Outside Yangjiaping Garment Factory.
A car stopped on the side of the road about two hundred meters away from the factory gate.
This car is obviously not his Maybach S600, but the Santana that he bought for 100,000 yuan from the second-hand market that has not yet closed. After all, he didn't want his car to be totaled in a crossfire.
Jiang Chen got out of the car, looked around the surroundings, and then walked towards the garment factory that had been abandoned for who knows how long.
This is the agreed destination, 12 kilometers away from Lake City.
The factory building is surrounded by bare farmland except for the grassy foundation, and there is no human habitation nearby.
However, just outside the door of this deserted factory building, Jiang Chen saw four vans that did not suit the occasion.
Standing at the door of the garment factory were two men wearing peaked caps. There must be something hidden in their bulging down jackets. Their hands were always in their pockets, presumably holding weapons.
Jiang Chen raised the corner of his mouth playfully and walked towards the door without any fear.
Seeing Jiang Chen approaching, the two people exchanged glances, and one of them walked over.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Jiang. I wonder if you have kept your promise?" The man stretched out his right hand and smiled.
He was naturally referring to the agreement to go alone.
"Don't you know how to see it for yourselves?"
After leaving these words, Jiang Chen ignored his outstretched hand and walked into the garment factory.
Maintaining the gesture of reaching out, an embarrassed expression appeared on the man's face. Seeing the suppressed smiles on the faces of his companions who were standing guard together, he awkwardly spread his hands and shrugged, then put his hands back into his pockets.
Ayesha didn't follow, Jiang Chen gave her other tasks.
As Zhang Youjie requested, he went to the appointment alone.
There was a dim incandescent light on in the center of the factory building, and figures could be seen faintly by the windows.
After pushing open the door of the factory, Jiang Chen looked around at the people in the hall with a smile on his lips.
Bulletproof vests in urban camouflage colors, jet black assault rifles full of metallic texture... It must have taken a lot of effort to transport these things into the country.
Fifteen CIA agents are located in every corner of the factory. There were only five people standing at the door to greet Jiang Chen.
The leader has a dangerous aura all over his body. Although his specific strength cannot be confirmed, based on intuition alone, this person should be a bit stronger than Roberts' bodyguard Nick.
He must be the Gris that Natasha mentioned. Gris, nicknamed the Hungry Wolf.
Great, it's all here.
"Are you Jiang Chen?" Seeing Jiang Chen come in, the white man standing in the middle of the factory put out his cigarette butt, grinned and took out a photo from his pocket.
The grooves on his face were twisted together, and there was a fierce light in his green eyes. He looked Jiang Chen up and down.
"That's right." Jiang Chen said calmly.
"Since you're here, you must have made a decision." Gris shrugged.
"Of course. But before that, I need to have a phone call with Xia Shiyu." Looking directly into his eyes, Jiang Chen said in a deep voice.
"Don't worry, yellow-skinned monkey, the hostages are safe. After all, we are CIA, not IS." The Americans standing aside mocked.
"Really? I've never understood the difference between the two organizations."
"you-"
Hearing Jiang Chen's sarcastic words, the American suddenly became angry and rolled up his sleeves to move forward.
"Krem, shut up." Gris glanced at the teammate. He said calmly.
"Yes..." The tall man immediately lowered his head and stepped back obediently.
Facing this terrifying captain, he really didn't have the courage to argue.
Telling the name of the organization he belonged to was already a violation of discipline, but seeing that the task was almost completed, Gris said nothing.
Tilting his head, Gris said to the person next to him.
"Call him."
"Okay, sir." The soldier wearing a baseball cap took out the walkie-talkie from his tactical vest, walked towards Jiang Chen, and handed it to him.
There was a trace of undetectable mockery at the corner of his mouth, and he took the walkie-talkie. Jiang Chen put his other hand in his pocket and gently turned on the switch of the radio tracking device.
Let Ayesha take care of that.
"Hello? Xia Shiyu!"
"Jiang Chen... you, where are you?"
Listening to that haggard voice, I tried to control the anger in my heart. Jiang Chen took a deep breath and spoke in as calm a tone as possible.
"How are you doing now? Have they done anything to you?"
"... Not yet. Who are they?" Her voice was full of helplessness and panic, but her voice was not hoarse, so she probably had not suffered any cruel treatment.
After confirming Xia Shiyu's safety, Jiang Chen felt a little relieved.
However, just when he was about to buy more time for Ayesha. The communication was hung up from there.
"At this point, you only have 10 seconds to confirm that the hostages are safe." Gris grinned, took out his lighter, and lit a cigarette for himself again, "Now, your choice determines the fate of you and your girlfriend. Life or death. Of course, you don’t seem to have many choices.”
Jiang Chen slowly put down the walkie-talkie and looked into Gris's eyes.
"oh?"
I don't think so.
Silently adding something in his mind, Jiang Chen put his hand in his pocket and threw the radio tracking device into the storage space, then took out a paper-shaped remote control and pressed the switch.
In the Santana parked outside the factory, the wide-area signal shielding device in the trunk instantly turned on, blocking all electromagnetic wave signals within a 5-kilometer radius.
"Krem, check his equipment." Ignoring Jiang Chen, Gris tilted his head and said to his comrades standing aside.
"Okay, OSS."
After twisting his neck and making a crackling sound, Krem walked towards Jiang Chen with a grin.
He had already made up his mind to give this arrogant guy some color.
For example, during a body search, I accidentally crushed one of his balls...
"Before we leave here, we need to check your equipment to prevent you from carrying a positioning device. Of course, if you resist, something unpleasant may happen."
Looking at Kerem walking towards him, Jiang Chen suddenly smiled.
"Leave here? Who said I want to leave with you?"
Hearing this, the five people surrounding Jiang Chen, including Gris and Krem, were stunned.
Without giving them a chance to react, Jiang Chen had already deactivated the fuses of the EM grenades and smoke bombs in his pockets before he finished speaking.
Buzz!
The hum of electric current sounded, the light bulb suddenly went out, and the factory suddenly fell into darkness. At the same time, the smoke suddenly spread from Jiang Chen's position, hiding his figure.
"kill him!"
Shouting at the top of his lungs, Gris immediately gave the order to kill. At the same time, he raised his rifle and without hesitation pulled the trigger.
Da da!
The firelight jumped, and the interlocking firepower tore apart the cloud of smoke that hid Jiang Chen's figure. The empty factory building was filled with the explosion of gunpowder and the crisp sound of metal cartridge cases falling to the ground.
Because the retina cannot adapt to sudden changes in light, everyone's field of vision is dark. However, the people present were all veterans who had been on the battlefield for a long time. Even with their eyes closed, they could tacitly shoot to block all the target's escape routes.
"Ceasefire!"
The gunfire stopped and the smoke cleared.
In an instant, silence returned to the factory.
The thick cloud of smoke spread at a constant speed, gradually touching the green smoke rising from the muzzle of the gun.
The five CIA agents in the center of the factory kept their muzzles raised and locked the position in the center of the smoke.
Although the smoke has not yet dispersed, no one would doubt that the ignorant Easterner had died tragically.
It was simply impossible to escape from such a fierce barrage of fire.
Maintaining a shooting stance is just a soldier's discipline.
"OSS, he must be dead." Krem couldn't help but say while flexing his knuckles.
Gris stared intently into the center of the smoke.
The target was undoubtedly dead, but the growing uneasiness in his heart lingered.
The smoke was like a devil's egg, as if something was about to come out of it.
Is it an illusion
However, at this moment, his green pupils suddenly narrowed, and the calmness of an elite soldier on his face disappeared in an instant!
"God..." The voice was tainted with a hint of despair. Krem, who was about to crush Jiang Chen's balls earlier, backed away tremblingly while holding the rifle.
The cold steel armor shell reflected five frightened faces.
The T-3 powered armor covered his whole body, and the triangular barrel rotated at high speed. Jiang Chen opened the safety of the weapon module with a grin.
"let's-py-a-game!" (.)
S: (S: Since the teacher added two experiments at will, the class is full during the day, so I will temporarily update it in advance.
After staying up late, I have finished coding now.
I was so sleepy that I went to sleep...)