Rick logged into the Secret Service's internal system on his computer and found the Peregrine Falcon's mission delivery interface.

Peregrine Falcon is the code name of a mercenary, and Rick has not met him, only that the mercenary is from the Arctic Fox Mercenary Regiment.

The Arctic Fox mercenary group is rather bizarre, and its information can also be searched on the Internet, this organization is not a company but a real mercenary team, and they are ranked 6th among the top ten mercenary organizations in the world. Not being in the top five does not mean that their strength is average, on the contrary, the combat effectiveness of this mercenary group is very strong. The U.S. military ranked them to No. 6 simply because they had only thirty-four members. Most of these members are retired members of the U.S. Special Forces and other European special forces, and most of them are employed by private individuals or governments to carry out tasks that violate international law, such as kidnappings and assassinations, and there have been records of a Chinese soldier joining the unit.

The peregrine falcon is this Chinese soldier.

Rick's gaze stayed on the mission delivery interface, and the expression on his face was a little uncertain.

Kelly has already decided on the assassination mission, and Rick doesn't know why Kelly chose the Peregrine Falcon, perhaps because he has done a good job of several previous orders in the Middle East. Rick rubbed his forehead and sent the dispatch out, and then he needed to wait for the Peregrine Falcon's reply.

Pacing back and forth in the office, Rick felt a little anxious, he walked to the window and looked out, and after making sure that no one was nearby, he typed an address into his computer.

A TXT text pops up on the screen, and Rick enters some text on it, followed by a cross in the top right corner of the text. The text disappeared from the screen, and Rick breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the message had been sent, and it was only up to him to see what to do.

The information just sent out is a one-way operation, and it is irreversible after the information is transmitted, and the transmission channel will be closed immediately and self-destruct, unless it is discovered on the spot, otherwise no trace can be found after the operation is completed. It's like a person talking to a tree hole, and after that's done, nothing will be left in the tree hole.

Putting the items on the table in order, Rick put away his admiration for his compatriot who invented the system, and prepared to change his clothes and go to Martin's date.

……

In the Liujiang base, a red light lit up on a machine in the monitoring room. A staff member pressed the button above and began to see what was displayed on the screen.

"Please inform the Intelligence Section of the National Security Service that a message has been received by the 'Tree Hole' system at Intelligence Station 5. "The staff gets the message out there and records it.

"Intelligence Station Five?" After receiving the notice, Han Zheng stood up from the chair in the office first, his expression a little stunned.

"All the officers on duty at this intelligence station died on the day of the mutation, and I have read the statistical report at that time, and none of them survived." Jiang Qin touched his chin and told what he had learned.

"This news comes from a comrade who used to have one-line contact with the intelligence station, and the important level is not yet clear, and the person who connects with this opening in our intelligence station has been sacrificed, and things are not easy to handle." Han Zheng walked a few steps in the office first, came to a large display screen, and looked at some of the bright spots that were still flashing on it.

Han Zheng was first the head of the intelligence section, and when the disaster broke out, his department suffered a lot of losses. After being transferred to the Liujiang base, the work of the intelligence department began to shrink, and many intelligence stations had to choose to give up because of the sacrifice of personnel. However, there have been few major events between countries in recent times, and there are very few cases that require their attention. Just now, an intelligence station that had been abandoned suddenly showed that it had received information from the outside, which really surprised Section Chief Han.

"Intelligence work is no trivial matter, we have to send someone to the No. 5 intelligence station immediately," Han Zheng settled down first, and said to Jiang Qin, "Xiao Jiang, you have always been responsible for information archiving, and you should be familiar with the situation before the No. 5 intelligence station." ”

"Well, this one is standing in Ningbo," Jiang Qin thought for a moment and said, "We don't have personnel in the area near that side at the moment, and if we want to arrange manpower, we can only borrow people from other places." ”

"That's good, I can coordinate," Han Zheng nodded first, "Tell me about your arrangements." ”

"Okay," Jiang Qin said as he walked over to the map hanging on the wall and pointed to a place in Bianzhou City on it, "According to the intelligence I have collated, the entire Ningbo City no longer has a complete military force, and the only camp closest to there is the Bianzhou Jilongshan Shelter. ”

"The number of people in this shelter is about 2,000, and the provincial garrison is responsible for managing and maintaining law and order, and the number of soldiers will not exceed 300." Jiang Qin continued, "Transferring people from here requires you to coordinate with Section Chief Han, and in addition, you need to pass through Shaoxing, Yuyao and other places in the middle, and the road will not be easy. ”

"I understand," Han Zheng first took his gaze back from the map, "I'll go find Lao Shao." ”

……

Liu Jiajun was lying on the bench and had just finished a set of bench presses, he stood up and picked up the towel hanging on the shelf next to him to wipe the sweat on his body.

It was the beginning of the third month of the disaster, and he had lost contact with many of his friends, and he was stuck in the villa every day to pass the time with fitness and occasionally practice shooting.

Located in a wealthy community on the banks of the Qiantang River called "Spring River Flower Moon", Liu Jiajun's villa is large, with a garden at the front and back, and a two-storey basement underneath.

As a graphic model, Liu Jiajun works freely, so he often travels around the world. As a Chinese-mixed-race person, he has a handsome appearance and a tall figure, coupled with a toned body, which makes him very famous in the modeling circle.

The villa has been specially remodeled, and the functions inside have gone far beyond the needs of life. The upper floors of the ground floor are luxuriously decorated, with dozens of rooms spread over three floors. The open-air balcony is also very spacious, with several comfortable loungers for the owner to enjoy the sun, and a pool with a rockery near the railing. In the basement at the bottom, as many as six rooms are used to store various daily necessities, guns and ammunition, two backup generators and a complete civilian water purification system are placed inside, and the pipes of the water purification system lead directly into the Qiantang River, which is more than 100 meters away.

Liu Jiajun's other identity is a mercenary, that is, a killer. He is known as the "Peregrine Falcon" in this unknown circle, and many high-level officials in many countries know his code name, but few people have seen his true face, and no one knows that the model Liu Jiajun is the "Peregrine Falcon".

In the past, many friends liked to come to Carland Lau's villa to have a party. The villa is near the river, the decoration facilities are first-class, and the owner of the villa is humorous and handsome, and he is generous. Many of the beautiful models who came to the party were thinking of ways to create some opportunities to stay overnight.

There is an endless stream of women who throw themselves into their arms, but Liu Jiajun has always been like water. A person who licks blood on the tip of a knife will not indulge in gentleness, let alone a world-class killer like him.

The women around him come and go like floating clouds, and Liu Jiajun does not alienate them, on the contrary, he often uses them as cover and disguise. Not only that, but he also regularly participates in various modeling competitions and commercial performances, and in the words of his friends, "wherever there are cameras and magnesium lights, there is him".

The so-called "dark under the lamp" is this truth, Liu Jiajun is well versed in the psychology of the world, although he is not very old, but because of the mixed race, the IQ is much higher than ordinary people, and he has received various education and training since he was a child, and he has not interrupted his study and training in the past few years in China.

"The last person to die at his own hands was a prince in the Middle East," Lau put a towel around his neck, his feet already moving on the treadmill, and some memories of the past began to help him pass the boring time. "This poor guy is only because he is relatively high in the line of succession to the throne, and he himself belongs to the pro-Chinese faction in the country."

"It's really complicated between countries," Liu Jiajun sighed, he was born in the United States, and his mother is a Chinese of Mi. When he took over the task of assassinating the prince from an informant at the Department of Homeland Security, he felt that things would not be easy, and that behind the operation was a big game of chess.

Liu Jiajun knows that if the prince becomes the climate, he is likely to use his influence to promote the process of the Arab League in the settlement of oil in yuan. However, if you don't take this job, there will be other people to take it, and the prince's identity and position are destined to have no quiet years in his life.

"You've received a new message," a sweet female voice came from the specially made phone, and the screen flashed as the voice rang.

Liu Jiajun stepped down from the treadmill, picked up the mobile phone next to him, and clicked on a program on it.

"New Mission!" A striking red circle in the quest system jumped into his eyes. After such a long time, the outside world has already undergone earth-shaking changes, and Liu Jiajun once thought that the world had been destroyed and that the surviving human beings would die in oblivion.

The fingers that pressed it trembled slightly, and after Liu Jiajun clicked on this information, the first inspection system jumped out. He pressed his thumb up, and the system needed to match his fingerprint.

"Tick," the phone emitted a crisp beep, indicating that the inspection was passed.

Liu Jiajun held the mobile phone in front of him, and let the red light from it hit the pupil of his left eye, which was the second test, and the beep sounded again.

"Look at what kind of character needs to be eliminated this time," Liu Jiajun said to himself, "Liu Yin Hotel, don't leave a living." ”

In the mission description, there is no introduction to the identity of the target, which makes Liu Jiajun very surprised, he knows that this mission is from the core department of the United States government, but this is the first time that the identity of the target is not informed.

"No living ...... is enough," said Mr. Lau, turning off the treadmill and walking out of the gym and down the stairs to his studio.

A map of the city of Bianzhou unfolded on a table in front of Mr. Liu, who took out a pen and ruler to measure and mark on it. He has already followed this task, and the moment he clicks "OK", Cai Wenyue will receive a confirmation message. As for the task conditions column, Liu Jiajun didn't fill in a word, although the other party's attitude was that the conditions were open to him, but now that the world has become like this, what else does he need. The reason why he took this job was just to find a reason for himself to go out and breathe, and only after taking the job did he feel that he was still the terrifying "peregrine falcon".