Outside the Yangjiaping Garment Factory.
A car stopped at the side of the road about two hundred meters away from the factory's courtyard gate.
The car was obviously not his Maybach S600, but the Santana he bought from a second-hand market that had yet to close. Since he didn't want his car to be destroyed in a crossfire.
Jiang Chen got out of the car, scanned the surroundings, and then walked to the abandoned garment factory.
It was the agreed destination, 12 kilometers away from Hucheng.
The factory was surrounded by barren farmland with weeds growing all around it. There was no sign of human habitation nearby.
But in front of the factory, Jiang Chen saw four vans that didn't seem to fit the scene.
Two men wearing caps stood at the entrance of the garment factory. Their bulging down jackets seemed to be hiding something. Their hands were in their pockets, and they must be holding onto weapons.
Jiang Chen's mouth curled up as he walked to the door without a hint of fear.
Seeing Jiang Chen walk over, the two exchanged looks, and one of them walked over.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Jiang. Did you keep your promise? "The man extended his right hand and smiled.
He was obviously referring to the promise to go alone.
"Can't you see for yourself?"
Jiang Chen ignored his outstretched hand and walked into the factory.
Maintaining his outstretched hand, an awkward expression appeared on the man's face. Looking at his partner who was trying to hold back his laughter, he shrugged awkwardly and put his hand back into his pocket.
Ayesha didn't follow as Jiang Chen gave her another mission.
Just like Zhang Youjie requested, he went alone.
In the middle of the factory, there was a flickering incandescent light, and people could be seen by the window.
Jiang Chen pushed open the door of the factory and scanned the people in the lobby with a smile on his face.
Urban camouflage bulletproof vests, metallic black assault rifles … To be able to transport these things into the country, it must have taken a lot of effort.
Fifteen CIB agents were scattered around the factory, and only five people stood at the door to greet Jiang Chen.
The leader had a dangerous aura around him. Although he couldn't confirm his exact strength, his intuition told him that this person should be stronger than Robert's bodyguard, Nick.
He must be the Gris that Natasha mentioned, nicknamed the Hungry Wolf.
Very good, they are all here.
"You are Jiang Chen?" Seeing Jiang Chen come in, the white man in the middle of the factory extinguished his cigarette and took out a photo from his pocket with a grin.
The wrinkles on his face twisted together. His green eyes emitted a vicious glint as he examined Jiang Chen from top to bottom.
"That's right," Jiang Chen said calmly.
"Since you're here, you should have made your decision," Gris said with a shrug.
"Of course. But before that, I need to talk to Xia Shiyu, "Jiang Chen looked into his eyes and said in an undertone.
"Don't worry, yellow-skinned monkey. The hostage is safe. After all, we are the CIA, not the IS, "the Americans standing on the side mocked.
"Is that so? I've never understood the difference between these two organizations. "
"You-"
When he heard Jiang Chen's mocking words, the UA man was instantly enraged as he rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward.
"Grim, shut up." Gris glanced at the teammate and said emotionlessly.
"Yes …" The burly man immediately lowered his head and obediently retreated.
In front of the terrifyingly powerful captain, he didn't have the courage to argue.
Reporting the name of the organization he belonged to was already against the rules. But seeing that the mission was about to be completed, Gris didn't say anything.
Gris tilted his head and said to the person next to him.
"Give him the phone."
"Yes, sir." The soldier with a baseball cap took out a walkie-talkie from his tactical vest, walked to Jiang Chen, and handed it to him.
With an undetectable mocking smile, he took the walkie-talkie, and with his other hand in his pocket, he gently flipped the switch of the radio tracking device.
[I'll leave it to Ayesha.]
"Hello? Xia Shiyu! "
"Jiang Chen … You, where are you?"
Listening to the haggard voice, Jiang Chen tried to restrain the anger in his heart. He took a deep breath and tried to speak in a calm tone.
"How are you right now? Did they do anything to you? "
"… Not yet. Who, who are they? " Her voice was full of helplessness and fear, but her voice wasn't hoarse. She probably didn't suffer any cruel treatment.
After confirming Xia Shiyu's safety, Jiang Chen felt slightly relieved.
But just as he was about to buy more time for Ayesha, the communication was cut off.
"Up to this point, you only have 10 seconds to confirm the safety of the hostage." Gris grinned, took out a lighter, and lit another cigarette for himself. "Now, your choice determines the life and death of you and your girlfriend. Of course, you don't seem to have much choice. "
Jiang Chen slowly put down the radio and looked into Gris's eyes.
"Oh?"
I don't think so.
Jiang Chen added in his mind. His hand in his pocket, he threw the radio tracking device into the storage dimension, then took out a paper-shaped remote control and pressed the switch.
The Santana parked outside the factory instantly turned on the wide area signal jammer in the trunk and blocked all electromagnetic signals within a five kilometer radius.
"Grim, check his equipment." Gris ignored Jiang Chen as he tilted his head and said to his comrade on the side.
"Okay, boss."
Grim cracked his neck as he walked towards Jiang Chen with a menacing smile.
He had already made up his mind to teach this arrogant fellow a lesson.
For example, during the body search, he might accidentally crush one of his balls …
"Before we leave here, we need to check your equipment to prevent you from carrying any tracking devices. Of course, if you resist, there might be some unpleasantness. "
Looking at Grim walking towards him, Jiang Chen suddenly laughed.
"Leave here? Who said I'm going with you? "
Hearing this, including Gris and Grim, the five people surrounding Jiang Chen were all stunned.
Without giving them a chance to react, before he finished his sentence, Jiang Chen already pressed the fuse of the EMP grenade and smoke grenade in his pocket.
Buzz-!
The buzzing sound of electricity rang out, the light bulb suddenly went out, and the factory instantly fell into darkness. At the same time, the smoke suddenly spread out from Jiang Chen's position and hid his figure.
"Kill him!"
Gris yelled at the top of his lungs as he decisively gave the order to kill. At the same time, he raised his rifle and pressed the trigger without hesitation.
Tatata-!
Flames danced as the crisscrossing bullets tore through the smoke that hid Jiang Chen's figure. In the spacious factory, the sound of gunpowder explosions and the crisp sound of metal shells hitting the ground filled the air.
Because the retina couldn't adapt to the sudden change in light, everyone's vision was in darkness. But the people present were all experienced veterans. Even with their eyes closed, they could tacitly block all the escape routes of the target.
"Cease fire!"
The gunshots stopped, and the smoke dissipated.
In an instant, the factory returned to silence.
The thick smoke spread out at a constant speed and gradually touched the smoke rising from the muzzle.
The five CIB agents in the middle of the factory kept their guns straight as they locked onto the center of the smoke.
Although the smoke hadn't dissipated yet, no one doubted that the Asian who didn't know what was good for him already died.
Escaping from such a ferocious net of firepower was simply a fantasy.
Maintaining the firing position was only a soldier's discipline.
"Boss is dead, right?" Grim moved his fingers as he couldn't help but say.
Gris stared at the center of the smoke.
The target was undoubtedly dead, but the uneasiness in his heart couldn't be erased.
The smoke was like a devil's egg, as if something was about to walk out from it.
Was it an illusion?
However, at this moment, his dark green pupils suddenly constricted, and the calmness that belonged to an elite soldier on his face instantly disappeared!
"God …" His voice was tinged with a hint of despair. Grim, who was about to crush Jiang Chen's balls, trembled as he backed up with his rifle.
The cold steel shell reflected the five terrified faces.
The T-3 power armor covered his entire body as the triangular gun barrel rotated at high speed. Jiang Chen opened the safety of the weapon module with a menacing smile.
“let's Play a game！”
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