Pang Shiqiang hesitated and hesitated, looked at Yang Luo and then looked at them, and felt that there was no hope of escaping, so he said: "I myself am engaged in biological research, and I have a company in the United States, but I am just a puppet, and it is Freemasonry that is manipulated behind the scenes." This time, the causative agent we call the No. 1 virus was created by the Freemasons in cooperation with the Philippine National Intelligence and Adjustment Agency, and it is necessary to spread it in China. In fact, after our research, virus No. 1 has nothing to do with Ebola, it is another new virus with higher contagiousness and higher lethality, which can be photographed much more than Ebola, as long as it is infected, it will die in five days. As long as the virus spreads, it will inevitably cause panic in society, and then spread rumors and incite unrest through domestic spies, and finally lead A1 Ra 1 Bo 1 Chun to the country. ”

"Hah!" Yang Luo laughed: "Freemasonry, it seems that it still didn't hurt him." In the past, I wanted to introduce this bullshit spring into Russia, and then logically it would spread to the country. Later, it was suppressed by the Russian bear, but it did not succeed. Then he supported the cult organization in China, and in the end, the cult organization was wiped out, making them honest for a while, but they didn't expect to give up. ”

Then Yang Luo asked: "Where is the virus?" What channels do you want to ship to China through guò? ”

Pang Shiqiang said: "The virus is in the hands of Rodriguez, deputy director of the Philippine National Intelligence and Adjustment Bureau, because the virus has just been successfully studied, and this matter is important and cannot be missed, so we have to be cautious, so we have not yet formulated a complete and effective plan." Just when I was thinking of a way, Li Zheng suddenly appeared, and I thought of using his family's influence in China to buy off the customs, and we mixed the virus with a batch of drugs and smuggled it over, so that nothing went wrong. This plan was also endorsed by Freemasonry and the Philippine Intelligence and Coordination Agency. I didn't expect that people are not as good as heaven, the virus was revealed by Li Zheng, and our plan also failed. As for what they're going to do next, I don't know. ”

Yang Luo spit out the cigarette butt that had burned out and was still in his mouth to the ground: "That's all? ”

"Yes, that's all!" At this time, Pang Shiqiang did not dare to have any reservations.

Yang Luo nodded: "Thank you for your cooperation!" After speaking, he bent down and picked up Pang Shiqiang's robbery that fell to the ground, inserted the magazine with a click, and then pointed the gun at Pang Shiqiang, "Okay, thank you for your cooperation, now I'll send you on." ”

Pang Shiqiang was stunned for a moment, and then howled: "Why don't you talk about credit and say that you will let me go." ”

Yang Luo smiled: "Little friend, your teacher didn't tell you, don't believe the words of strangers?" ”

"No!" Pang Shiqiang watched Yang Luo's fingers slowly pull the trigger, and let out a terrible and desperate howl, "Don't kill me, please don't kill me." Then the body was dumbfounded, a stream of yellow liquid flowed out in the crotch, and then crawled to Yang Luo's feet, holding Yang Luo's thighs and snot and tearfully said, "Spare me this time, I know it's wrong, I really know it's wrong, for the sake of being Chinese, spare me." ”

Yang Luo narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly: "Chinese? You are the scum of the Chinese, and even more so the shame of the nation. When you first want to smuggle the virus into the country, think about those brothers and sisters who were infected with the virus and died in pain and wailing, why don't you say that you are Chinese? In fact, you just regard the word Chinese as the last straw, and in your psychology, you still won't admit that you have Chinese blood flowing in your body, and you are Yan Huangsun. The soul of our Chinese unique nation has disappeared in you. I believe that today I let you go, and as soon as you turn around, you will still be wearing this layer of Chinese skin, wearing this Chinese mask, and as long as you have the opportunity, you will raise a butcher's knife in front of your compatriots and carry out a bloody massacre without feeling a trace of guilt, so you deserve to die more. ”

After speaking, Yang Luo pulled the trigger.

"Nope! No. ”

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and a bullet casing fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Pang Shiqiang picked up a blood flower on his head, and his body fell to the ground weakly, and his eyes could still see the thick fear and despair inside.

"Ah......h

The woman crouching on the side let out a frightened scream, and Yang Luo raised the gun and aimed it at the woman. The woman looked at the muzzle of the black hole, rolled her eyes, and with a whoop, fainted.

Yang Luo blinked, and finally put down the gun: "Forget it, I really can't do anything to women." ”

Song Wei's little girl jumped out behind Dai Enen and said with a smile: "Don't you see that people are beautiful?" ”

"Smack!"

Yang Luo knocked on Song Wei's little head: "I know nonsense all day long." ”

Song Wei pouted, holding his head with both hands and rubbing it: "Don't knock my head, you'll be stupid." ”

Yang Luo shook his head helplessly: "Take this guy with you, let's go." ”

Crazy and Zhou Hao were like dragging dead dogs, one of them grabbed Pang Shiqiang's leg and walked out, and then went out of the pine forest and threw Pang Shiqiang's body into the car.

Xu Hang started the car and asked, "Boss, where are you going?" ”

Yang Luo said: "Go to the Intelligence and Adjustment Bureau." ”

On Holo Island, the U.S. anti-terrorist unit is fast through the jungle. Just now, they were airdropped by transport gunships less than a kilometer from the Abu Sayyaf armed base, and they were shocked and angry to see one SR-71 Blackbird killed by the anti-control artillery and the other fleeing in smoke. The SR-71 Blackbird is a high-altitude high-strategic reconnaissance aircraft that flies up to 3oooo meters and up to 3. With 5 times the tone, it can complete the photographic reconnaissance mission of an area of 324ooo square kilometers in one hour. Figuratively speaking, it only takes 6 minutes to take high-resolution photos covering the whole of Italy. In 98, due to an accident, the loss in the course of use reached 40/10, so all of them were decommissioned, but at that time, they flew higher and faster than all fighters and anti-aircraft missiles, so they maintained a proud record, and were never shot down in the line of duty.

Although the Blackbird was retired, it was still used as a test machine. And in Japan there are two of them. Because the reconnaissance area was relatively far away this time, two blackbirds were brought out. But no one thought that a simple reconnaissance mission was actually broken by the horror points and the myth that it had never been shot down, which is simply a shame and the biggest provocation to the United States.

Ten minutes later, Hornek and his men infiltrated the outskirts of the Abu Sayyaf armed base, and listened to the cheers of terror in the valley, and their eyes were bloodshot.

Hornek lay on his stomach in the grass, observing the surrounding terrain, and said to a signal soldier beside him: "Inform the command that in half an hour there will be artillery strikes on this place and blow these damn yellow-skinned monkeys to ashes." Then with a gesture, a group of soldiers quickly dispersed, fanning slowly forward.

Ghost Fox stood outside the headquarters, Merka stood beside her, and Huang Sihui and the others stood quietly behind, all looking in the direction of the Abu Sayyaf armed base.

"Report!" A signal corpsman ran over, "The US anti-terrorist forces announced that an artillery strike on the Abu Sayyaf armed base will be carried out in half an hour." ”

The corner of the ghost fox's mouth hooked up a smile: "Half an hour is a long time, Melka, order to go down, and strike in ten minutes." In addition, the forces in Manila and eastern Mindanao were informed that they were ready to operate. ”

"Yes!" Merka stood up excitedly, saluted vigorously, and turned to run into the headquarters.

In Manila in June, the weather is relatively hot, even late at night, which makes people feel very muggy. Just after eleven o'clock in the evening of this day, a large group of people suddenly appeared on the street leading to the presidential palace in the center of the city

The ten-wheeled trucks, express troop trucks, and a dozen military jeeps of the sub-armed soldiers were draped with camouflage nets, and the cross antennas of the radio stations dragged the old elders.

The convoy, led by a light and agile off-road command vehicle, rushed to the Bashihe Bridge. The soldiers on the cart all wore belts on their heads, and the red, white, and blue flags of the Philippines were pinned to their chests or sleeves, and such symbols were symbols of war and rebellion.

When the troops were less than a kilometer away from the bridgehead, the command car stopped, and a major got out of the car, and under his order, all the soldiers got out of the car silently, and then formed a straggler formation to quickly move towards the Bashihe Bridge, to the Malaka Palace in the night, and then to get closer.

Suddenly, one of the soldiers in front of him stumbled under his feet, fell to the ground with a thud, and slammed the grab in his hand on the bridge railing, and there was a soft sound. Although the sound is not loud, it is not inferior to a thunderclap in such a quiet night.

"Who?" The two guards guarding the palace gate hurriedly walked out of the sentry box and asked loudly.

"Get down! Get down! One of the officers lowered his voice and shouted, and all the soldiers held their breath and fell to the ground

The guards soldier held his gun and cautiously walked towards the bridge, when suddenly one of the guys stopped and shouted in panic: "Someone! ”

At this time, another guy also appeared a black shadow lying on the ground, black and oppressive.

The guards raised their guns and pulled the trigger to warn, and the poignant sound of gunfire tore apart the quiet night.

Maracañan Palace, after the dinner, Al did not leave, but stayed here like Aguino, waiting for news from Mindanao.

Al looked at the time, couldn't hold his breath and said, "President Aguino, why is there no news until now?" ”

Aguino crooked his lips and showed that disgusting smile again: "Ambassador Al, don't worry, I believe they will be able to rescue the hostages safely." ”

"Da, da, da!"

"Dada........."

As soon as Aguino finished speaking, he heard a dense burst of gunfire outside, and Al suddenly stood up in his chair and said with a pale face, "What's the matter?" ”

Aguino's face also changed greatly, and he was about to speak, when the phone on his desk rang suddenly.

Aguino grabbed the phone, "How can there be gunshots outside?" ”

"The President, Your Excellency, there is a rebel build-up outside the Malacañan Palace......" the captain of the Malacacanan Palace Guard reported urgently.

"What did you say?" Aguino's hand holding the phone trembled, and he almost threw the phone away, "You're talking about it again!" ”

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