Yan Jiucheng's face turned dark after hearing the conversation between Huitong from the tracker.

\tIn order to prevent Gray Pupil from discovering the tracker, he deliberately did not bounce the tracker onto this experienced woman, and chose to install it in a very chaotic time.

\tRealistically speaking, in such an environment, a tracker that self-destructs after only working for fifteen hours is difficult to detect.

\tBut ‘it’ is not ‘absolutely not’.

\tYan Jiuzheng also considered this.

\tWhat if you find it?

\tIf you find it, then you can only blame the Nighthawks. You must find one or two Nighthawks in the shortest time, kill him, and put the rest of the tracker into his pocket.

\tAlthough this is very risky, after all, you don’t know which one is the Nighthawk, and there are no companions not far from this person, and they will also have things like walkie-talkies on their bodies. Did he be exposed to the surveillance of the Nighthawk organization when he had a hand?

\tEven, the Nighthawk Organization is related to other black organizations, and must be extremely knowledgeable about underground passages. Is it a sight to create important levels?

\tAny of these is enough to make Yan Jiucheng die, and these are very likely to happen.

\tNo risk, the whole operation fails.

\tThis is not a question of whether it is worth a bet, it is a question of having to bet.

\t Within a few seconds after Huitong discovered the tracker, Yan Jiucheng had already made a decision. But he had just planned to order Xuan Lin to give the position of the Nighthawk sniper who was against Gu Miqing, and heard a bang from Huitong.

\t is gunshot, sniper i shooting gun.

\t Hearing the gunshot, Yan Jiucheng felt that his hair seemed to explode. His eyes immediately looked at the window and looked at the green trees in the distance.

\t "Gu Miqing, you fool!!" Yan Jiucheng shouted in his heart. He naturally understood why Gu Miqing did this, but she found a better and faster way: destroy the gray pupil and seal the secret with death.

\t But before Yan Jiuzheng's order was sent out, he heard a bang of gunshot again.

\tIt's over...it's over!

\tYan Jiucheng was like a trapped beast who was beaten by the head, and he was trembling all over the room.

\tGu Miqing killed another one, and this person was obviously the one wearing a tracker.

\tAlthough the tracker's effect is quite noisy under the signal blocking, Yan Jiuzheng could hear it clearly. This is the sound of death, the sound of gray pupil death, and the sound of Gu Miqing summoning the god of death.

\tPress the button to send the command, Yan Jiucheng felt a sense of despair: the command could not be sent, and the other party had blocked the message.

\tThis means that Gu Miqing destroyed the watch, and the most important watch that communicates with them, destroys the internal functions of the watch, and turns it into an ordinary watch.

\t "Everyone remember that this watch is our life. We cannot completely destroy the watch unless it is absolutely necessary. Because as long as it is there, we can position it in your position to facilitate rescue or..." Gu Miqing paused, with a little sad expression: "Or come back in the body."

\tEven if the enemy holds this watch, it is extremely difficult to decipher. Many people will find traces of spies before death, so they cannot be destroyed unless they have to.

\t "However, there is a situation that must be destroyed." Gu Miqing's hand knocked heavily on the blackboard: "When your death is not haunted by spies, and the entire team will be exposed, it must be destroyed immediately. When it is destroyed, you must be prepared for sacrifice, and you should immediately disfigure and bite your teeth and poison."

\tYan Jiucheng's hands were trembling, he pressed the sending command frantically, while what appeared on the screen was: no response.

\t"Teacher." Xuan Lin's voice came over. The micro-mill hidden in his ears. Xuan Lin's voice seemed particularly weak and sad, with a hint of crying: "No. 021 lost contact."

\tFar from afar, I heard a burst of dense gunfire from the other side of the mountain.

\tI heard a few more explosions.

\t Yan Jiucheng suddenly collapsed on the ground. He wanted to try to stand up several times, but he couldn't stand up.

\tHe knew that he had to continue completing the task and had to complete it, but he couldn't stand up, his legs were shaking wildly, his hands were shaking wildly, and his teeth could not control his crazily as if he was so cold.

\tBang!

\tHe slapped himself, trying not to hit his teeth so violently.

\t Yes, it cannot be done.

\tThe huge sadness swept through Yan Jiucheng, which was a sadness that he had never experienced and could not bear.

\t "Yan Jiucheng's biggest weakness is that he has never been in love. It is very likely that a frustration in love will make him lose his rationality and even his ability to act." The old man's comments are vivid in his mind.

\tAt that time, Yan Jiuzheng just laughed in his heart, thinking, isn’t it just a broken heart? Is it still causing me to lose my power of action?

\tBut this is more than just frustration?

\tGu Miqing's life...

\tAt this time, Yan Jiucheng completely lost his power of action. He couldn't even control his own teeth. How could he talk about setting up a formation or killing the enemy?

\t "Boss, I got into the manure truck in the car wash room. This manure truck was going to drive out. Am I retreating?" Lao Dian's question appeared on his watch.

\t "Boss, I monitored it at the bottom of the mountain, and the general orientation of the Nighthawk Blocker has been determined."

\t "Boss, I'm in the stool truck. Should I go out now? Please reply!"

\t"Head, so the tracker's time limit has expired, request a reply."

\t Yan Jiuzheng looked at the scrolling messages on the phone screen, every message was waiting for his order, and tears were rolling in his eyes, because so many messages were not sent by Gu Miqing.

"Hello, I am Gu Miqing. When necessary, I will protect you with my life."

Yan Jiucheng's mind echoed repeatedly what she said when she first met Gu Miqing. When she said this, she stretched out her hand and approached her.

A faint fragrance came over.

Yan Jiucheng stretched out his hand and held the hand of the beautiful woman in front of him. He was secretly happy deep down. He had never touched such a beautiful girl's hand and took a big advantage.

Oh no, I have never seen such a beautiful girl who has taken advantage of her.

This mentality of taking advantage made Yan Jiuzheng not take what she said at that time.

Yan Jiucheng spread his hands and tried to feel the feeling of holding Gu Miqing's hand in the past, but when he spread his hands, it was covered in blood, and the surroundings were the smell of blood gushing out of the mouth of the dead man next to him.

There is no gentleness of the palm of your hand, no fragrance of Gu Miqing.

This bloody energy pulled Yan Jiucheng back to the battlefield. He seemed to suddenly wake up, stood up tremblingly with the wall, and the sun shone on him.

The sun is so beautiful, Yan Jiucheng is full of blood and killing.

"She is not dead, she is definitely not dead!" Yan Jiucheng clenched his fists tightly: "Even if he dies, he will die to see the corpse! No, it is impossible to die!"

Yan Jiucheng regained his body. Although his hands were still shaking, it was not shaking uncontrollably, but shaking full of revenge.

The eyes were cold.

"You go out first, disguise yourself as a reporter, and go to the foot of the mountain to welcome Gu Miqing. Remember, don't go to the mountain rashly and wait for me to go with you."

"I have seen the positioning, and I will help Lao Dian retrieve the surveillance monitor immediately."

After the order was finished, Yan Jiucheng put his ear on the door, listened, and then opened the door decisively and went out. He jumped wildly in the aisle with a gun, heading towards the direction of gray pupils.

It was not far away, but in just one minute it ran to the vicinity of Gray Pupil. From a distance, I saw two members of the black organization running towards me. I guess I heard the gunshots here coming to support me.

They saw the gray pupils lying on the ground, and seemed extremely shocked, and raised their guns in panic.

Yan Jiuzheng did not stop or hide, but accelerated his pace more and more, lifting up the gun that had just been seized from the dead, full of bullets.

The people saw Yan Jiucheng rushing over, but did not notice anything was wrong with him. They thought they were members of other black organizations and shouted loudly: "Come on! Gray Eyes seem... "

A murderous intent flashed in Yan Jiucheng's eyes.

Then, all he could hear was his guns rushing.

The machine gun without a sound-removing device is deafening and echoing throughout the villa area.

The two of them were shot countless times and fell into a pool of blood.

"Someone shot over there!"

"Gray Eyes!"

Such a clear sound of gunfight attracted the surrounding members of the black organization and the gray-eyed companions. Yan Jiuzheng heard a sound of footsteps, which came just twenty or thirty meters away from him, and it seemed particularly obvious in the narrow and long underground passage.

Yan Jiucheng's steps did not stop at all, nor did he dodge at all.

He still ran towards Gray Tong without hesitation. When he ran to the nearby area, he looked at the woman who was shot on the head with hatred. Then he picked up the machine gun and shot more than a dozen times on the two men.

Twist...

These gunfires made the people around them more confirm that Gray Eye was attacked. Their footsteps suddenly became lighter. As long as the footsteps were light, it was inferred that they were nearby and were forming an encirclement.

Yan Jiucheng bent down and stuffed the remaining trackers into the pockets of one of the members of the black organization. Then he did not escape, but calmly raised his wrist to confirm the positioning.

Turning around again, I saw members of the black organization who were half bent down and holding a gun not far away.

"Hmph." Yan Jiucheng sneered, his teeth almost bitten off. The hatred grew like a devil, making Yan Jiucheng's eyes red.

Killing eyes red.

He took out something like an egg-sized ping-pong ball in his backpack.

With a press, he threw it directly towards the man.

There was only a loud bang...

The entire passage was trembling.

One leg and several arms were blown away.

[I'm here in Beijing today, and tomorrow the 17k annual meeting on the 23rd. I hope everyone can reward more red envelopes and help me get into the top ten... Hehe, is there any signs like this? Let's know that there are so many men behind me, Lao Jing!]
Chapter completed!