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It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and Lang Tianya was putting on makeup in front of the mirror for the details of his changed face. Actually, he can make it up without looking in the mirror, but he doesn't want the care sitting on the edge of the bed to know this.

Concerned about knitting wool, he looked up from time to time to glance at Lang Tianya, who was putting on makeup.

"Going out again? It's been days. I don't ask you what you're doing, as long as you're not looking for a woman to avoid me. Concern said as he lowered his head and worked.

Lang Tianya drew a wrinkle at the corner of his eyes, picked up a Lei Feng hat on the table and put it on his head, and didn't look back, but still said to the mirror: "I came to Beijing for my own business, and I can't just squat at home every day to serve your aunt and grandmother!" After he finished speaking, he checked whether the clothes on his body were neat, and after feeling that there was nothing wrong, he said "go" and pushed the door out.

Lang Tianya hates to act in the city. There are too many surveillance probes in the city. He likes to wander among the mountains and rivers, and most importantly in the countryside. He is not afraid of the harsh geographical environment, because of his own ability, those places that make ordinary people dread like dangerous roads make him walk on the ground.

But the city was a real danger for him. The surveillance probes made him feel like a soldier without armor in ancient times walking into the sabre-rattling enemy formation, feeling like a thorn in his back.

He carefully bypassed the nearby surveillance, slipped around the wall, and walked about five kilometers in nearly an hour to a supermarket that was open at night. He went to a toilet in the supermarket, found a cubicle under the exhaust vent, closed the door and packed the Lei Feng hat and jacket and shoes in a plastic bag. He took out a pair of shoes from his waist and put them on, and a velvet hat that old men usually wore and put them on, and began to wait.

After about seven or eight minutes, when there was no one else in the toilet, he jumped onto the two-metre-long lattice baffle, reached out and pushed open the exhaust vent cover on the ceiling, and stuffed the bag containing his clothes inside. The whole process took less than two seconds. The screws of that exhaust vent had been loosened by him a few days earlier.

He cleaned up, and when he got out of the toilet, he bent down slightly, turning into a thin little old man and walking into the crowd of supermarkets.

Lang Tianya took the subway, reversed the bus, turned around and came to a high-rise building, and turned to the side of this skyscraper. He looked around, saw that no one was looking, and climbed up from the outer wall to the roof. Five minutes later, he had climbed to the top of the building, which was about 200 meters long. In the center of the roof was a signal transmission tower about 20 meters high. He took out a strong elastic rubber belt about ten meters long from his backpack and hooked it to a fifteen-meter height of the iron tower.

Lang Tianya glanced at his watch, there were still five minutes and twelve o'clock. He climbed the tower, first checked that the hook on the rubber belt was hooked to the tower, then hooked the hook at the other end of the rubber belt to the rope tied around his waist, and then turned back and pulled the rubber belt hard to climb down the tower. He climbed along the tower and its lightning protection line until it was about thirty meters away from the tower, his feet on a concrete pier, his body leaning down, in a posture of his feet and head down. At this time, the rubber belt had been stretched by him to a length of more than thirty meters, stretched straight.

Lang Tianya paid attention to his watch, and when the second hand pointed to twelve o'clock with ten seconds left, his feet loosened, and his body was dragged by the rubber belt and flew towards the tower. As he flew over the tower at great speed, he stretched out his hand and unhooked the rubber belt from the tower faster, while bending his legs and pressing one of the tower's load-bearing pillars as his legs passed over the tower. After this acceleration, he flew like a disarmed cannonball towards a building more than 100 meters away across the street.

Zhang Fei usually lives a very regular life. In the morning, she would take care of some of the customs affairs of the guild, in the afternoon she would enjoy massage and meditation, and in the evening she would read a lot of books and materials, take a shower at 12 o'clock, and go to bed at 12:30 p.m. And all this is done in the Wulian Building.

The above-ground part of the building has 36 floors and is about 150 meters high. It is very well protected in terms of security, there are thousands of monitoring probes in the whole building, the exterior glass of the whole building is all bulletproof, and there are 24 security teams distributed around the whole building, which can reach any location where there is a situation within five seconds.

Among them, there are many rooms with the most strict protection, and there are countless places where Zhang Fei lives.

Her room was decorated as nuclear-weapon-proof. This set of rooms is located on the second floor, with a total area of 260 square meters, and its six-sided shell is composed of special internal force steel plates and weighted lead, with a layer of fireproof material inside and outside, and a fully enclosed structure. Indoor air is provided by a special filtration unit, a separate water supply system, a separate sewer system, and enough bottled water and food storage for three people for a year. In a word, apart from the door, it has little communication with the outside world, but it can independently support the survival of human beings. There are also four dedicated security teams arranged in the four corners of the suite, and it only takes two seconds from the moment the situation is discovered to the scene. After expert assessment, no matter the earthquake, fire or 911-style attack, even if the Wulian Building completely collapses, Zhang Fei's house will be safe and sound.

Zhang Fei read from half past seven to half past eleven on this day, as usual. Today she was more tired, and Chen Dazhong's visit during the day startled her, thinking that something big had happened. Later, after listening to Chen Dazhong's explanation of the situation, I learned that it was because of the nationality of his secretary. She used this incident to scare Chen Dazhong and persuaded him to endure it first, not to take measures to retaliate against this organization, and to look at the attitude of the US Embassy first. In fact, she is covering for Yu Qianhua, and it can be regarded as indirectly protecting her experiment from being hurt by Yu Qianhua, after all, Yu Qianhua will play an important role in the next experiment.

Today it is Li Man's turn to be on duty. When Zhang Fei put down the book and walked to the bathroom, Li Man just opened his eyes slightly and looked at it, and then entered a state of concentration again. Although she is not from the Gongfa Neili School, she has been insisting on meditation every day. Zhang Fei twisted the muscles in her neck and stretched the stiff muscles in her neck caused by reading, while taking off her casual clothes and walking to the bathtub. She had never worried about her safety in the Wulian Building, especially in her own residence.

Therefore, when a carefully woven metal mesh sheath broke through the drain of the sewer and protruded from the sewer pipe, and wrapped her right hand and pulled it into the hole in the sewer, her first reaction at that time was not a scream of fright, but a sense of sadness rushed to her chest: "It's broken, it's been discovered!" What to do? All the plans, all the arrangements are all in my personal head, others don't know, have you lost all your efforts? Is this really an impossible task? ”

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! 】