At three o'clock in the middle of the night, Zhang Jing once again visited the No. 1 track line where he couldn't see his fingers.

This time no one bothered, and he managed to find the so-called 'Doomsday Army Arsenal.'

The entrance is hidden behind a very ordinary maintenance door, which cannot be found without metal visibility.

Determine the location, Zhang Jing didn't blow up the door directly, and he couldn't blow it in, the door was too thick.

Turning around and leaving the subway tunnel, Zhang Jing, who was disguised as a leaf, followed the instructions of the mobile phone navigation to the backyard wall of a middle school, opened a manhole cover and drilled in.

The person was still hanging on the ladder in the sewer, and Zhang Jing first put on a gas mask and then changed into high rubber boots.

After doing this, I landed gently and stepped into the sewage.

The sewage is about 20 cm deep, and the high rubber boots can protect your feet from contamination.

Follow the navigation.

As for the good things in the sewer sewage, including daggers, pistols, watches, cell phones.

It is definitely not possible to use it if it is soaked in sewage, and Zhang Jing is not short of them, so naturally he will not pick them up.

After walking for about two kilometers, after an unknown number of forks, Zhang Jing stopped and released peas.

Drawing a circle on the wall with a marker, Zhang Jing commanded the pea, "Dig."

With a swing of its sharp and powerful forelimbs, the concrete was like tofu in front of the pea, and it quickly dug into the wall.

Zhang Jing followed behind to collect the soil, and at the same time directed the direction of the peas.

The inverted L digs about 19 meters down to the top of the arsenal of the Doomsday Army.

Only the last three meters of concrete ceiling are missing.

The so-called 'arsenal of the last days of the army' means weapons issued to ordinary people at the last moment.

There is a very interesting prediction and deduction.

If there were three wars, which region would perish first?

That's right, including the fried chicken itself, it is predicted to be fried chicken, and all of them will have an arsenal of apocalyptic weapons.

Keep it for a desperate fight.

As the peas dig through the last layer, Zhang Jing successfully enters one of the many doomsday arsenals of fried chicken.

The old rule, don't panic when you encounter something, don't mess up.

First of all, the robot that he carried with him, two eight-clawed robots and two humanoid robots.

A drone carried by a robot controlled by a beautiful big rooster explores around.

After waiting for about a minute to make sure that there were no potential safety hazards, Zhang Jing turned on the sweeping mode.

50*50*50m space, 95% empty, never full.

This warehouse is a large area, and a lot of things are piled up all the way to the top.

Looking at the logo, although some of them are second-hand weapons, it doesn't matter, they all take them, hoping to fill the Mithril space.

For twenty minutes, Zhang Jing kept running and collecting until he emptied the Doomsday Warehouse.

There is still about one-third of the space left, and the big package is really strong and exciting!

If you can't leave immediately after taking something, it is necessary to destroy the scene so that you can do bad things next time.

The 4-meter-high column was piled up with shells, which were brought out by Xiao Mao and never used up, and this time it was just enough to consume a large amount.

Two were placed under each column, consuming a total of 60 shells.

The last 3 pieces were placed in the tunnel dug out by the peas, completely erasing all traces.

Put away the dangerous items and take away the robot, Zhang Jing left quickly, quickly returned to the ground, and ran away quickly.

This time it will not blow up itself, the encrypted signal can be detonated five or six kilometers away.

Because the Doomsday Warehouse was directly below the school, he didn't worry about accidentally injuring innocent people in the middle of the night, and after reaching a safe distance, Zhang Jing used a brand new mobile phone to detonate the trace removal device.

With a dull explosion sounding, it was destined to be another sleepless night.

Located in the downtown area.

A part of a middle school exploded and subsided.

It also caused damage to some surrounding homes and subway lines, and although there were no fatalities, many people could not sleep.

After finishing the business, Zhang Jing's whole body was light, in Songzhi

The hotel hugged smart beans and black beans and slept until three poles in the morning.

Departing from the hotel at 10 o'clock, I went to Osaka to find Satomi Hamabe, and I also planned to see Ai Yamasugi.

The whole journey is about 450 kilometers, and the driving on the road is not fast, and he is listening to the Amu radio, but there is no report of the explosion.

What's with?

Is it the first emperor who returned to Xianyang, did not mourn secretly, and held back his big move?

The answer is yes, the last kilometer away from the city of Tokyo, encounters - check the car.

Unlike the ordinary security police who maintain traffic order on the road, this time it was a soldier with a loaded gun.

The GIs are nothing, and the people who are mixed in the GIs, dressed in civilian clothes and scrutinizing, are the focus.

According to the instructions, Zhang Jing stopped the car.

"Sir," a young man in a suit, trousers, black leather shoes, and a pistol at his waist appeared polite, but in fact his tone was wary and scrutinizing, "please show me your ID."

Zhang Jing handed out the Xiangjiang passport.

The young man looked through it from the beginning and asked, "Why did you come to Tokyo?"

"Uh," Zhang Jing said, "ostensibly for work, but actually for wildflowers."

I have met a real person, I have never met Zhang Jing so real, the young intelligence officer returned his passport and signaled that he could pass.

After receiving the passport, Zhang Jing unhurriedly refueled, slowly passed through the inspection section, and continued to Osaka.

In the evening, in a Chinese restaurant, I met two sisters, Satomi Hamabe and Sakura Hamabe.

On second contact, Zhang Jing became more and more sure that the 1.55-meter-tall Hamabe Mizakura was the ninja he met for the first time in the Line I subway.

"Mr. Zhang," asked Mizakura Hamabe in the middle of the meal, "what do you do?"

Zhang Jing stopped his chopsticks, looked into the eyes of Hamabe Meiying and replied, "I'm a treasure picker."

Hamabe Mizakura asked rhetorically, "Treasure picker?"

"Yes," Zhang Jing said in an affirmative tone, "you can often pick up good things in rivers and lakes."

Sakura Hamabe nodded.

"Miss Satomi is a military clerk, and Miss Mei Sakura," Zhang Jing asked rhetorically, "What kind of work do you do?"

"My job is to perform ninjutsu."

"Wow," Zhang Jing's expression was appropriately exaggerated, "It's amazing!"

"It's just a show," Misakura Hamabe explained, "the real ninjutsu has gone."

Zhang Jing naturally won't expose the lies of Hamabe Meiying, and the back is pure dinner and chat time.

At night, my sister Satomi Hamabe didn't avoid anything, and followed her ex-boyfriend Zhang Jing back to the room.

An in-depth and simple exchange.

In the dark room, Satomi Hamabe, who was soft, petite and cute, crawled in Zhang Jing's arms and chatted softly and asked, "Is it profitable to pick up treasures?"

"It depends on luck," Zhang Jing said to Satomi Hamabe, "big rivers, deep mountains and old forests, sometimes they lose money and run in vain."

"Don't go to the Suicide Forest for treasure hunting," Satomi Hamabe whispered softly, "I heard from my colleagues that there are unclean things in the Suicide Forest that tempt people to commit suicide."

"Unclean things?" Zhang Jingchi asked.

"The reason why the Suicide Forest is a suicide mecca," said Satomi Hamabe, "there must be a reason, right?"

Zhang Jing nodded lightly and decided to find a chance to take a look, is it possible that the third form?

"The third watch, arrived before eight o'clock, thank you for the big reward."