Riding a motorcycle, an unlicensed bent beam motorcycle from Yangon.

I was going to go around in a circle to the beach and leave from the sea, but I didn't expect it, I never expected that the woman I saw in the scope before would quickly chase after me on a motorcycle made by DK.

Zhang Jingdu is stupid, he can't be exposed, and the motorcycle under his ass can't run fast.

can only pretend to be determined, and continue to move forward without hurry.

Fortunately, his local skin color, physiognomy, and broken motorcycle played a good protective role, and the woman just stared at him for a second when she passed by, and then continued to chase forward.

Zhang Jing breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but it was okay.

Old Dai Jin ran away, and the beautiful big rooster said that the other party's force was off the charts, and it was really hard to mess with.

After a smooth rear, go around in a circle, return to a remote part of the strait, put away the motorcycle, enter the sea water and release the tank beans, which are used as buffaloes.

When he arrived in the deep water and was about to float to the surface to release the speedboat, he accidentally discovered a strange metal on the seabed.

Motioning for the bean to dive down, he saw that he reached a depth of about 50 meters on the seabed, and among the seagrass and rocks, there was a wooden shipwreck that had almost turned into mud.

Looking at the general shape, the wreck is about 40 or 50 meters long, and there are many scattered metal products, most of which are hidden under the silt and sea sand.

There is a lot of time, a lot of oxygen cylinders, Zhang Jing is not in a hurry, and collects as much as he can.

Rusty blades, rotten arquebuses, heavily oxidized iron armor, intact rustless anchors, ship nails, a series of carpenter's tools, silver seals... Wait a minute.

There is no gold, silver and jewelry, and comprehensive analysis shows that this is a Ming Dynasty ship that sank on the way back.

For many things, Zhang Jing used up four oxygen cylinders underwater, and it took 3.5 hours to surface, and the sky was full of stars, and the time was already half past eleven in the evening.

Some people are happy and some are worried, when Zhang Jing was working underwater, because he was killed a core fighter designer, Amu Yamen held a press conference in London to express strong condemnation.

Vowed to catch the murderer and send multiple experts to the scene of the incident to investigate.

The next day was the day of the F1 race, Temasek closed the roads on a large scale, tourists were surging, and it was hard to find a hotel room along the track.

Zhang Jing cheered Lindsay on during the game.

"I won't be the last one this time!" Dressed in a green, red, and black racer suit, with a full helmet on her head, Lindsay's big-eyed eyes swore to the sky

Xiu Shu.com, "I want to win glory for Tiger!"

Looking at the excited Lindsay, Zhang Jing reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "Come on..."

Don't be embarrassed to say this to yourself.

Encouraged by her boyfriend, Lindsay roared and sat in her No. 17 car, a purpose-built F1 car built by Tiger engineers, low enough for racers to climb into. Ь.

Dressed in a light blue dress and a beige crewneck top, Liang Jieshu elegantly half-squatted outside the cab window to remind Lindsay, "Safety first."

Lindsey gave a thumbs up with her left hand.

At this time, Zhang Jing noticed that the seven men and three women in Lindsay's team looked at Liang Jieshu with half-squatting buttocks.

Although Zhang Jing is jealous, he can also understand that Liang Jieshu's S-shaped figure is indeed very wow.

In addition, the appearance is not low, and it is much better than the fried chicken of Airi Suzuki and Aya Nakajo.

As the car with the Tiger advertisement slowly drove into the track, Liang Jieshu returned to Zhang Jing's side and said in a worried tone, "Lindsay may take a risk for the result."

"Don't worry," Zhang Jing comforted his girlfriend, "she will be a mother soon, and she won't risk her life."

Liang Jieshu knew about Dai's pregnancy and nodded her head.

After a burst of fireworks, the race officially began with the roaring of thirty-seven cars.

It is impossible for the audience to chase the car to watch, mainly watching the big screen and listening to the host's commentary.

The first twenty seconds of the opening game are very good, Lindsay is ranked in the middle and back, not the bottom, which makes Zhang Jing sigh, Lindsay must usually spend a lot of time training.

Twenty seconds later it slowly began to fall behind, hovering between sixth to bottom and eighth from the bottom.

Unexpectedly, Liszt, who had been knocked out by him with a punch before, was always ranked third and fourth, with good driving skills and fast speed.

This is what Zhang Jing is willing to see, and Liszt has no chance to take revenge on Lindsay on the field.

Time passed, and by the end of the first lap, Lindsey was sixth from the bottom.

A sudden brake stops in the designated area, and the racing team members quickly step forward to change the four wheels.

"Jack," Lindsay shouted excitedly from the driver's seat, "I'm not number one from the bottom!"

Zhang Jing smiled, gave her a thumbs up, and verbally encouraged, "Come on, stay safe."

With only one screw, the four tires had been changed as he spoke, and Lindsey set off again, the engine roaring, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Motorsport is cool," Liang Jieshu envies, "no wonder failure can't defeat her."

On lap two, Lindsay managed to move up one position to eighth from bottom, much to her delight.

Ahh

At the end of the third lap, Lindsay ran into the penultimate ninth place, creating a historic good result, getting off the car and rushing to Zhang Jing to hug, excited to explode, happy to burst.

I couldn't stop being excited, "Jack, I made history, I ran my best!"

"Yes," Zhang Jing said without hesitation in complimenting Lindsay as he removed his helmet, "you are the best, the most handsome, and this game is super cool."

The first, second, and third places were celebrating the opening of champagne, and a group of reporters surrounded the top three to take pictures.

I heard that some people were laughing more happily than them, and those who didn't understand the situation thought that the 17th was the first place.

No matter what others think, Lindsay has always jumped from the first to the bottom to the ninth from the bottom, and the progress is obvious and huge, which is worth celebrating.

At this happy moment, Zhang Jing felt the phone vibrate slightly.

A bad piece of news came in.

After the Mai family went bankrupt and collapsed, the Big Coconut Tree Bank was liquidated and distributed to the Bogotá factory because of its 320 million yuan of shares.

Zhang Jing originally intended to use it as a stronghold, but two employees who flew over to receive the factory were beaten to death by the local Gray Gang.

Asked another employee to send a message asking Big Coconut Tree Bank to hand over the factory to the 13k gang for free.

This situation was beyond the scope of normal business operations, and considering that one employee was killed, Zhang Jing decided to eliminate the 13K Gang.

The Gray Gang, like the Yamen, collects taxes (protection-protection-fees) from ordinary people, which seems inconceivable in Area D now, but in previous years, it was pushed for ten, fifteen, or twenty years, and it also existed.

Not to mention Colombia, the local government is not so much the Yamen as the many gray gangs and criminal groups.

The question is, who should I send?

Zhang Jing could have thought of Wang Ju and Wang Li, who had Colombian nationality, but the beautiful big rooster analyzed that they were intelligence officers in the alliance area.

Intelligence officers, especially intelligence officers and spies working outside the guo, almost always live with their heads pinned to their waists, and they are often very vigilant, not easy to change bosses, and not easy to return to their hearts.

The thought flashed in my heart, and this choice was brushed off.

After thinking about it, Zhang Jing decided to call Silan's friend and bodyguard, Xiao Yu.

"The second shift is coming, and the next one is around ten o'clock tomorrow morning."