"Oh? Ren Baqian appeared? Is there a woman I don't know next to me? Someone went down the mountain? How many people? What is the purpose? I see. Keep your eyes on me. I'll go right away." Yang Sen hung up the phone and hurriedly Go downstairs to Sheshan.
When he was about to reach the foot of Sheshan Mountain, he glanced to the side and suddenly shouted: "Stop."
The driver stopped the car in a hurry, Yang Sen rolled down the window and looked outside. He saw two men with a height of 1.75 to 1.8 meters, strong bodies, like human bears, approaching the gate of a hotel swaggeringly.
Although he was not familiar with these two men, he had seen photos of them many times. In fact, most of the people on the mountain are of this type, and with their bald heads reflecting the light in the sun, they can be recognized even from their backs.
"What are they doing here?" Yang Sen was having such thoughts in his mind, when he saw the two of them walking to the flagpole at the entrance of the hotel, put their hands on the flagpole, pressed it, and the white steel flagpole, which was more than ten centimeters thick, was crushed. Severely twisted.
Originally, the appearance and figure of the two of them were quite scary, so they naturally attracted the attention of many people when they entered the hotel gate.
The security guard who wanted to go up to ask the two of them was scared to stop when he saw this scene.
Then the two of them carried a flagpole and ran away like that. It was not the main entrance. They carried a flagpole more than ten meters high and jumped over the wall, and ran away in the wind...
Everyone at the entrance of the hotel was stunned by the shocking scene just now.
There was also a group of tourists who just got off the bus, their eyes widened when they saw this scene.
"Oh, my God!" The voices gasped one after another!
Look at the original three flagpoles, but now there is only one left standing there alone. Someone stepped forward with a look of disbelief and pushed, this thing is really not made of straw!
Then Yang Sen's phone rang at the right time.
"I saw the matter, you guys go and deal with it, I'll go up the mountain." Yang Sen picked up the phone and said while watching the two people at the end of his eyes go away.
"This speed must be sixty miles!" The driver couldn't help exclaiming while watching the two people in front of him while driving to catch up.
You must know that this is not a car, but a person!
Sixty kilometers in one hour, one kilometer in one minute, and one hundred meters in six seconds, not even the flying people are so fast, and the two of them kept moving forward at the same speed, at least running for more than one kilometer.
"Follow me." Yang Sen said.
The speed of six seconds per 100 meters is acceptable if it is only a few hundred meters or a few hundred meters, even if it has already broken the world record.
But running at the same speed for several kilometers, or even running all the way to the villa, would be terrible.
This shows that the speed of the opponent's explosion is much higher than this speed, and may reach 100 meters in three seconds, or even two seconds, one second.
This speed is terrifying.
Is this the strength of the soldiers in that cave? Even if it is an elite soldier, this kind of strength is too terrifying.
Yang Sen knew from the very beginning that the opponent was a soldier, after all, he could recognize the battle-hardened aura at a glance. It's just that I don't know what level of soldier the opponent is.
He has observed these people with detectors, and the power contained in their bodies is about the level of thirty or forty domestic elite special forces, with a value of one thousand to one thousand three, almost like a shrunken Hulk.
At this moment, it seems that there is no shortcoming in terms of speed.
Fighting against an enemy of this speed in difficult terrain is simply disaster.
You can come to you from a hundred meters away in a second or two. Unless you distance yourself in an open place, your opponent will not be able to react. In places with complex environments such as cities, the distance is often only tens of meters, tens of meters, or even a few meters.
It can be said that before you can react, the opponent has already arrived at your side and punched you to death. These people don't even need weapons, their bodies are extremely powerful weapons.
No wonder those two people were never caught in the Southern Dynasty, and the two who followed them found them in the end.
No wonder those agents died in a short time.
So here comes the question... what happened to the bullet holes in their bodies at the time? He didn't think that at such a short distance, those agents could injure so many people, even if they were fully armed and holding weapons.
Yang Sen was hanging far behind those two people in the car. Occasionally, there were vehicles passing by along the way, and the driver was confused. These two people carried a white steel flagpole and ran faster than the car!
When Yang Sen arrived outside the villa, the flagpoles inside were erected.
On the ground in the middle of the villa, the two put the flagpole into the ground, and it went straight into the ground for more than two meters.
Yang Sen was also sure that those people were indeed able to travel long distances at this speed. From the hotel to here, at least five or six kilometers, the speed of the two of them did not decrease at all, and it seemed that they still had room to spare.
But immediately he didn't have time to think about it, but was attracted by the situation in the yard.
Ren Baqian stood there with more than a dozen people, and a big man tied up was being tied to a rope on the flagpole.
Behind everyone was Qi Zixiao in red, standing there with his arms folded and a cold expression on his face.
Surrounded by members of the M87 department who stayed here were watching.
"Raise the flag!" Ren Baqian said standing in front of a dozen people.
Then came a burst of familiar music.
"Arise, hungry and cold slaves
Arise, sufferers all over the world
My blood is already boiling, and I want to fight for the truth.
The old world is broken, and the slaves rise up.
Don't say we have nothing, we want to be the masters of the world... "
"Damn it!" Everyone in the M87 department who was watching was startled when they heard the music. What is this for
Internationale? Or the Tang Dynasty band version
"Flag raising, what are you waiting for? Raise slowly, with a sense of ceremony and dignity!" Ren Baqian said to the woman wearing baggy jeans and a white shirt under the flagpole.
"Learn from me, salute."
brush!
A dozen or so people imitated Ren Baqian and raised their arms, pointing their palms at their temples, looking gloatingly at the big man who was tied up with five flowers and stuffed with a wooden ball in his mouth, rising up with the sound of the music... floating with the wind... fluttering in the wind...
"Fuck!" Everyone in the M87 department was even more shocked, can they still play like this? They all want to call 666.
Yang Sen almost sprayed in the distance, what are you doing
I ran to the hotel at the foot of the mountain to grab two flagpoles, scaring away all the eyeballs, just to raise a flag... It's a personal promotion...
"The ceremony is over." Ren Baqian took his hand away.
People behind him put down their hands sparsely. Many people thought it was fun, and raised their hands again, put them down, lifted them up, and put them down.
"Mr. Ren, are you...?" Yang Sen stepped forward and asked quickly.
"Let him fly for a while!" Ren Baqian turned to look at Xu Wei who was tied up on the flagpole and said, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation: "Go in and talk."