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Chapter 420 May I ask who you are?(1/6)

The old residential building faces the window towards Pudong. A high-power telescope is watching the wonder that happened across the river. It is a thin figure floating in the air. After every wave of his arms, one edge of the Jinmao Building fell from its body. "What did you see?"

In the dark room, the gentle man wearing glasses asked softly. "Someone is cutting down the Jinmao Building..." The short buzz cut holding the telescope replied in surprise, "And, that person has been flying in the air."

The gentleman swallowed his saliva and thought about the scene as his teammate said. After a moment, he gave up, it was hard to imagine and understand. "Is it the Dog Alliance? Or?"

The short-inch man did not answer, and all his attention was focused on the scene aimed at the telescope. The gentleman pouted with a little depressed feeling. He had poor eyesight and the two had different divisions of labor, otherwise they would definitely try to take a look. Slowly, the short-inch man put down the telescope and pulled the curtains tightly. He looked at his companion with a blank expression. "Is it a member of the Dog Alliance?"

Swenman asked again. This time, his tone was much more serious because he wanted to record the events in Shencheng and convey the information to the headquarters. They were members of the special affairs bureau who were still lurking in the city. The short-inch man shook his head, "It's impossible to be sure, but the Dog Alliance has no reason to do this, and unless the particle cannon is used, no one of them can do it."

"The people from the Dog Alliance have been in chaos since last night. They always feel that something big has happened, but they have not received any news of a counterattack."

The gentleman gently tapped his forehead with his fist and thought hard. "Or contact us? Report what happened just now and ask if there is any military operation?"

The short-sized man asked. "Every time you conduct a communication, there are risks. I do not recommend using it until you get valuable information."

The gentleman in charge of communication rejected his companion's suggestion. "A man can fly and cut off the Jinmao Building. Isn't that valuable? If it is an enemy, then everyone can be careful. If it is not an enemy, the superiors can try to absorb him. I think it is of great value."

The short-inch man has a firm attitude. After all, he saw it with his own eyes and was completely shocked. The gentleman was hesitant. His closest comrades didn't feel it, but used it to think it. This shows that he made up his mind. After careful consideration, it makes sense. Moreover, based on the chaos of the scrambles of the peddlers last night to the present, it can be speculated that they should not be tracing the source of communication, but dealing with more difficult emergencies. Maybe it's related to this person. He nodded and

Take a picture on the wall, lift up the wallpaper, pull out the wall tiles, reach into the wall, and take out a small box wrapped in aluminum foil. Inside is a communication device, a router-sized box and a wired headset. This equipment that has long been eliminated has played a key role in wartime. Put on the headset, the gentleman glanced at his companion, took a deep breath after confirming his eyes, turned on the power switch, and waited for the equipment to warm up for a while. "I am bitter gourd, and there is a situation report."

When a small green light lit up, the gentleman immediately said in a low voice. "I am sweet potato, I am sweet potato! Bitter melon, report it after the situation. Now there is an emergency task that requires you to help you immediately!"

An urgent and unquestionable voice came from the other end of the communication equipment. The two people in the house looked at each other and felt unusual. Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet Sites Online Contact Personnel. When they were in the Special Affairs Bureau's Special Work Works Seminar, Sweet Sweet Sweet Sites were their class monitor and instructor. They were definitely a person who collapsed in front of the mountain without any confusion. But today, you could clearly notice something wrong with the other party. "Please instruct and ensure that the task is completed!"

Although I was not able to report on the situation of the person just now and was a little unwilling to accept it, the Special Affairs Bureau must have a more important task. "Contact the pesticide immediately and go to 121, 3, 2; 193, 4, 15; 95, 1, 12; 85, 11, 2 to determine the situation. And understand the current situation in the vegetable field and the trends of the pests as much as possible! Report it immediately after understanding it! It's over!"

Sweet potato speaks very fast. At the same time, the gentleman turned off the equipment. He looked at the watch and it only took 24 seconds to communicate. As long as there were no agents nearby, there should be no big problems. The short-inch man behind him flipped a book page and found the four words through the pages, lines, and text order. Because of the lack of high-tech equipment, the Special Affairs Bureau adopted a relatively primitive password transmission method for some hidden information. "Fuxing Park?"



The man looked solemn



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The cold middle-aged man appears in the lonely Xiaose

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To be continued...
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