the two guys, put them away, looked at them slightly, and made a gesture that lasted only half an hour.

Zuo Boyang nodded, but followed the comparison, which meant that in half an hour, the first target would report the case.

The corners of Xue Lang's mouth curled, and he replied, asking him to be responsible for cleaning up the building, leaving no one behind, and he interrogated him personally.

Zuo Boyang moved his shoulders, moved the Spartan war knife that he had just become familiar with, nodded and disappeared.

Xue Lang looked at it carefully again, and then touched the second floor.

The person he's looking for will still be enjoying the massage comfortably.

However, Zuo Boyang's judgment that the old woman who was the first target of the attack would wake up and report the case in half an hour was discreet, and at the moment when Xue Lang took a step, the old woman woke up leisurely.