The question is, what should Zhang Jing do? Always be an ostrich?

no!no!

Zhang Jing's life creed is to never leave his fate to others to decide! That means he can't surrender, and he can't sit still!

Waiting quietly, almost three hours have passed, the most sleepy time of the day, under the dim light, Zhang Jing can clearly see the two guard positions, they are napping, with Uzi submachine guns in their hands, they don't look like good people.

I could also see clearly what they were guarding, covered by a rainproof cloth, like piles of rice piled up in a supermarket, about 1.5 meters high and 4 meters long.

911 Lowering Pistol? Underwater guns?

The sound-lowering pistol is just a flame and sound reduction, and it can't be physically muted, compared to the underwater shooting gun in terms of mute, it fires a steel drill, a little thinner than a pencil, a sharp steel drill half the length of a pencil, within 25 meters, the penetration is very strong!

From the other side of the container, two guards in the opposite direction, Zhang Jing silently took out the cheat, no, it was a ladder, and came to the ground smoothly.

Taking a deep breath of air, Zhang Jing bypassed the container and strode towards the two guards, no need to say hello, no need to interrogate, and don't think about pretending to be X, the bad guy died from talking too much, and he shot directly when he got close.

"Poof!" The first man to die was in his twenties, looking skinny, and the steel drill was directly sunk into his skull, and he died in a nap.

Another guard heard the movement, opened his eyes, saw the stranger in front of him, and subconsciously touched the gun, Zhang Jing had already fired the second steel drill.

The second guard also had a hole in his forehead.

Because it was close, the second man opened his eyes, but did not cause a trace of movement, and was directly killed.

The matter was not over, Zhang Jing collected the bodies of the two people into the Mithril space with extremely fast and inertial speed, without letting the blood drip to the ground.

After doing this, Zhang Jing had time to look at the pile of things that covered the rain cloth.

Gently lift it to reveal a corner.

It turned out that what Goldfinger couldn't see was a bunch of green cuties, a bundle of 100,000, tightly wrapped in plastic wrap, a large number, a whole pile.

No need to guess, it must be black money, or money used for transactions.

However, there were not all green money under the tarpaulin, and there were also six machine guns, six shoulder-fired missiles, 100 mines, and supporting ammunition.

The weapons are all in new material crates, and Goldfinger can be seen.

Although Zhang Jing no longer had a sense of money and no novelty about weapons, he still reluctantly put them all into the Mithril space, and then began to clean up the traces, including footprints, fingerprints, and hair on the ground and on the top of the container, as much as possible.

One thing is for sure, no matter what, there will be traces left, such as dander and broken hair, and in order to be as perfect as possible, Zhang Jing then began to pour gasoline on a large area, a large barrel of about 200 liters, all used up.

The penultimate step is to cut the barbed wire fence from the side windows of the warehouse, then turn around and go back to light the time-lapse fuse made of clothing, and then quietly move away from the warehouse.

I didn't leave immediately, but watched the warehouse catch fire from a distance, so I was relieved to escape.

I didn't make contact with any strangers along the way, didn't take a taxi, used the mountain bike that comes with the Mithril space to get around, covered my face with all my helmets, and arrived at the airport at 7 in the morning.

Find a place to put away the motorcycle, have a leisurely breakfast, and call Mike at eight o'clock.

Three hours earlier, at five o'clock in the morning, the lumber market was on fire, and the vicinity of the warehouse was full of people who participated in the fire extinguishing, and water and fire extinguishers were on the table.

Because it is a timber market, if it is not stopped in time, it may damage other warehouses, but the fact is that the fire has burned down a warehouse next door, which is stacked with flammable fir wood, and the fire is unstoppable.

When the fire is extinguished and the people are scattered, the sky is already bright.

For the first time, the owner came to the warehouse, looked at a piece of scorched earth, his eyes were full of mess, and his brain was confused.

It is clear that the money is gone, the weapons are gone, and two of his men are missing.

The first suspicion was that his subordinates did it, they all disappeared, the phone could not be reached, and the scene was ..... The ghost scene, the scene has been completely destroyed, excepted

The water is the fire extinguisher, and the foam, dry powder, and countless people's footprints, hair, and dander are spewed out.

There is only one clue in the window, and from the direction of the incision, it looks like the barbed wire has been cut from the inside, and it can basically be confirmed that his subordinates have defected.

Then the investigation began, and it was easy to find out that the family members of the two missing men were there, and there was nothing unusual or even unaware.

It's hard for your family to want it? How else to explain it?

At this point, all the clues were interrupted, but what was lost was 50 million meters, as well as important anti-aircraft weapons, it was impossible to give up, and it was determined to track down to the end, first of all, to find two of his subordinates, to see people alive, and to see corpses when they died.

As for the tenant of the warehouse, the owner did not suspect it for the time being, he also came yesterday evening, when the warehouse was not locked, and two of the containers were locked, and it was his person who opened the door of the container, and there were some machinery and equipment inside, and the things were still there, but they were burned beyond recognition.

On the other side, Mike is waiting for the boss at the airport.

"That warehouse caught fire in the early hours of the morning," Zhang Jing told Mike, "the equipment has been burned, you go and dispose of it, what can be used, and what can't be used will be sent to the scrap disposal station for scrap."

Mike frowned and reminded his boss, "The equipment is worth 2.6 million meters, and one of them is a high-precision lathe from Kofel."

"It's okay," Zhang Jing didn't seem to care, "Let's buy it again, buy two."

Buy one, smash one, and play!

"Yes."

"By the way," Zhang Jing called out to Mike, who had already turned around, "stay safe."

Mike nodded, as if he understood something.

"Also," Zhang Jing reminded, "if you have a trusted friend, you can call me to work for me, two people together is safer than alone."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jing said casually, as if Mike had been waiting for a long time, and asked expectantly, "Is it really possible?"

"Of course," Zhang Jing agreed, and then changed his words, "Betrayal is not allowed, and if you betray, it is not only a matter of death and debt, but also the family members need to bear joint and several responsibility, including children and dogs;

If they die in the line of duty, the children will enter the Ivy League schools, and their families will receive a pension of no less than 2 million meters; There will also be a corresponding bereavement pension for the disabled."

Any betrayal is not allowed, Mike was prepared, but when he heard Zhang Jing say it bluntly, he still couldn't help but tremble in his heart, "I know."

Seeing off Mike, Zhang Jing did not leave, but waited for a taxi that looked like a classic car outside the airport, with a black body and a yellow roof.

The driver, a white man, who seemed to be of mixed Hispanic descent, handed the key directly to Zhang Jing, "The thing is in the trunk."

Leaving such a sentence, the person left directly.

Zhang Jing stepped forward to open the trunk of the taxi, and inside were two metal boxes, unlocked the lock, and some targeted drug raw materials were lying quietly in the test tube.

Looking ordinary, in fact, these things are sold by the milligram, which is very expensive.

The point is that it can save lives, and countless people need it, but unfortunately the patents are controlled by pharmaceutical giants, and the purchase of formal channels is very expensive and expensive, and it is difficult for ordinary families to afford it.

With such a lot of money, it's no wonder that even Jennifer has to kick it in.

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