Although Ling Jie asked Zhao Beijia to bring out the fruits and tea leaves sent by Wang Meng, there was another meaning that everyone thought of, that is: there must be something wrong with the fruits and tea leaves he sent, and maybe it would be another horror.
The beginning of the conspiracy...
Zhao Beijia obviously guessed this, her whole body started to tremble, and her face turned extremely red whether because of nervousness or worry. Ling Jie asked, "What's wrong? You ate that fruit?"
Zhao Beijia nodded, "Teacher Wang Meng knows that I like to eat bananas the most, but during the day when I was at school, my mother ate all the two bags of bananas he gave me. What should I do? Will anything happen to me?"
Ling Jie didn't expect it to be like this, "What about the can of tea he sent?"
Zhao Beijia didn't dare to look up into Ling Jie's eyes. At this moment, she was like a child who had made a mistake. She didn't dare to face the eyes of an adult for fear of being scolded. "I, I, Teacher Wang Meng told me again and again that this can of tea comes from
Brought back from Dali, Yunnan
The tea is of the highest quality. There are very few teas like this nowadays. If my father receives it, he will definitely like it. I believed it and went to the post office to express it to my father in the afternoon... Well, that tea, no, no, there is no problem.
Bar……"
Ling Jie didn't speak. He sat down and rubbed his forehead with his hands. After a while, he raised his head and suddenly saw a bag of banana peels on the coffee table. Ling Jie suddenly thought of something and picked up a piece of banana peel.
After smelling it, he finally said, "arsenic..."
Ling Jie was stunned for a moment, then stood up and hurriedly walked to the door of Li Li's room. Zhao Beijia followed suit. Ling Jie said, "Is this where your mother lives?"
Zhao Beijia nodded, Ling Jie took a deep breath, and knocked slowly on the door, but there was no answer. Zhao Beijia seemed to have a bad premonition, and suddenly cried and knocked on the door, but there was still no response. Ling Jie pulled her away.
After reaching behind him, he opened the door and saw the scene inside. Zhao Beijia burst into tears on the spot...
"Mom, Mom... what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you..." Zhao Beijia shook the mother who was lying on the bed vigorously. Li Li's eyes were deathly white, and her whole skin turned deathly gray, not even a trace of
There was no blood, and she could not feel the slightest warmth when her hands touched her skin. She would never wake up, even if she was a good mother who warmly greeted Ling Jie an hour ago...
She is Zhao Beijia's good mother. She was once a highly educated graduate of Zhejiang University. Later, she met Zhao Junhui at a cocktail party. In the process of getting along, she clearly knew that Zhao Junhui was an Interpol police officer. He knew how to be the wife of an Interpol police officer.
, this day is probably doomed to loneliness and loneliness, and the husband is doomed
It was rare to go home several times a year. However, she knew all this, but still chose to be with Zhao Junhui. In more than twenty years of life, she had been trying to be a good wife and a good mother, but in the end, she failed
Or was it because of my husband that he was ruthlessly abandoned by this world? Everything happened so suddenly...
In this world, there were not many women who were willing to sacrifice so much for love, but now there is one missing, one missing person whom Ling Jie admires very much. Ling Jie also realized that what was supposed to come has finally come.
He seemed to understand why Qianlong was asked to take action on this mission.
Ling Jie held the hot tea in his hand and looked at the steam rising up and filling his vision. Zhao Beijia's heart-rending screams filled the room. He sat alone on the sofa in the hall for a long time.
After a long time, he sighed, and the cold air he exhaled mixed with the hot air rising from the teacup.
Together, they floated slowly in the cold hall. He looked at the pendulum clock on the wall. It was already eleven twenty-seven. Time passed quickly, and all this happened even faster. Originally, those
Things that seemed very far away actually came at a moment's notice, and came to me without even realizing it...
Ling Jie took a deep breath: Ruoli, you went to Las Vegas, remember to take care of yourself. Maybe this is also to protect you. One day I will definitely find you after completing my mission.
He turned off all the lights in the room and closed all the curtains. Then he used a telescope found in Zhao Junhui's room to look around through the gap between the curtains. He did not think that those terrorists would just forget about it. Wang Meng was just sending things.
After one move, they must have arranged a second move and a third move...
In the middle of the night, although the light was very dim, through the telescope and Ling Jie's extraordinary eyesight, he could still barely see something. Most of the lights on the surrounding floors were extinguished, and all Ling Jie saw was some darkness.
The dark balcony, but looking around, Ling Jie himself
They were all shocked. There were at least three people hiding on the hidden balconies, and they were all pointing something like a chopstick towards Zhao Beijia's room. They were well hidden, and Ling Jie couldn't see clearly. At most, they could only
You can see three small wooden pieces like chopsticks pointing towards you...
With Ling Jie's keen sense, it was guns, and at least three gun heads were pointed at his house. Seeing this, Ling Jie frowned deeply: Sure enough, they still have a back-up plan. It seems that they are determined to kill him.
Killing Zhao Beijia would be difficult if it were a gun... a gun... if it was a gun
, that does not require aiming to shoot. If you want to target a person at a distance of more than 200 meters, and it is also separated by a house, this is simply impossible, unless it is an international death-level sniper... Abbas...
…It’s impossible for them to call in three international death-level snipers at the same time…
Ling Jie thought about it further, and suddenly felt horrified: That was not a gun at all, but a miniature artillery barrel. If they hit the house on this floor, the entire community would be destroyed... They didn't need to aim at all, more than two hundred meters away.
distance, satellite artillery tube...
Ling Jie instinctively picked up a three-foot-long saber and forcefully dragged Zhao Beijia out of the room. He let him grab his arm and dragged her out to watch her cry.
The sound was so loud that Ling Jie grabbed her chin and she stared at Ling Jie fiercely, her eyes were enough to eat him several times.
Ling Jie said seriously, "Auntie, she's dead. Do you know she's dead? What's the point of crying? Will she survive if you cry? Shut up now."
Her eyes turned from cold to desperate, and tears flowed out. Ling Jie felt soft: "I'll let go of my hand, please don't cry, okay?"
Zhao Beijia nodded and Ling Jie let go of her hand. Sure enough, she stopped crying, but her tears flowed more quickly. Ling Jie took her hand and rushed out of the house and down the stairs. Several times, he complained that Zhao Beijia was too slow and stopped her.
She hugged her whole body and rushed out of the community...
"It's half past eleven, let's start launching..."
"Boom...crash..."
From the corner of Ling Jie's eyes, he almost saw three flashes of fire rushing towards the room on the sixth floor, followed by a deafening explosion. The six-story building collapsed in an instant, followed by the entire community. With the sound of a cannon, in South China
There was an explosion in the quiet night of the city...
Zhao Beijia was completely shocked by the sound, and Ling Jie's head seemed to explode. But relying on instinct, he estimated that he was only thirty meters away from the community, and the community had a total of forty-five floors.
, if everything collapsed, he would definitely be crushed to death. He hugged Zhao Beijia and sprinted forward at a sprint of 100 meters. At the same time, he started counting in his mind: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
,ten……
Counting to ten, Ling Jie knew in his heart that he had probably run over a hundred meters, but there were forty-five floors, which was more than one hundred and fifty meters away, and he would still be crushed to death, and within ten seconds,
The floor is about to hit my back...
"Jump..." There was a patch of grass in front of him. Ling Jie ignored it and threw himself forward, using all his strength...
Before his body hit the ground, Ling Jie felt a hard cement board hit his back with a loud bang, and then fragments continued to hit his back. He had no choice but to hold Zhao Beijia tightly in his arms and try his best to
Let her not be affected by the impact of the debris and throw herself on the ground together...
…
Bingtong tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Over the past few months, she had been sleeping very well, but for some reason, these days, she always felt like there was a needle stuck in her heart. She wanted to pull it out but couldn't.
When I came out, I just occasionally thrust forward a little bit, which stung my heart and made my heart ache all the time.
The pendulum clock on the wall struck twelve, but she still didn't feel sleepy at all. She picked up her phone several times and wanted to call Ling Jie, but she still didn't press the last button. After thinking about it again and again, she finally sat back
He stood up and dialed Ling Jie's number, "Sorry, the number you dialed cannot be connected at the moment. Please call again later."
After calling several times in a row, the same sentence from the mobile company came back: "You are a dead person. You always say that I won't call you, and now I can't get through when I call you. I really don't know what you are doing...don't blame me in the future."
I didn’t call you.”
She angrily shut down her phone and lay down to sleep again, but the more she slept, the less sleepy she felt. The more she slept, the more uneasy she felt: Ling Jie couldn't be in an accident. How could he not be able to answer a good phone call? He couldn't be so stupid.
Well, after all, he is also a Qianlong person, how can he have accidents so easily... Oh, no, if there is no accident, why can't he get through? It's strange, if he can't get through, it means that there is no mobile reception at his location.
Signal……
If the signal cannot be received, there will be no signal only in places with big explosions and large energy impacts... Thinking of this, Bingtong couldn't help but think of the explosion at the Red Star Hotel yesterday afternoon...
"The Red Star Hotel is obviously an attack, and according to intelligence, Zhao Beijia happened to appear in the room where the original explosion occurred in the Red Star Hotel ten minutes before the explosion. Obviously, this terrorist explosion was directed at Zhao Beijia, Aba
Si's claws have reached Zhao Beijia's side. The incident at the Red Star Hotel failed because of an accident. Abbas cannot give up easily. He must be plotting a murder..."
Thinking of all the things that happened in the past two days, Bingtong suddenly lost any sleepiness. On the contrary, she became nervous. After turning on the light, she suddenly thought of something. She took out another card with the same shape as the SIM card from the drawer and put the phone in
After replacing the card in the phone, I restarted my phone. After I restarted my phone, the original screen changed. There was no longer the word China Mobile, the signal pattern was all changed, and several red fonts were displayed on the screen of the phone: Please enter the connection password.
Bingtong pressed a series of numbers, and then the screen kept flashing, and a few words were displayed on the screen: Successfully entered. Finally, the screen changed again, and the entire screen displayed a Chinese information map. Bingtong dialed a number and said, "Please transfer
Connect to the dark part of the Chinese satellite."
After a while, a dull voice came from the other end of the phone, "Bingtong, junior guard of the Chinese Qianlong, age 21, Qianlong's friend, Bingtong, hello. Is there anything I can do to help you?"
Bingtong said politely, "Hello, I would like you to use the satellite to help me check whether there have been any large-scale explosions in South China after five o'clock this afternoon."
The man said calmly, "Wait a moment." His voice was very calm, and you couldn't tell what his mood was. It was vague, and it seemed that he had also called. Five minutes later, he replied to Bingtong, "Yes, 2
At 13:30, that is, half an hour ago, a big explosion occurred on the sixth floor of the North Garden Community in Huanan City. Now the entire building, a total of forty-five floors, has collapsed."
Bingtong's heart suddenly clenched, "Do you know how it happened?"
The man was silent for a moment and then said, "Judging from the satellite photos, seven lines of fire shot into the floor, causing an explosion. It should be caused by artillery bombardment."
Bingtong was stunned for a moment, "Okay, thank you." After saying that, she hung up the phone: Tian Na, isn't that the sixth floor of the Huayuan Community in the north of Huanan City, that is Zhao Beijia's home? A big incident happened there half an hour ago.
Explosion? Could it be that Zhao Beijia, she is dead, Ren, the mission failed...
"Boom..." Bingtong's head felt like it had been exploded by a bomb. She was stunned for a while, and her whole aura changed. She picked up her mobile phone and dialed Ling Jie three times in a row, but she couldn't get through. She was deeply moved.
She took a deep breath, put on long leather boots, a blouse and black tight pants, then put on a three-quarter-length black windbreaker. After tying her hair, she suddenly left the room. The place she lived in was a bit remote, and her original plan was to escape.
The eyes of the world, but now the journey is seriously delayed due to lack of transportation. She answered the call again, and the other party still heard the same plain voice, "Hello Bingtong, how can I help you?"
Bingtong said, "Help me check the location of this number. The more accurate the better. 134********"
After a while, the person replied, "This phone number is not registered. It is a retail account. This sim card appeared in Huanan City's Northern Garden Community half an hour ago. Now the signal can no longer be found."
Bingtong said, "Does this mean that the signal of this card disappeared near the Huayuan Community?"
The man replied, "Yes, I don't have the authority to give you specific data. There is only so much I can give you."
Bingtong nodded and took a deep breath after hanging up the phone. The call just now belonged to Ling Jie, "Ling Jie, are you okay? Wait for me to come over and don't let anything happen. The mission cannot fail. It must not fail."