After changing your clothes**. Zhang Cheng and others followed He Chuli into Shanghai. At this time, Shanghai?* Rao site owes barge? Everyone is arranging New Year's goods. Decorations. No matter how tough the year is. What a hardship. In the traditional thinking of the Chinese. The New Year must be jubilant. Family fun. Spring Festival couplets, New Year paintings, whips**, dumplings. Nothing less. In this way, the wind and rain will be smooth in the new year. The days will get better and better.

But Shanghai in this era. The common people are not having a good time. The national **** is incompetent.**** is excessive. Naturally, there was a financial crisis. The pedantic national **** tried in vain to solve the financial crisis by printing a large amount of money. This has directly led to severe inflation in the city. Prices have skyrocketed as much as two. This makes many people work hard to save their savings for the next life into paper**.Now you can still prepare for the New Year, basically they are quite wealthy families. And many ordinary people don't talk about the New Year. You may not even be able to eat a full meal.

The Lao Wang family in Shanghai is the family that can't eat. The son joined the army a few years ago to fight. He never came back. The two of them relied on the selling point of manual work to survive. A meager pension provided by the national ****. Coupled with the savings that the old couple worked hard to save for the rest of their lives. At this time, it is almost worthless in the face of ultra-high prices. Just when the old couple was worried about whether they would be able to eat tomorrow. The arrival of a man changed their condition.

There are still three days to go for the New Year. A ** child with glasses came to Lao Wang's house. When this cold-looking **kid took out a lot of money and some **gold jewelry. The old couple was stunned. They've never seen that much money in their lives. When Lao Wang looked at the **child with his eyes closed with suspicious eyes, the ****** child made his own request. That is to let Lao Wang and his ** son leave Shanghai immediately on the nearest train. Go live somewhere else. This house she wants to rent.

Hear this request. The simple old king felt incredulous. Busy explaining that this house is not their own. It's rented. But the ** child didn't care. The only requirement was for Lao Wang to leave Shanghai. Take the money and start a new life. The rest has nothing to do with him.

Seeing ** child so resolute. Coupled with such a large sum of money and the temptation of those **brilliant jewelry**.Lao Wang nodded and agreed to He Chuli's request. Originally, the old couple was also doing some small business on the street here. There's nothing to worry about. And he took the money and the ornaments. Simply cleaned up. Preparing to leave Shanghai.

On the verge of going out. The ** boy suddenly said to Lao Wang: "I have a way to know if you really left Shanghai. If you don't leave Shanghai within three hours. So ......"

The child's words are not mixed with any feelings. The tone was also flat. But I have heard this. Lao Wang couldn't help but fight a cold war all over his body. Hurriedly grabbed his wife's hand and ran towards the train station. Come to the train station. See a train about to depart. It doesn't matter where the train is going. Pulling his wife and rushing up.

For this kind of common people who live at the bottom of the ladder. They don't have a strong sense of curiosity. As long as you can eat enough. For them, it is the greatest happiness.

Wang Jiahao watched the pair of old husbands step on the train in the mental power scan. Leave Shanghai. He walked towards the house he had just had. And the child who asked the old husband to leave** was none other than him. It was He Chuli.

The reason why He Chuli chose this private house. The main thing is that he took a fancy to the location of this private house. This house has three floors. 4 households per floor. He Chuli has used the same method to dismiss all four families on the third floor from Shanghai. The entire third floor is now completely empty. And the one rented by Lao Wang is the one on the third floor and the west end. Although here is at least a kilometer away from the Shanghai Museum. But looking out of the window of the room. You can see the museum just now. If this window is even a little bit to the side. Then you can't see the whole of the museum from here.

The ghoul looked out the window. Then he nodded and said, "It's a little farther away. But it's not a problem. It's really good to set up a sniper point. But there's a catch. Although Gauss sniper step** can penetrate walls. But in the absence of a psychic scan. How can I know the exact location of the enemy behind the wall. And snipe."

Obviously, He Chuli had already considered the issue of ghouls: "You don't have to worry about this. Wait until tomorrow night when the O'Connors enter the Shanghai Museum. Wang Jiahao can use the skills of Psychic Scan and Psychic Chain. At such a distance, I don't think the Tsarist team had time to react at all. And ghouls. Your mission is to aim at Alex. If you notice a suspicious foreigner moving towards your side. Just about to shoot Alex to death. Keep in mind though. You must shoot when your lives are threatened."

"Could it be that Alex's life and death are very related to the mission of the Tsarist team. So if the other party finds out that Alex's life is threatened. But we didn't kill Alex right away. They will not dare to act rashly. That way, they can be contained." Fu Shuai seemed to understand a little.

He Chuli nodded. confirmed Fu Shuai's conjecture.

"Then why don't we just kill Alex. What about the task of completely destroying the Tsarist Russian team." Mu Yi was a little puzzled. He still prefers to go straight.

He Chuli snorted coldly. And ignored Mu Yi. And Mu Yi's words just now were also accidentally blurted out. He didn't plan to get to the bottom of He Chuli.

The Tsarist team should have entered this world by this time. Zhang Cheng was worried that the other party would find this place in advance. Hit one off guard. In this way, the Middle-earth team will be very passive. So I couldn't help but ask: "Will the Tsarist team find our place before this. and attack us."

"If you are asked to find a few complete strangers abroad. Can you find it. The best way to hide one** leaves. It's just to put it in a pile of leaves. As long as we don't show power. It will never be discovered. I've researched everything that can be exchanged in the main god space. There are no items or abilities that can detect other reincarnation team members. So the identity of the Chinese is our best disguise . And I think the Tsarist team should have a lot of headaches at this time......"

It's dark. But the number of people on the street has not decreased in the slightest. There were several tall foreigners in the crowd. While serving as the economic and trade center of Asia. Foreigners in Shanghai at this time are not uncommon. However, these foreigners are extremely eye-catching.

"Captain. How do I feel like there are so many eyes staring at me?" A blonde **** hair. The tall white man complained. The temperature in Shanghai at this time is very low. But this white ** son only wore a tight shirt on his upper body. Wrapping her explosive body even more eye-catching. All the men on the street couldn't help but stare at this white man's amazing. Maybe you can't find anything bigger than this in this country except for ** cows. At this time, the white man ** crossed his hands in front of **. Seems to mind others casually appreciating her fullness.

"Who told you to dress like this. As a normal man, of course, he will take a few more looks." A lewd-looking Caucasian man yd laughs at blonde a**. And this Caucasian man's short stature contrasts sharply with the rest of the team.

"No. We're being watched. Many Chinese around us are following us, consciously or unconsciously. It must be the ghost of the Middle-earth team. These people who are watching us should be the ****?* rank of this country?" The big man known as the captain watched left and right. Seems to want to find something out of it.

"Middle-earth. I really don't know if they don't have mental powers. Or did you deliberately not use a psychic scan. I couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation of mental power in the whole of Shanghai. Surrounded by Chinese. The Middle-Continent team has completely disappeared. And why is this country?* Rank and Order? Could it be that the Middle-earth team got the momentum of this world. And will any of these people monitoring us be members of the Middle-earth team?" Blonde ** continues to complain.

The blonde ** voice just fell. A burly Caucasian man with flaming red hair in the team shouted. There was a fierce glint in his eyes. Rushed in at an incredible speed. And one of the spies hiding inside was frightened when he saw this, and sat down on the ground.

Redhead man steps forward. Will you sit down on the ground?*Step swimming? A shake of the right hand. A large, exaggerated dagger appeared in his hand. And at this time this detective (11) finally eats the Caucasian. He has a scar on his face that runs from the brow bone through the eyes to the chin. It looks so shocking. Plus that fierce look on this man's face. There is also a cold blade that has pierced the skin of the ** on his neck. The spy felt his bladder shrink rapidly. It is possible to lose control of urinary incontinence at any time.

"Butcher. Don't hurt him. If you accidentally provoke the **** of this country, although it will not pose any threat to us. However, it is likely to have an impact on our mission. Hurry up and catch up with Alex. If he has any accidents. Our task will be difficult."' The captain's pat the butcher on the shoulder. Convey his words into the butcher's consciousness through the chain of hearts.

The butcher ** lips up. Reluctantly let go of the spy. But it seemed like he remembered something. Reach out and tug hard at the spy's sleeve." The two sleeves snapped. The butcher looked at the spy's wrist. And nothing was found. Then he took back his dagger and turned away.

Distance. A young man watched from the corner as the strangely behaved foreigners walked away. I couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat on my head with the back of my hand. And he is holding a coin-sized object in his hand, which can be inferred from a small lens on the object. This thing is supposed to be a pocket camera.