Yan Tianxing listened attentively to Mo Shangyun's instructions, and at the same time quickly translated and took notes, drawing a route map on paper.
However, the message notification suddenly disappeared without warning.
Turning his head slightly, Yan Tianxing glanced at Lin Jian warningly.
Lin Jian's eyes twitched, he conducted a test, and immediately said: "There is no signal. They should have signal interference or blocking."
Yan Tianxing frowned.
He took out the electronic map, first determined the location of the block based on the route prompts given by Mo Shangjun, and then marked their action route through various action trajectories.
Frowning, he finally marked out an area, "In this area, keep an eye on it."
"learn."
Lin Jian nodded hurriedly.
I originally thought that the enemy would only use this roundabout technique, but Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing could resolve it. They never thought that the sudden signal shielding would catch them off guard.
Fortunately, the area drawn by Yan Tianxing is not large, and they can quickly investigate it in a short time.
After getting the regional map from Yan Tianxing, Lin Jian didn't hesitate and quickly sent it to others, racing against time to seize the time.
The more prepared the enemy is, the greater the danger factor faced by Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing.
It must not be taken lightly.
Although this is not strictly a "mission", the identities of these two people, Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing, are too special. They should never let anything unexpected happen to Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing.
happens, otherwise all participants in this matter will be implicated.
Unexpectedly, Yan Tianxing, who was supposed to be the most stressed, was actually the calmest one.
When he does things, he is methodical.
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When they sensed that the signal was blocked, Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing looked at each other calmly.
Everything is business as usual.
It's just that I can no longer exchange news with Yan Tianxing and the others.
The car circled a few more times and then stopped in front of an abandoned three-story building.
The dilapidated buildings are not even within the scope of demolition. I don’t know how long they have existed here, and I don’t know how long they will continue to exist.
It was still raining outside. I opened the car door and stepped on it. The ground was covered with mud and sewage. After being washed by the sewage, the color of my white sneakers turned completely black.
Mo Shangyun frowned somewhat unhappily.
The young man who got off the driving seat paid attention to Mo Shangjun's movements. Perhaps he sensed her displeasure, and said in time, "I'm sorry, the environment here is like this."
Narrowing his eyes, Mo Shangjun gave him a cold look, "It's best if the treatment you give me is worthy of my shoes."
"..."
This contrast... makes people feel a little uncomfortable for no reason.
But the young man endured it and just said "sure" with a smile, and then looked meaningfully at Mo Shangjun, who valued shoes more than the "wolf's den".
"Please, you two."
The young man spoke to them respectfully and raised his hand to point in the direction of the stairs at the entrance of the building.
There is not even a door, just an open staircase, so anyone can come and go freely.
Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing walked up the stairs first, and the young man followed behind them.
The stairs are equipped with voice-activated lights, which will turn on when making a slight sound. However, the wattage of the light bulb is very low and the light is orange, which is barely enough for illumination. It gives the impression that it is similar to this old and decaying building.
They are things stained by time and staleness, but they go well together.
The three of them arrived at the third floor all the way, turned left, and at the door of the first room, the young man knocked several times rhythmically.
Knock, knock, knock, knock.
Not long after, the door was opened.
As soon as the door opened, there was a smoky atmosphere inside. The smoke was lingering, the smell of alcohol was very strong, and it was mixed with the smell of sweat. A choking smell came to the face, dirty and rich, and it was simply suffocating.
Looking at the person coming out of the door, Mo Shangyun almost wanted to kick him.
Hold.
Can you make a cleaner area for guests?!
Fortunately, the young man did not let Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing pass, but asked the strong man who opened the door: "Where is Brother Kai?"
"It's on the opposite side."
The strong man replied, and then his eyes wandered over Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing.
The young man nodded slightly and said only four words, "The guests are here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the noisy voices in the room gradually became quiet.
Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing took a cursory glance. The room was not big, but there were quite a lot of people there. At a glance, there were at least a dozen people, and they all had guys on them. They were all huge and muscular, and they looked...
Not very easy to mess with.
Moreover, after the young man finished speaking, all the eyes in the room fell on the door - to be precise, on Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing.
Regardless of whether he has bad intentions or not, there is absolutely no good intention. Everyone's gaze is like a needle pricking his eyes, which is slowly putting pressure on people.
As if the young man didn't see so many people in the room, he turned his head and said "Follow me" to Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing, and then walked straight to the opposite room.
Mo Shangyun followed him calmly.
Ding Jing naturally followed without changing his expression.
In terms of determination, she has never lost.
When she was decapitating people thousands of miles away, these people were still rolling in the mud with their buttocks naked.
A bunch of brothers who haven’t even weaned off their breasts!
There was still a knock on the door, and there was still a rhythmic sound, but it was slightly different from just now.
The door opened, and a strange-looking strong man let them in.
At the same time, the room opposite, which had become silent for some time, suddenly resumed its initial bustle. (To be continued)