Chen Wenhao, who was held hostage and sat in the middle of the back row, was wearing a hood and couldn't see, and could only feel that there was a person on the left and right sides blocking him. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info sighed secretly in his heart, the surveyor currently only has a protective function, and it is still an incomplete version. The only way to attack is a simulated electric stunner, but it's no less than a three-year-old child holding a kitchen knife against a gunman.

The good news is that there is no need to worry about the danger to life for the time being, and the mastermind obviously has something to ask for, and nine times out of ten it is the group of people who use military drones. Xiaoka is still transmitting the situation of the outside world continuously, and it is covered with a black hood, and the retinal projection is becoming clearer.

The projected images were taken from satellites, and from a bird's-eye view, the vehicles had turned onto another highway, and the three cars of the militants were lined up in a loose line, not to be perceived as a convoy to attract attention, but to respond quickly when encountered.

The video switches back to the scene of the firefight. After all, this is a busy part of California, and although it is a feeder road, there are vehicles passing by from time to time. Now the road has been blocked by three wrecked cars, and several passing cars have been forced to stop at both ends. Several people had already gotten out of the car to rescue the injured, Dai Yuqian seemed to have just woken up, and two passers-by were helping her up. In the distance, a patrol police car was driving towards the scene with its police lights on, presumably a passer-by calling the police.

Chen Wenhao breathed a sigh of relief, at least he saved someone. He considered whether to let Xiaoka call the police, but he was a little worried about the firepower of the police, which was not a level compared to these outlaws, but was easy to be injured in the conflict. The greater concern lies in the fact that the other side dares to be so unscrupulous in the United States, using heavy force to carry out attacks, and the energy behind it is terrifying.

Just as he was hesitating, there was a sudden bump, and the image turned back to the present, and the off-road vehicle he was originally riding in was driving at high speed, driving a container truck with the baffle down. The other two off-road vehicles also accelerated and broke away from the team. Chen Wenhao noticed that two cars that he had not seen before quickly filled the gap, following behind and to the side of the truck.

The satellite could not photograph the scene inside the car, and Chen Wenhao could only feel the sound of "snorting" outside the car. Before he could tell what the sound was, a pair of big hands were constantly flapping on him, and the mobile phone, wallet, and watch (surveyor) were all taken away one by one.

Ignoring the annoyance of being searched, Chen Wenhao called out with a spiritual connection, "Xiaoka! Can I still receive it? ”

[No problem within three kilometers.] Just to be sure, I've got the Surveyor to weave a trace into your belt buckle, ready to locate your location and contact you. 】

A few minutes later, the vehicle started again, and with a bump in the bumps, the SUV drove backwards from the container truck. The off-road vehicle that appears in the image has changed its appearance, from the original black body to a vivid red, and even the license plate has been changed.

It seems that a set of spraying equipment is installed in the bed of the container truck, and the sound of sneering just now turned out to be repainting.

Tema's, like watching a Hollywood blockbuster, is just as a hostage, and the more the bandits, the more troublesome it is.

In the next few hours of driving, the silence on the car was terrifying, and the militants in the car remained silent, and Chen Wenhao just tried to speak and communicate, but was severely hit in the rib by the bandits next to him.

Chen Wenhao hated it in his heart, and made another account for these guys.

In the video, the scenery on both sides of the road outside the car begins to become desolate, and the Gobi hills are all visible as far as the eye can see, and in front of a forked path, all three cars leave the main road and drive into the path. After a few more minutes, a factory building surrounded by a high wall appeared at the end of the path.

The door to the factory has been opened, and three cars have driven in one after another, and the gate has been closed again, cutting off all prying eyes from the outside world.

The satellite couldn't probe the scene inside the factory, and Xiaoka began to report, [Discover the internal security system of the factory, get permission, 321, applause!] 】

Chen Wenhao, who had just been rudely taken out of the car and rudely pushed into a room, was really in no mood to complain about Xiaoka's tease.

After waiting for a while and there was no movement, Chen Wenhao ripped off the black cloth bag. This is a simple room, 20 square meters in size, with a cement floor and rough walls, a floor height of about four meters, only one side of the wall has a ventilation window at the very top, and it is also equipped with iron railings. Other than that, there is nothing else. Chen Wenhao tentatively screwed the heavy door and did not move.

[There are two hidden cameras in the room, and someone is looking at you in front of the screen.] As Xiaoka spoke, the projection screen in the corner of Chen Wenhao's eyes changed: a room that was at least twice the size of the room, and there were more than ten monitoring screens on the wall on one side of the room, playing real-time pictures from all corners of the factory.

At this time, the main screen of the surveillance wall was playing a picture of the room he was in. With the exception of the two people sitting at the console, several of the militants had taken off their tactical hoods, but were still heavily armed and scattered around the room. A man in a suit stood in front of the surveillance wall and watched, although only the back, it was a little familiar.

When he turned around, the projection screen showed the man's face, which was Carl from last night's party. Chen Wenhao couldn't help but scold, damn, it's really these guys who made the hell!

"Xiaoka, where am I now?"

[Southern Nevada], a map of the area appeared projected in the corner of his eye, representing his dots flashing and flashing, [It was only 10 kilometers from the base that attacked us that day, and the drone was parked inside. 】

"What's going on in the outside world? Can you send out our current location information? ”

[There is good news and bad news, which one do you want to listen to?] 】

"Can you not play the routine, just say it."

The good news is that your partner should have no problem. From the moment you were kidnapped, I started monitoring their communications, and it was a normal reaction, and they were putting pressure on the local police and the federal government. By the way, the female lawyer you rescued is in contact with the embassy of your country, which seems to have alarmed many people. 】

This is indeed good news, if there is a problem with internal shareholders, although they have a firm grasp of the initiative of the board of directors, it is always a troublesome thing. Internal response has always been the greatest scourge.

[Bad news, the police in the United States have not yet found the route to kidnap you, a large number of people are checking everywhere, none of them are reliable, don't expect them to take the initiative to find out that you are here. Also, it is recommended not to call the police, I have supervised the communication line here, and someone has just reported the investigation of the case, and the signal is confirmed to be from the J. Edgar Hoover Building. 】

"What building?"

[The name of the FBI headquarters building.] 】

What a fuck!