The whole city has been put under martial law, and the news has devoted a lot of reports to the affected area. The government has stated that it will use its greatest force to find out this group. They are not relentless in the fight against terrorist attacks.

Zhao Yingkong took the green card that had just been sent by the boss's subordinates, looked at the host who was saying this sentence on TV, and smiled sarcastically, "Before fighting terrorist attacks, at least clean up the maggots inside!" ”

The forged green card that was spent a lot of money was not only perfectly made in accordance with the national standards of the United States in terms of production process, but also the producer specially contacted government insiders, spent money to enter the city's immigration network, and entered the information of Weiyang and Zhao Yingkong. It can be said that the green card in the hands of the two of them is definitely the same as the genuine existence!

However, it is this kind of existence that makes it even more ironic, at this juncture, the city has just experienced a 'terrorist attack', and the government insiders are not afraid to falsify green card information, it can be said that this free country is really very 'free'.

Zhao Yingkong, who just looked at the green card, threw it on the table next to her, and then continued her previous work. Use hacking technology to hack into the monitoring network to find the traces of Zhang Jie and others. It's just that she has checked twice, but she still hasn't found any clues of Zhang Jie and others.

Weiyang picked up his green card, and then said to Zhao Yingkong: "If you can't find it, forget it, Zhang Jie, they know your hacking methods, and it's normal to be on guard." ”

Weiyang and Zhao Yingkong were in the house, and the hotel they were looking for was on the street, and there was a row of large tank trucks transporting unknown things on the street. At this time, the traffic light at the intersection is a red light, and the transport vehicle stops in the middle of the road and waits for the red light to pass.

The driver of the transporter looked like a man in his mid-forties, smoking a cigarette with his hands on the window, smoking as if nothing had happened. But he didn't see that behind his right lane, a policeman on a motorcycle was looking towards his position.

Coincidentally, the policeman's gaze happened to see the smoking driver in the rearview mirror of the transport truck.

He frowned, turned his right hand, and drove his motorcycle slowly to the side of the big car and stopped.

The driver turned his head and saw the policeman, and as soon as his hand trembled, he threw the cigarette butt out of the window along the window.

The moment the cigarette butt fell, a strange wind blew from below and up, blowing the burning cigarette butt red and blowing onto a hose connected to the tin can. Then, little by little, the valve above began to twist slowly.

The policeman knocked on the window and looked at the driver with a pair of indifferent eyes.

The driver smiled flatteringly, and then quickly lowered the window, "I wonder what happened to the officer?" ”

The policeman didn't speak, but took a breath of air from the car. A faint smell of tobacco reached his nostrils.

"Stop over there, you come down." The policeman pointed to the parking space on the side of the road, and then said coldly to the driver.

The driver smiled bitterly and secretly said that he was unlucky, but he had to do what the police said, parked the car against the side of the road, and got out of the car.

"I don't know how much I'm going to be fined this time, I hope it's not too ruthless......" the driver thought to himself.

The police also stopped the motorcycle against the cart, took out the transcript and began to record. Neither of them noticed that the hose of the cart had been burned out of a hole and made some swishing sounds, and the burning cigarette butt had fallen into it with the inhalation of the air.

Outside the window, the sound of squeaky car horns could be heard. It seems to be a traffic jam.

Weiyang got up and walked to the window to take a look, but as soon as he got to the window, a large car not far from his location exploded!

The entire iron sheet in the direction of Weiyang was torn apart, and tongues of fire erupted from it, but in the blink of an eye, all the flames disappeared, and what was sprayed out was a pile of liquid things, and it was constantly emitting a white steam like dry ice!

Those things were like sharp swords, shooting towards Weiyang's position like a column of water shot from a high-pressure water spray gun!

Weiyang only felt that the air around him was cold, and the water column-like thing arrived in front of his eyes, shooting on the glass, and the impact shattered the whole glass, and then swept towards Weiyang with the glass fragments!

"Get out of the way! That's liquid nitrogen! Zhao Yingkong's voice came from behind him, but in fact, she didn't need to remind her, Weiyang had already made evasive actions.

He leaned to the side, and the column of water rushed by the liquid nitrogen passed through his original place, with the frozen hard but fragile glass shards on the wooden door, the metal bolt of the door squeaked under the impact of liquid nitrogen, as if it was frozen together, and then the liquid nitrogen was scattered on the ground, making a sound like water entering an oil pot, and at the same time a large amount of white smoke rose. The temperature in the room plummeted.

Weiyang's heart sank, and he secretly said in his heart that this must be another means of death, and then turned his head to Zhao Yingkong and said, "Get out of here!" ”

He didn't know what Death's hand was, but it couldn't be wrong to leave this place.

Zhao Yingkong nodded, picked up the things on the table, and rushed to the door, lifting his leg and pressing it on the doorknob.

The force she used wasn't really great, but the doorknob had become a little hard under the freezing of liquid nitrogen, as if it had been poured together, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't even press the doorknob down!

Zhao Yingkong saw that there was nothing to do, turned around and flew up and kicked on the door, making a clattering sound.

Although this wooden door is thick, it is wood after all, how strong is Zhao Yingkong's feet? Kicking a wooden door should have been a simple task, but for some reason, her kicking on the door was like kicking on a thick steel plate! The wooden door had been kicked out with a clear bend, but it didn't look like it was broken!

"Weiyang, the door can't be opened!" Zhao Yingkong shouted, and landed on the door a few more times, but except for leaving a few traces, he still didn't kick it open.

The floor where the two people were located was the second floor, not very high, Weiyang glanced out, and immediately saw the rows of transport trucks that had been abandoned on the road because of the explosion just now.

At this moment, he temporarily dispelled the idea of jumping out of the window, if this jump, the Grim Reaper is doing something to make a big explosion of everything in this transport truck, God knows what will happen!

"I'm coming!"

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(To be continued...... ）