Chinese Through the car window, I saw that there were two men sitting in the car, and the driver was a young man of about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a slender figure, sword eyebrows, and white clothes, like a jade tree in the wind, majestic and heroic, and in those eyes, a cold and clear cold glow was emanated, and the cold and thorough gaze pointed straight to the front of the car. The other man was thirty-five or sixteen years old, with a hooked nose, high cheekbones, shaved cheeks, a cold and solemn countenance, and his skin was so white that there seemed to be no trace of blood.

Both men were Caucasian without exception.

The chemical plant is part of a foreign-funded group, and there is nothing wrong with the appearance of two foreigners, but Leng Binghan suddenly tightened in his heart, both of them gave him a feeling that it was not simple, and then he thought that the kidnapping of Qin Mei was very likely to be a foreign force, and he subconsciously felt that he should be inseparable from these two foreigners.

The car drove past the cold road and drove straight into the garage, but the garage door closed slowly, and no one came out for a long time.

Leng Binghan felt a little strange at first, but then he was shocked in his heart, and said secretly: "Could it be that the secret passage to the underground is inside?" At the thought of this possibility, Leng Binghan's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate.

Leng Binghan continued to wait patiently for a long time, until he felt that there was no movement around, and then under the double cover of the wind and night, he flashed to the front of the garage, and found that there was no abnormal sound inside, and slowly forced, secretly broke the garage lock, and opened the garage door a small gap, and then quietly dodged in, and then restored the garage door to its original state, so as not to let people find out the abnormality.

There was nothing in the garage except for the car that had just been parked, and there was nothing special to be seen.

Leng Binghan circled around the car, and through careful investigation, he found that there was a secret door under the car, and the car was also specially made, pressing one of the buttons, a dark hole would appear under the car, and at the same time, the saddle would sink in.

Seeing such a design, Leng Binghan couldn't help but sigh secretly, it was really ingenious, and ordinary people couldn't imagine that there was a hole here, especially if it had to be used with such a specially modified car to be effective, and the secret could not be found without one, but it was really ingenious.

The artist was bold, and without the slightest hesitation, he quietly got into the car, pressed the button, and the saddle immediately sank, sending him underground, about ten meters deep, and then stopped.

Leng Bing held his breath and tentatively stepped down from the saddle, only to realize that the place he was in was a small basement. And the saddle that transmits the cold down is independent, and the cleverly designed hydraulic device is propped up, and after it rises and closes, there is really no trace of it.

Leng Binghan secretly admired, but in his heart he was on guard, a passage was so painstaking, this may really be comparable to the Longtan Tiger's Den.

But who built such an elaborate basement? And what is the purpose? Leng Binghan was very confused, but he faintly felt that this foreign-funded group had a lot of ulterior problems.

There is only one door in the basement, and when you open the door, there is a narrow hallway.

The corridor was about fifty meters long, brightly lit, empty and lonely, with no figure in sight and no sound. It's just that there are a lot of monitors above the corridor, almost all over any corner, so that there is no blind spot in the monitoring, and it is generally difficult for anyone to pass through here.

Leng Binghan took a closer look, and suddenly found that the monitor was scanning the space below, but there was a vacuum area of less than half a meter at the top of the corridor. Of course, ordinary people can't travel through the past unless they can fly.

Although Leng Binghan couldn't fly yet, it couldn't be difficult for him, he jumped hard, jumped diagonally to the top of the corridor, supported both sides with his hands and feet, and moved quickly along the top of the corridor, like a juggling skillful movement, easily avoiding the monitor in the corridor.

Coming to the end of the corridor, Rao is cold and cold strength was long, and when he came down fifty meters, his arm was also slightly sore.

He took a long breath, supported the corridor with his hands and feet, did not fall for a while, and quietly poked his head out to look, only to see that this place suddenly opened up. The long corridor is as bright as day, and there are more than a dozen polished glass entrances on both sides of the corridor, and two heavily armed men are waiting on the corridor, looking out with blazing eyes.

The vigilance of the guards is not high, and they have not relaxed their vigilance because this place is located in a secret underground, but it also shows that this place should indeed be a very important place, so that it will be so heavily guarded, Situ Huanzhu must not have found the wrong place.

In addition to being happy, Leng Binghan couldn't help but have a little headache, his position was at least ten meters away from the two guards, and there was no other way to go, no matter how he moved, it was difficult to avoid the eyes of the guards.

After thinking for a moment, the cold suddenly became difficult, and he kicked the ground on his toes, and swooped down from the top of the corridor, as fast as a flying arrow.

Since there was no way to avoid it, Leng Binghan also made up his mind and decided to attack.

The two guards also suddenly found Leng Binghan's figure, and they were about to launch an alarm, but Leng Binghan's body was ghostly, and he jumped over a space of more than ten meters almost in an instant, his hands stretched out like a poisonous snake out of a hole, and his fingers were like knives, and he fell on the guard's neck with great agility.

The guards can be regarded as extraordinary people, but under the cold sneak attack, they are as weak as children, and they don't even snort and faint.

Leng Binghan reached forward and held the two bodies in time to avoid making a sound when they landed, only to find that one of them had pressed his fingers on a button on his body.

Leng Binghan didn't know what the effect of this button was, but he also knew that if he really wanted to press it, it would not be of any benefit to himself, so he couldn't help but exhale lightly, secretly glad that he was fast enough and lucky enough, otherwise it would be really troublesome. Then he grabbed the two of them by the plackets and carried their sturdy bodies back into the corridor without much effort.

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I don't know how long it took, one of the guards named Zhang Bin only felt a pain in the acupoint, a chill, and woke up at the same time, when he opened his mouth out of instinct, he only felt a pain in his throat, and the throat was resisted by a sharp blade that escaped the cold of autumn water. The killing intent, which was as cold as snow, made people feel a suffocating fear, and for a while, they only felt as if their throats were filled with ice, and they couldn't make the slightest sound.

At this time, he only saw a pair of eyes staring at himself, and the cold eyes had no emotion except for the killing, Rao was experienced in a hundred battles, and he couldn't help but tremble, only to feel that under the gaze of these eyes, his whole body was as cold and helpless as if he had fallen into a 10,000-year-old ice cellar.

Zhang Bin only thought about it at this time, he was stopped by the intruders, and he was a little panicked, but he was not very nervous. At that moment, his eyes were rolling around, and he saw that his companion Huang Kanghua was also waking up, and the top of his head was choked by the intruder's palm. The companion's head is huge, and the developed trapezius muscles appear to be unusually thick in the neck, while the intruder's palm is as warm as jade, and it looks even more delicate.

"Don't move, don't shout, move, shout, it's all dead." Leng Binghan said in a low voice, although his tone was gentle, but there was endless murderous intent.

"Good ......" Zhang Bin saw that he was not bound and his hands and feet moved freely, and the other party was just so big that he used a dagger from his body against his throat, and sneered in his heart. They had not encountered such a scene in their previous training, and they responded with a false and aggrieved voice, and then suddenly attacked, and a punch was ready to be struck. However, Huang Kanghua seemed to have the same thought, and he took the first step, and his huge head hit Leng Han's head.

Zhang Bin was overjoyed in his heart, Huang Kanghua's iron head skills are well-known here, and if he hits his head, even a thick and solid green brick will become pieces, not to mention that cold face?

Zhang Bin and Huang Kanghua were both outlaws, and each of them was burdened with a lot of bloody cases, and later transferred to a Siberian training camp several times. Although he was eliminated in the cruel training, he was lucky not to die, and was surrounded by a certain force, and arranged a new identity to return to the country and come to this place.

It seems that he has seen the scene of the intruder screaming and losing his combat effectiveness under the impact of Huang Kanghua. Zhang Bin was overjoyed, and was about to make a move to respond to his companion, but when he saw a cold laugh, the hand holding the top of Huang Kanghua's head was forced, and there was a crisp "click".

Although the sound is low, it is very clear to hear, as crisp as the branches of a tree breaking, but with an endless penetrating meaning, people listen to it, and there seems to be a needle-like chill in the bone marrow.

Even though he has seen all kinds of bloody scenes, Zhang Bin still can't help but be a little stunned, Huang Kanghua's head was screwed behind his back by coldness, his two eyes were wide open, and he seemed to be full of disbelief, staring at himself deadly, the white stubble with a shocking red liquid pierced the body and exposed, and the bloody gas swirled between his noses, making him feel sick to his stomach and almost vomit.

Zhang Bin couldn't help but feel drenched in cold sweat, he had never felt that death was so close to him.

"If you don't want to be like him, just answer my questions honestly, I ask, you answer, hesitate, I want your life." Leng Binghan said lightly, as if Shicai had just killed a chicken and duck, with only a hint of interest in the blandness.

As he spoke, the dagger in his hand gently leaned forward and pressed against Zhang Bin's throat. The sharp blade slashed the skin on Zhang Bin's neck, and traces of blood rushed out along the blade, taking away the pride in his heart by the way. Cat flutter Chinese