I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

The bells on the streets are dominated by red and blue lights that illuminate the night sky in the city. In the shadow of the red wine, a black shadow is flying fast, running through the dark alley like a black hole. After the black shadow, the gray coat rose against the wind, and the general staff of the General Staff followed suit.

******** Tightly held in the hand, Miao Jun’s gaze locked the sound and shadow, adjusting the breathing with the rhythm of running. The other side's running speed was very fast, and he did not report his position to the free. But it doesn't matter. The cell phone in his pocket is always open. As long as the person is not lost, it is sooner or later that the support of the General Staff is coming to catch the person.

However, this person's foot strength is also really strong, the more the chasing the Miao army is secretly scared. In the General Staff, his strength is already very good, but after chasing it for a long time, the person who ran ahead was not in a state of physical exhaustion. Instead, he has already begun to feel a little unstable.

If you go on like this, you will lose it sooner or later.

The situation is urgent and no discipline has been taken.

Thinking about it, biting his teeth, Miao Jun’s fingers opened the insurance, turned a 90-degree corner in the alley, and immediately lifted the muzzle to buckle the trigger.

Three shots echoed in the alley, and he noticed that a bullet hit the man's back.

Hit by the bullet, the shadow was obviously awkward, and then turned into the dead end of the side.

Upon seeing it, Miao Jun immediately chased it and turned into a dead end, pointing the gun at the injured person and shouting.

"Don't move! You have been arrested."

I don't know if I heard the call of Miao Jun. The man hooked his back against Miao Jun and there was no movement in his body. However, the sullen laughter that came from under the black clothes made him shudder.

A cold sweat was swept in front of the forehead, and the instinct of the creature insulted with the spit, and the Miao army kept moving forward with a pistol.

But just as he walked to a distance of only 10 meters, he stopped.

Because of the bright moonlight, he noticed that the man was not infected with blood after half a minute.

"Oh? Mr. Police, why don't you stay close?"

The voice was half-baked. Realizing that something was wrong, Miao Jun decisively pulled the trigger.

boom!

The fire shone in the dark alleys, and the bullets only scratched the dark shadows, and the safe distance of ten meters was pulled to the limit. Under the shadow of the shadow, the swaying white blade stabbed the Miao army.

The crisp iron chorus echoed in the alley, and the colliding dagger even took Mars.

Restricting the pain of the tiger's mouth, the more he fights, the more shocked Miao Jun is. The melee ability of this person in front of him is undoubtedly above him, and it is obviously not a wrong decision to rush close.

Agents who saw the General Staff were gradually unable to stand up. The man’s mouth opened a smirk.

"Dead, before dawn."

The word of the mouth is unclear, and another white blade is drawn from the shadow. The dagger was placed on the side of the body, and Miao Jun’s pupil tightened and watched as the sharp blade stabbed his chest.

boom!

The blood splashed, the dagger fell from the hand, and the man fell and fell backwards.

The dagger that stabbed the chest only cut the side ribs of the Miao army. Although it caused a lot of bleeding, it did not cause fatal damage to him. I did not know where to shoot the bullet and saved him.

no doubt. That is a sniper rifle!

As the wound fell to the trash can of the roadway, Miao Jun saw a scene of incredulity with a sly view.

I saw that the man who was hit by the sniper rifle struggled to climb from the ground, and the blood ran down the wound.

He was the first to see that someone could climb from the ground after smashing the sniper rifle.

At the top of the building, one kilometer away, Aisha, lying on the ground, locked the street through the crosshairs. Although she could not continue to aim at the person because of the obstruction. But from the shadow of the shaking, the man should not die.

"Hitting the target... failed to kill."

Can the ghost sniper rifle hit the chest and survive? Seeing this unusual scene, she instinctively felt a bit unusual from that person.

now. Sitting in the hotel toilet cubicle, Jiang Chen slightly frowned. After the attack, he handled the guardian who asked him about the West. He excused himself to go to the bathroom.

"Failed to kill?"

"Exactly. Confirm that the bullet runs through the target body, but the target life information has not disappeared... The target begins to move."

"Catch him. Before the people of the General Staff seized him." Jiang Chen said softly.

"Understood." Aisha took a deep breath and climbed up from the ground with a sniper rifle.

"Wait, let the ghost agents shoot, you come back."

As the secretary of Jiang Chen, in various senses, it is easy to cause unnecessary doubts after disappearing for too long. When the attack occurred. Jiang Chen made it easy for the ghost agent who was lurking in Shangjing City to get in touch. According to the coordinates of Aisha's report, the ghost agent should have reached the target area at this moment.

Under the tracking of the Hummingbird drone, the assassin's associate could not escape the eyes of the ghost agent.

Why did he survive when he was shot and worn? Jiang Chen always felt a little concerned. What's more, he also needs to take a living and figure out who actually planned the attack.

Hanging up the phone, Jiang Chen got up from the toilet. He has been in the toilet for some time, and there are still many people and things waiting for him to cope. This happened at the Welcome Hotel, and whether this diplomatic visit can continue is a problem.

The cleaning staff were killed, the security guards at the entrance to the corridor were killed, and the attackers holding the bombs ringed the door of the representatives of the entrepreneurs of the new country.

It’s not just him who lives here. Other businessmen from New China who travel to China are also here. It’s not easy to suppress such a big thing. Many people woke up from their sleep and began to ask the security guards of the hotel what happened. Zhang Yaping is negotiating with Chinese diplomats to urge the local police to severely punish the murderer...

If you can catch it.

As Jiang Chen expected, as soon as he left the bathroom, several officials who apparently had just gotten out of bed came to him. Asked him about the details of the attack, and patted his chest to ensure that he would use the police force of the city to fully capture the murderer, and be sure to give him an account.

Then, find Jiang Chen’s only to leave Liu Haotian. Although he is only a receptionist of the Protocol Department, the respect of Liu’s status in the political arena of China is indeed unusual from the respect of other officials.

"Is it hurt?"

"Life is big, and when the explosion happens, I hide in the toilet."

I didn’t see the fear of the rest of my life from Jiang Chen’s face. Liu Haotian looked at him eccentrically.

"I am relieved to confirm that you are fine. If you have any requirements, call me."

"I don't have any requirements, I just hope that you can give me an explanation." Jiang Chen looked directly at Liu Haotian's eyes and said unceremoniously.

"The attack may have been planned by the outside world. The intention is to destroy the two countries."

"I don't want to hear these words. You can put them in the news."

"Then your proposal is?" Furious frowning on Jiang Chen's step by step, Liu Haotian asked quietly.

With a slight smile, Jiang Chen lowered his voice.

"On this incident, the new country can be kept secret."

Liu Haotian stunned and watched Jiang Chen with vigilance.

"What is your condition?"

"There is no condition." Jiang Chen smiled and spread his hand. "We all hope that this visit will be carried out to the end perfectly. Isn't it?"

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