It didn't take long for the metal cylinder wrapped in cement to be sent to Jiang Longjie.

Jiang Longjie gently pinched the rusty metal cylinder with his index finger and thumb, and was about to open it, but the adjutant suddenly said: "Sir, slow down, in case there is any explosive or poisonous ...... inside."

Jiang Longjie glanced at the adjutant with some disdain, the movements in his hands did not stop at all, and said slowly: "I joined Guangsha at the age of twenty-three, starting from a lowest-level assistant construction engineer, and at the age of thirty-five, I participated in the formation of the private army of the Guangsha Foundation, and at the age of forty, I went to South Asia and fought for the governments of those small countries in South Asia for ten years. What is there to be afraid of explosives? You've probably never seen those little kids who aren't even ten years old charge into the trenches with gas canisters......"

The metal cylinder was opened by Jiang Longjie, and a roll of yellow-brown film fell out of it.

This roll of film has been around for some years, and there are signs of oxidation in some places, but it can be seen that the scene on the film seems to have been taken not long ago.

"Film?" The adjutant was stunned, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Do we still have developer and fixer in stock?" Jiang Longjie asked.

“…… That, we don't have a ...... here But the young master who lives in the rich area is very fond of photography, and he should have it over there, sir, are you going to wash out this film......? ”

"Or else?" Jiang Longjie glanced at his adjutant, and he suddenly felt that he, a young adjutant, seemed to have been hiding something from him.

"Let people take this roll of film to the rich area...... No, send someone to borrow a set of tools for Young Master Liu to wash photos, and wash out the photos here. ”

……

……

Thirty minutes later, two young soldiers walked into Jiang Longjie's office with a complete set of tools for washing photos, Jiang Longjie took a remote control on the desk, pressed it twice, and the originally transparent glass curtain wall instantly turned into opaque black, and the few lights in the office were also extinguished.

Mix the potion, rinse the photo, and dry the ...... The whole process only took more than two hours, and soon, all the photos that Qi Lin had taken in the Red Shirt Gang weapon warehouse were placed in front of Jiang Longjie.

Jiang Longjie looked at the photos one by one, although the expression on his face did not change, but the adjutant standing across the table was getting paler and paler, and fine beads of sweat gradually oozed from his forehead.

"If I'm not mistaken, the place where these photos were taken must be the Redshirts' warehouse, right?" Jiang Longjie picked up a photo and looked at it carefully.

"Okay, it seems that yes, the chief is still there, and his eyes are really like torches......" The adjutant hurriedly replied.

"Tsk...... So many weapons, enough to arm one or two hundred people, you say, what are the Red Shirts going to do? Rebellion? Jiang Longjie's eyes lifted slightly, scanning the adjutant's face.

"Rebellion? …… Isn't that? After all, the Redshirts have been working with us for so long, they should know what to do and what not to do...... Isn't this a misunderstanding? ”

"Misunderstanding? So what is the emblem on the butt? What do I think...... Looks like a skeleton? ”

"Framed! This must be someone with a heart to get in the way, maybe it was the Red Shirts' rivals who wanted to kill people with a knife, yes, it should be like this......" The lieutenant began to become a little incoherent.

Jiang Longjie put down the photo and pulled out an M1911 pistol from the drawer of his desk, which looked more like a work of art than a weapon, judging by the sleeve made of Damascus patterned steel and the milky ivory patch on the grip.

Jiang Longjie took out the magazine, inserted it into the grip of the pistol, and gently pulled the bolt.

"Tell me, how much did the Redshirts give you?"

"Sir! Think twice, sir! I've always been loyal to Guangsha! I have nothing to do with the Red Shirts, absolutely not! All the taxes they pay to us every week go into the accounts of the consortium, and the financial side can be found clearly! The adjutant panicked instantly, and fell to his knees at once.

"No, that's not what I'm asking, I'm asking, how much favor will they promise you when they take Vault 187?" Jiang Longjie still asked in that faint tone, but the M1911 pistol in his hand had already been raised and aimed at the adjutant's eyebrows.

"Nope! I didn't—"

"Phew!!"

The sound of gunfire echoed throughout the office, and the young lieutenant fell on his back, blood pouring out of the hole in the middle of his eyebrows.

"Come on, drag his body down and dispose of it, the crime is defined as betrayal of the consortium, in addition, notify it, the entire shelter will enter a state of first-level combat readiness, mobilize the first, second and third special tactical detachments, bring weapons and equipment, and immediately go to search the station of the 'Weiya Trading Company' in the middle area, focusing on the company's headquarters building and warehouses - also, let them bring the two 'bird-eating spiders' parked in the No. 4 warehouse, and if the other party refuses to cooperate, they are allowed to open fire directly, and if necessary, they can use heavy weapons."

killed his adjutant with one shot, Jiang Longjie immediately grabbed the phone on his desk, and orders were issued quickly.

The Redshirts are going to rebel, this is already a fact on the table, although he doesn't know who the person who sent the film is, but if the contents of the film are true, the consequences are unimaginable!

The three special tactical detachments on standby in the barracks immediately took action, and the two "Bird-eating Spiders" light power armor took the lead and went straight to the "Weiya Trading Co., Ltd.", that is, the headquarters of the Red Shirt Gang.

"The rest of the soldiers, all of them are ready for battle, notify the executor, control all the intersections of the block where the 'Weiya Trading Co., Ltd.' is located, and no one is allowed to pass!" Jiang Longjie continued to order.

It is necessary to strike preemptively, while the Red Shirts are not fully prepared, and those weapons and ammunition have not yet been distributed to every gang, as long as the headquarters of the Red Shirts can be taken down in one fell swoop, then there is every chance to strangle this rebellion in its infancy.

However, the young adjutant did not seem to be the only traitor in the army.

When the three special tactical teams passed through a narrow tunnel, two red-shirted gangs carrying bazookas suddenly jumped out from the opposite side of the tunnel, and they pulled the trigger of the launch with a shout!

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Although the two members of the Red Shirt Gang were instantly wiped out by the tail flame that bounced back from the spray on the tunnel wall, on the army side, a "bird-eating spider" that took the lead was also blown up and blocked in the narrow tunnel-