Chapter 356: Long time no see

(Don’t ask me for seeds. The effect is very poor. The most important thing is that it is pirated. I bow my head and admit my mistake with tears. Please read this chapter I wrote with great care. No battle, emotion, and very serious.)

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Before his identity was exposed and forced to flee, the imperial prince Xu Le led seven groups like countless rough stones, attacking everywhere in a cold and powerful way, crushing many big figures and causing constant nightmares.

So after he fled, the federal government kept a close eye on the first seven groups of players, whether they were on the front line or had been discharged from the army.

However, as time goes by, the past is gradually becoming more and the government's surveillance has become much more relaxed. For example, Liu Jiao, who drives a taxi in Hong Kong, always needs to be seen for more than ten days in the past year before he can see the FBI's black SUV.

Until one morning, he received a business card. It was from that day that he refused to carry it everywhere and found that the transportation department was not causing trouble for him, but there was always a black SUV behind the taxi.

He knew why this was - the federal government knew that the boss was back and speculated that he might contact these seven former team members, so he strengthened the surveillance.

Liu Jiao allowed the FBI agents to follow him, not nervous, not excited, not resist, and remained calm and silent. Then, at the moment he received the order of action, he laughed slightly at the FBI agents in the black RV across the street as usual.

The FBI agent in the RV was chewing the bread slices without any taste. He followed the taxi driver these days and found nothing unusual. Several people felt a little tired, bored and bored. Seeing the taxi driver's hateful smile, he couldn't help but curse a few words.

At this moment, Liu Jiao in the taxi suddenly had a serious expression. He stepped on his right foot to the bottom, and his right hand seemed to be playing with magic blocks, and he instantly rose to three levels in a row.

Amid the sharp tire friction, the yellow taxi suddenly accelerated and crashed into the black SV!

Howling fiercely! A dilapidated yellow taxi rushed over, and on the not-so-spacious street, it drove an irresistible armored vehicle. How did the driver do it?

The FBI agents on the black SV, looking at the whistling yellow taxi, had forgotten how they should react, or even if they remembered the training content in the school, they had no time to react. They opened their mouths, revealing a piece of breadcrumbs and synthetic meat melted inside, silently announcing their horror.

The two cars collided and made a loud bang!

The hood of the black SV car deformed and cracked, and bounced into the sky with a sneer. All the airbags in the car were opened, like the offspring of the huge inflatable condom, squeezed several agents in the middle and could not move at all. They could only see their faces that were overwhelmed and somewhat confused, as well as the coffee juice flowing from the white airbags.

I don't know how long it took, the FBI agents finally cut through the airbag and struggled to get out of the deformed car window. However, at this time, there was no trace of Liu Jiao except the yellow taxi with black smoke and two clear black tire marks on the street.

An agent stood next to the yellow taxi and pulled the buttons of his shirt in despair. He could not understand why the worn-out taxi did not undergo serious deformation after such a violent collision. It felt stronger than the black SV specially made in the game.

He held the pistol and looked helplessly at the empty streets, turned around and kicked the yellow taxi angrily, but almost fell to the ground in pain.

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In a block in the capital of Qixia Prefecture, the rolling shutter door of the cake shop was half-dead, and it was cleaning inside. The staff tucked into the kitchen tactfully, leaving the store area to the small boss and the female clerk who likes to blush.

Shi Hang packed a box of freshly baked fruit cakes and stuffed them into an extremely heavy marching backpack. Then he glanced at the email on his phone, then looked at the female clerk who was bent over and wiping the counter, and couldn't help but smile.

With a light bang, he slapped the young female clerk's raised buttocks, raised his eyebrows and said, "Dear, I'm leaving."

The young and beautiful female clerk was suddenly attacked and turned around in surprise. She subconsciously protected her buttocks with a rag, looked at him with a grievance and shyness and said, "Boss... you're too much."

The frivolous expression on Shi Hang's face gradually faded away. He looked at her quietly, and suddenly hugged her in his arms, lowered his head and gave the most enthusiastic and serious kiss.

After a long time, the two of them slowly separated. The young female clerk, who was mixed with fear and confusion, held a rag to protect her chest, looked at him in a daze, feeling that she seemed to be yelling harshly, but why couldn't she make a sound?

Shi Hang lowered his head and kissed her hard on the lips again, then said in a slight silence: "We will get married when I come back this time."

The rolling shutter door slowly rose, and the cold wind of winter blew in. Shi Hang, who was carrying a marching backpack, was gone. The young female clerk stared at the door in a daze, feeling a little confused about what had happened before. Her hot cheeks, which could not cool down, reminded her that the hateful guy had done something just now and said something hateful and insincere.

After a while, she subconsciously turned around and continued to wipe the table. Her shy peach blossoms covered her delicate face and laughed foolishly from time to time.

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"Manager, is the schedule of the Galaxy Warring States Period really going to be reduced? It's the war period, and this kind of film is very popular."

"So what about being popular? I don't like it."

"Hello, manager."

“If you spray less perfume, my sense of smell will be much better.”

"Hello, manager."

"The frontline warrior is bleeding, what am I good about?"

Jiang Jin, the young boss of Nankezhou Cinema Chain, walked in the corridor without expression under the awe of his subordinates, and made cold responses from time to time. The proud young man looked like an adult.

At the end of the corridor was the cleaning room. He pushed the door open and looked at the middle-aged cleaner behind the two marching backpacks. His pride and indifference disappeared without a trace, and he quickly changed to humility and even flattery.

"Master, I'm ready."

The middle-aged cleaner stood up, frowned and looked at him, scolding without hesitation: "Wear a fucking silk cloth, is that ready?"

"Oh." Jiang Jin took off his precious formal outfit without hesitation, then took a cleaner's uniform from behind the door and put it on his body.

The middle-aged cleaner raised his marching backpack with expressionless expression and said, "Remember, from the moment we walk out of the back door, we will start fighting."

Jiang Jin stood attentively and saluted, then put on another marching backpack, took out the pistol from his waist and loaded it in a skewed manner.

The back door of the cinema opened and the two walked out silently.

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A large federal pharmaceutical company is convening an interim emergency board meeting to study what measures should be taken to protect its own interests in the face of the military's first aid drug support.

The young chairman sat in a wide chair called imitation leather, which was actually genuine leather, staring at the lead clouds and snowflakes outside the window, as if he was not listening seriously at all.

Suddenly he stood up, and in the shocked eyes of the directors, he spread his arms and smiled with self-deprecatingly, without explaining anything, and walked out of the conference room.

"Auntie Doris, please hide it from me."

At the table outside the door, she whispered a few words to the female secretary in her fifties and kissed her on the cheek. The young chairman smiled and took a marching backpack that had obviously been prepared for a long time, and entered the underground parking lot through a special elevator.

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Some people used the yellow taxi they made for their living to knock out a long-lost marching path, while others temporarily left the cake shop and the beautiful girl for more important things and were sure to come back.

Some people set out with their master to clean the room, some people finally made up their minds to interrupt the important board meeting, and some people flipped up on the beach chair in the south, and there was no more girl with hot blue sky and white clouds in their eyes.

Someone walked out from behind an ordinary apartment in the capital, and the shadows and snowflakes on the brim of the hat covered the face that was too delicate and feminine.

The feminine and quiet eyebrows and eyes were gradually relieved of the coldness and sharpness, so they needed to cover it up. He took out the cigarette box with the indentation of the clothes rack from his arms, lit a Sanqi brand cigarette, took a sip, looked at the federal officials who were anxious fifty meters across the street, and chose another direction to leave.

Deep in the side alley behind him, seven or eight small-eyed special forces team members fell into a coma and lay in a mess, not knowing life and death.

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Chundu is the most prefecture from Philadelphia. The city is not small. Because it has strange mountains, countless lakes like lenses, and temperate and beautiful climate, it is a paradise for countless outdoor enthusiasts.

Especially in the middle of winter, many federal people living in the northern hemisphere were forced by the severe cold from Linhai Prefecture and joined the army of outdoor enthusiasts, bringing a steady stream of people to the city.

The city was also very lively on this day, and seven subway routes were continuously transported to all directions by tourists who came here through various means of transportation.

Many young middle-aged people carrying heavy marching backpacks came to this city one after another. They were mixed in the tourist team, and it was difficult to attract the attention of spring city where they were accustomed to huge backpacks and self-abuse.

If someone observes carefully, they may notice some details.

The marching backpacks with very similar styles on these people have been old and have been through many years of smoke and frost. The corners have been worn out and even the surface has gradually broken, but they are still strong and durable.

These people are as agile as top outdoor athletes, but they have a more calm, strong and stoic aura, just like the backpack behind them.

Jiang Jin and his master stood at the end of the carriage on Line 4 of Metro, listening to the sound of rails outside the window, looking at the advertising slogans flowing with light, silent, without talking or responding to the conversation of a female backpacker.

The subway enters the terminal.

After all the few passengers got off the bus, Jiang Jin and the others lowered their heads, using dim lights to cover them, avoided the surveillance heads that might have failed, walked through the simple wooden ladder in the tool room, and walked down the platform.

After walking along the dark subway passage for unknown length, Jiang Jin glanced at the coordinate display on the military watch and nodded to the master.

There was a dark repair passage in the left hand direction. The two of them easily climbed up. Looking at the rusty iron door that seemed to have not been opened for many years, Jiang Jin breathed calmly and raised his hand and knocked six times.

Tak, Tak, Tak, Tak.

The other end of the rusty iron door was silent and silent, and no one could be noticed. However, just after Jiang Jin knocked on the door with a specific frequency, a low question suddenly sounded inside the door: "Command."

Jiang Jin raised his eyebrows, cursed impatiently, turned to look at the master and asked distressedly, "I have been discharged from the army for two years, what is the password now."

His master couldn't help frowning when he heard Jiang Jin's problem, and scolded in a low voice: "I have been discharged from the army for two years, who knows?"

Suddenly, he growled at the rusty iron gate and said in a cold voice: "Shan Cannon, you bitch, I am Hu Zonghua, please open the door for me."

The iron door opened in response to the sound.

Under the dim light, Shanpao looked at the angry face of the middle-aged man with awkward face and said, "Hehe, I said Lao Hu, can I hear my voice?"

The seventh group is different from the general federal troops and those mercenaries. The class division here is simple and clear. It is not about military ranks, military achievements, or profitability or background. It is about whoever joins the seventh group earlier will be respected the older he or she will be.

Of course, this does not include Xu Le.

There are less than six of the oldest team members in the seven groups who are still alive, and Hu Zonghua is one of them, so he is Jiang Jin's master, so in front of him, the irritable Shan Cannon is as obedient as a little white rabbit.

"***, who are you talking about? You respect my master."

Jiang Jin took the master's heavy backpack and squeezed into the iron gate.

Shan Pao looked at him and said in shock: "Jinzi, why are you here too? I heard that you opened a pornographic cinema in Nankezhou and are doing well."
To be continued...