Twenty minutes later, Jiang Chen drove a pickup truck coated with cement and dust and drove out of the construction site with a swagger.

The cockpit of this pickup truck has accumulated a lot of dust, and it can be seen that it has not been opened for a long time, and there is no key.

This was difficult for Jiang Chen, but fortunately, there was still half a tank of fuel in it, and he started it easily.

Now Jiang Chen is wearing a shabby camouflage uniform in the car and a straw hat stained with cement, just like a little brother pulling goods on a construction site.

He has a toothpick in the corner of his mouth, and he is very into the play.

The backyard of Kaiyuan Villa is where construction vehicles enter and exit, and after Jiang Chen drove over, the security guard at the door hurriedly set up an interception pole and let Jiang Chen pass without even looking at it.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Chen drove the pickup truck out of the underground parking lot of the shopping mall, and a huge snakeskin bag was thrown in the back compartment of the pickup truck, which was the masked man who was half dead by Jiang Chen.

The workers here often take tools like this, so when Jiang Chen's pickup truck drove into the Kaiyuan courtyard again, the security guards did not suspect it at all and quickly let it go!

The morning sun is rising, and the red and yellow sunlight is shining on the construction site.

At the site of the second phase of the Kaiyuan yard project, the machines roared and the workers were in full swing.

No one cared about Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen parked the pickup truck under the shed, found an ash hopper truck, threw the snakeskin bag inside, and pushed it towards the first phase of the Kaiyuan courtyard in the distance.

Many of the townhouses over there have already been handed over.

Now there are many people who are decorating, so from time to time you can see workers like Jiang Chen, pushing a cart into the villa for decoration.

The journey was very smooth, and Jiang Chen followed a group of people into it.

He parked the ash hopper truck under a big tree, picked up a few bags and half a bag of sand from the construction waste next to him and threw them into the ash hopper truck, hiding people's eyes.

After doing all this, Jiang Chen smiled and walked towards a townhouse.

He observed that except for the villa that the man in the sweatshirt walked into, the two houses next to it were empty and unoccupied.

That's it!

Jiang Chen saw that there was no one around, flashed into an idle house next to him, and then sneaked in towards the target location through the balcony at the back.

The distance between the balconies of the two villas was about four or five meters, but this was a piece of cake for Jiang Chen, and without much effort, he jumped to the balcony on the second floor of the target villa.

The second floor is quiet, and you can vaguely hear the sound of the morning news coming from the lobby on the first floor.

and the voices of several people.

Jiang Chen touched it like a ghost.

There are three rooms on the second floor, two of which are in the air, and one of the beds is messy, and it looks like he has just gotten up.

In the bathroom next to it, there was the sound of rushing water, and an unpleasant baritone singing unintelligible songs.

Jiang Chen walked in and looked around.

I saw a mobile phone at the head of the bed that was exactly the same as the one used by the masked man, and a playboy bound book all in German, and the hot girl on it was looking at Jiang Chen with a smile.

He took the pillow and saw that there was a black pistol underneath, Glock 18 series, with a black silencer pipe, the safety was open, and when he removed the magazine, he saw that it was full of live ammunition from Huang Cancan.

To be on the safe side, he secretly unloaded the bullet and returned it to its place.

The furnishings are simple, minimalist and industrial, with walls covered in concrete and black IKEA chandeliers.

Jiang Chen did a quick search, but found no organs and monitoring.

At this time, he set his eyes on the bedside table.

There was an unbranded plastic bottle on it, containing a transparent liquid, Jiang Chen twisted it and sniffed it, it seemed to be a special sports drink.

With a sinister smile on his face, he took out a white pill from the storage ring and threw it in, shook it, and it melted in an instant, and then he quietly retreated.

Jiang Chen's movements were extremely light, as if nothing had happened.

He went a little further down, and then stood behind the pillar at the corner of the staircase, and watched quietly.

From his point of view, there is an unobstructed view below, but when you look at it below, it is a visual blind spot, and the geographical location is superior!

In the living room, a long leather sofa is arranged, and a wall-mounted LCD TV is dialing the morning news in the provincial capital. On the sofa, two blonde men sat on the coffee table in front of them, throwing a bunch of takeaway boxes that they had eaten.

The two men were of standard Eastern European appearance, looking unshaven, wearing black shoulders that showed biceps comparable to their thighs, and they had many scars and bullet holes on their arms.

Jiang Chen estimated that their height was two meters, to say the least.

At this moment, the two of them are wearing headphones and playing games online with iPads, and they are giggling and screaming, without noticing that a stranger has broken into the villa!

The brown-yellow desert fox combat boots stepped on the coffee table, revealing an eclectic domineering spirit. Behind the two of them, two fully equipped SCAR rifles and UZI submachine guns flashed with cold light.

Jiang Chen changed his perspective, and suddenly saw a red-haired, blue-eyed European woman in a leather coat opposite them.

This big Yanma has big eyes, lips like two small sausages, and a very bold dressing style, with most of the clothes on his chest empty, revealing deep furrows!

At this time, the Yanma was holding an encrypted maritime satellite phone, standing by the window to make a call, listening to her grunting accent, speaking not English, but pure Slavic language.

Maozi?

A trace of doubt flashed in Jiang Chen's heart.

At this time, there was a regular knock outside the door of the villa, one long and one short, knocking for five seconds, and then stopped.

The rest of the room stopped.

The two Eastern European men even put their hands next to their guns.

After waiting for a minute, the red-haired woman walked over and looked at the cat's eye, then knocked on the door.

A man in a sweatshirt walked in, wearing a pullover hat and a black mask, carrying a large pile of takeout, burgers, pizza, and Huaxia fried noodles, as well as a large bag of eggs and milk.

The man in the sweatshirt came in and took off his pockets, Asian face, about 26 years old, with a very long face, single eyelids, and slender eyes that resembled a bull terrier.

"Shit! Eat this garbage again!"

The two game-playing Eastern European men took off their headphones, grabbed the bag, took out a carton of milk and bread from it, and chewed it heavily.

Complaining while eating.

The man in the sweatshirt spoke English with a strong accent and scolded: "Raised by a son of a bitch, some of them are good to eat, if you want to eat vodka with caviar, you kill Jiang Chen first!"

The two Eastern European men exchanged fists: "Shut up, Asian monkeys!"

At this time, the red-haired girl with a hot body finished the call, walked over, and muttered freely: "Strange, why hasn't the dumb man come back?

The two Eastern European men smiled at each other, revealing a lewd and greasy smile: "Don't worry, the dumb assassination technique is a top-notch existence, that kid is estimated to be finished killing people and going to the casino to have a good time!"

"Hahaha, this lost his tongue when he gambled, and he must be able to lose his head one day!"

(End of chapter)