Walking out of the airport and quickly getting into a taxi, Lang Zhan breathed a sigh of relief. (8) (1) (Chinese) (text) (net) | (8).8(8)1(a)Z(中)(文).C O M

From the beginning of leaving the central airport of the romantic capital, Lang Zhan has now suffered from the problem of being a soldier. Since stepping into the devil's training camp, Lang Zhan has not encountered crises. But there are no others like Old A and Cassellita. How to describe it? It's like you're being watched from behind by a poisonous snake, and you can even feel the serpent's letter spitting around your neck, but you don't know exactly where he's going to attack until he shows up.

Lang Zhan boarded the taxi on the front foot, and on the back foot, the wolf king and Bai Maodu rushed out. The two of them looked at each other helplessly, and the wolf king said: "The vigilance is really high, I have a feeling, he is Gabriel!" ”

Bai Mao nodded in agreement: "I didn't expect him to be good at makeup, among Chinese people, such all-rounders are rare!" ”

"That's why I fell in love with him at Angel Island in the first place!"

"Head, I have a feeling. The werewolf, Gabriel, is stronger than the last time I saw him. ”

"You mean the time in Heidu?"

"Yes."

"I heard that the Emerson Consortium is in a lot of trouble, if the angel is dissolved, this person, I am bound to win!"

Looking for a shopping mall to buy a mobile phone, Lang Zhan dialed Queanna's phone. The phone was immediately connected, but an unfamiliar and familiar voice came out of the phone: "Lang Zhan, I'm Emerson!" ”

Lang Zhan took the phone away from his ear, saw that it was indeed Queana's phone number, and then put it back to his ear, he said, "Sir-"

"You should call me father!" There was a hint of a smile in Emerson's voice.

Lang Zhan's brows furrowed, and his mouth opened and closed a few times, but he couldn't make any sound.

A few seconds later, Emerson's voice rang out again, and he directly reported the name of the place, and told Lang Zhan to be careful when he passed. Finally, he said: "We have encountered a little trouble, it is not very convenient to speak now, everything is waiting for you to come and talk." Then he just cut off the phone.

Looking at the phone, Lang Zhan thought about it, smashed it directly on the ground, and then went up and stepped on it twice.

Lang Zhan's vigilance was not exaggerated, almost when he smashed his mobile phone, in a room of a mysterious building in the capital of the United States, a group of black-clothed guests who had gathered in front of a large Led screen froze together, and then a white man about forty years old with oily hair said: "The line is broken? How can it be? All eyes turned to a computer. In front of the computer sat a young man of twenty-three or fourteen, who crackled and clicked, and said, "The target should be to turn off the phone." It's so cunning, it's a phone that just came out of the closet. ”

The white man with shiny hair touched his smooth chin, and said unwillingly: "He should be Gabriel, the Department of Homeland Security takes care of it, it doesn't matter if others can't catch it, but Gabriel must be taken." ”

"Kasens, why can't you just shoot and threaten homeland security, this charge is enough. Moreover, a person like him must have a weapon on him? Behind him, a white man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and high cheekbones asked.

Kasens turned to look at him, his expression grim. Suddenly, he grabbed the other party's arm, dragged him directly out of the room and into the corridor outside, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Maricho, don't be a fool for everyone else~." I warned you, this is not a trivial matter, and one person who does not do it well will kill many people. Stay away from those messy guys, the Emerson Consortium, it's not as simple as it seems! ”

Maricho stiffened his neck and whispered, "Kasens, you also know that this matter is not trivial? We're just small people and shouldn't get too involved at all. That guy is just an Asian, and shooting is the easiest way to deal with it! ”

Kasens sneered: "Just an Asian? Take a good look at his profile! Okay, maybe you think that little bastard Baker can give you glory and wealth, but I want to remind you that money and status can only be enjoyed if you have a life. That's it, you're doing it yourself! ”

Lang Zhan didn't know that there were two big cIa people discussing him somewhere. At this point, he was walking towards a black Ferrari.

The owner of the car, a handsome young man, had just walked into an upscale café with his arms around the slender waist of a beautiful woman. Lang Zhan walked over to the Ferrari and took out his PDA. I have to admit that the standard computer of the archangel is awesome, for example, some of the utilities in it.

Lang Zhan walked very slowly, a distance of more than twenty meters, and he walked for about four seconds. After more than three seconds, an angel's smiling face appeared on the screen of the computer in his hand, and then, the black Ferrari suddenly ignited successfully with an automatic "bang". Lang Zhan walked over quickly, opened the car door and sat in, directly put in gear, and rushed out in a black Ferrari.

Forty minutes later, in a wealthy neighborhood in New York, after two rounds outside, Lang Zhan drove behind a Ford and walked to the address Emerson had given him.

About six minutes later, Lang Zhan parked the car in front of a courtyard, and before he could stop the car, two white men in black suits and sunglasses came over, and one of them showed him his ID and said, "Sir, I need to see your ID!" ”

Lang Zhan didn't get out of the car immediately, and directly took out his passport in the car and handed it over.

"Enamel?" The white man who took the passport looked at it carefully and asked.

"Please take off your glasses," said his companion.

Lang Zhan complied.

The two white men carefully compared the photo on the passport with Lang Zhan's appearance, and asked, "Sir, can you ask what you are doing here?" ”

Lang Zhan leaned at them, the corners of his mouth curled, and said, "No comment!" Gentlemen, will I be able to get in? ”

The two white men did not respond immediately, but turned their heads to look at a car not far away.

Lang Zhan had already noticed the car, and he could see that there were at least two people sitting in the car, one of whom was still holding a sniper rifle in his hand. Not only that, but it was on this road that he noticed three more cars, which also contained militants.

I didn't know that the other party was making a big deal about me, and I was a little worried that they would see through their disguise, but that's all. This trip to Krémiya and the subsequent encounter at the central airport of the Romantic Capital were a process of tempering and growth for Lang Zhan, and the effect was even better than the test he had received when he passed the Mingguan trial.

While the two white men were checking Lang Zhan's passport, the two people in the car were talking. Among them, a young black man with a sniper rifle in his hand and an inconspicuous scar in the corner of his left eye said, "He won't get out of the car? Does this mean that he has a ghost in his heart? ”

"Gabriel is Asian, but he's distinctly white," another said.

"What if?"

Before the young black man finished speaking, the two men who checked Lang Zhan's passport turned their heads to ask for their opinion, and the black man was about to get up, but was held down by his companion. "We're not Maricho," he said, and made a letting go.

Emerson's villa occupies a large area, and not long after Lang Zhan appeared at the door, the courtyard door opened automatically, and it was obvious that the people inside had noticed him. Lang Zhan drove the car directly to the gate of the villa, and was then picked up by Michael, who was dressed in civilian clothes.

After Lang Zhan got out of the car, Michael hesitated a little and asked in a low voice, "Gabriel?" ”

Lang Zhan nodded. Michael looked at him twice, and with a hint of surprise on his grim face, he led him in.

In the hall of the villa, four people were playing cards, three of them were fresh faces, and one was actually a fire man. The four of them took one look at him and went back to playing. Lang Zhan noticed that their bodies were bulging, and there were spears at their feet, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Going up to the third floor, in a spacious room, Lang Zhan met Emerson, Queanna, and Yariel.

Seeing Lang Zhan, Emerson said to Queanna in a fatherly manner: "I said he would be fine, now believe it?" ”

Queanna looked at Lang Zhan, her brows slightly locked, and her eyes were full of doubt. Lang Zhan looked at her quietly, then the corners of his mouth twitched, his hands were inserted~ into his ears, and then he ripped off a human~skin~face~mask. Quina immediately rushed over, reached out and punched him in the chest, and when he almost instinctively reached out to block, she grabbed him, put her face straight to his face, and muttered in his ear, "You bastard, can't you call me in the middle?" ”

Familiar body, familiar smell, there was a cracking "click" sound in the corner of Lang Zhan's hard heart.

"Michael, come on," Emerson's voice rang out.

Lang Zhan let go of Quiana and nodded slightly at Emerson and Alee.

I don't know if it's because of Emerson's presence, Michael's voice lines are much softer. He looked at Lang Zhan and said, "The group has had some things recently, and the root cause lies with you. ”

Lang Zhan's brows jumped slightly.

"Of course, Sir doesn't mean to blame you. In order to deal with you, the Eguo people used the Skynet system. Gabriel, you should have felt it at the time, right? Simfiloupol, no matter which direction you go, the enemy knows your whereabouts like the back of your hand-"

The scene of the battle at the school immediately appeared in Lang Zhan's mind, and he nodded solemnly.

"Sir saw that you were in danger and used the attack system of the Mi** spy satellite network—"

Lang Zhan looked at Emerson. Emerson looked out the window blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Michael spoke eloquently, Lang Zhan's brow furrowed more and more, and he smelled the smell of conspiracy in it.

“…… Gabriel, Jazz is not ready to sit still, but it is impossible to confront the military. Fortunately, the military is not monolithic - you should know something about the nature of American politics, right? ”

"Advocate for those who benefit?" Lang Zhan replied in an uncertain tone.

"That's right."