Bunker branch.

The 7th floor underground, the mysterious building that has just been expanded for 2 months still emits the moisture of the soil.

Steel walls and steel bars as thick as thighs can be seen around, forming solid pillars to support this rarely known space.

There are many figures in the empty square, girls wearing dresses and smiling brightly.

White-collar elite in suits and ties, handbags.

A successful person wearing a big windbreaker and handsome appearance.

A young man with a tin foil burnt body, a ragged body, full of rebelliousness.

The tuxedo, the clothes were burnt without any wrinkles, and the gentle gentleman with a stick on a crutch.

The strong man with a baseball cap... the ragged homeless man... the big muscle bully with swelling muscles...

These seemingly unconnected people are either sitting on the ground or leaning against the wall at this moment, looking like they are preparing to attend a different party.

But when their eyes swept towards others, they would find strange light and dangerous aura flashing in their eyes.

Thumb, Thumb, Thumb...

The footsteps gradually approached from the passage on the left. Li Zitao, dressed in casual clothes, walked out of the dark passage and stood there expressionlessly.

The crowd of people who were still laughing and lazy just now stood up immediately, and everyone looked at him with curiosity, admiration, inquiry or complicated eyes.

"Thank you very much for coming here in time. Someone will send you the goal next. After the mission is over, someone will arrange for you to go to different countries.

Also... after leaving here, I hope you can forget everything you see."

No one spoke at the scene, Hans behind him walked out and distributed the documents in his hand to everyone.

Whenever someone takes the document, he will immediately leave the square with the document. After 5 minutes, the second person leaves, followed by the third and fourth...

When the last person left, it was already a few hours later, only Li Zitao and Hans were left in the empty square.

"Boss, such a big noise..." Hans looked at him with some concern.

"I remember that the branch hasn't been practicing for a long time, so I've prepared a set of clothes for me." Li Zitao said calmly, turning around and walking into the passage when he came.

Twenty minutes later, a large number of special guards ran out of the bunker branch and ran towards the suburbs with loads on their backs.

The car parked next to the street across the street slowly followed and monitored the team with a population of more than 500.

Fortunately they didn't carry any weapons, otherwise it would be more than just surveillance now.

pm6:25, the team turned around from the Oro Hill in San Fernando and ran back to Los Angeles, which looked like a normal weight-bearing training.

But no one noticed that when passing through the Oro Hill, more than a dozen figures disappeared in the forests of the Sadeltri Open Park next to the hill.

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Fresno, California.

Next to Highway 180 in the southeast suburbs, there is a country club in a slightly desolate place.

For any American, clubs are a familiar place, and every family has to come into contact with countless clubs from childhood to adulthood.

It’s just that this club never accepts ordinary people. It was co-founded by several of the most famous mob bosses in the local area.

On weekdays, as a place for bosses to contact each other and reach a deal, if there is any conflict between their gang, they will also negotiate here.

But the atmosphere today is very different. The club is full of cars, and strong men with bulging waists are guarding around the club, with at least a hundred people.

The most conspicuous ones were more than a dozen men in high-end suits, holding machine guns in their hands, and blatantly guarding the gate.

The eyes of others were filled with disdain, as if saying: A group of fish.

In the club, the dim lights seemed a little depressed, and several gloomy men sat at the round table, looking at each other silently.

A blond-haired and smiling man sat with his back to the door. Judging from the movements of others constantly sweeping at him with their eyes, he was the person in charge here.

"General Kleiger, we need an explanation." Seeing that the other party had not spoken, someone couldn't help but say.

"What's the explanation?" Kleig, with a blond hair, said playfully.

"Why is he still alive? You have your promise!" the man with his right hand said coldly.

"Who is the one responsible for the action?" Kleig looked at everyone curiously, "Is it mine?"

"The other party is very vigilant... Where is the sniper you promised?" The old man who was facing Kleig looked at him angrily.

"The sniper was killed!" When talking about this, Kleig's tone was a little disappointed.

This was his mistake. He didn't expect that the protection around him would be so tight that even the surrounding buildings were covered with S.H.E.L.D.

It seems that the bodyguards around him are just bait. Whenever he appears in a place, the crisis of all commanding heights around him will be eliminated.

But, compared to this, Kleig cared more about another thing.

"Who made a move on Jiabao?" The smile on Klaiger's face gradually restrained.

According to the information they received, Charlie Lee is now like a furious lion, stretching his claws to every tentacle.

Even the president's warning was ignored, and no one else's phone number was answered. He had never been to any place except the hospital and his bunker branch in Los Angeles.

"We just want to increase our bargaining chips. You said you wanted to teach him a lesson. I think this lesson is enough to lose my beloved." The old man opposite spoke slowly.

"Ha...my orders? That's great, what should I do now?" Kleig said with a sarcastic face: "Are you going to solve him? Or are you...you?"

What Klaiger regrets most now is to find these self-righteous idiots.

They are like a bunch of dirty garbage, without any bottom line or conscience, and more importantly, they are brainless.

If they can kill Li Zitao, what are those women? If they can't kill Li Zitao, then killing any woman will only make him crazy completely.

It was as if it was now, no one could contact him, and even the Rockefeller family could not call in.

"Sir Admiral, if you call us here, just to talk about these boring topics, I think today's party will end here."

The old man sitting opposite Kleig stood up, and the others stood up, saying as if walking outside the door.

"Bar...This matter needs an explanation!" Kleig's voice came from behind.

"Is that so? That's what you and the big guys need to worry about. It's time for me to go home with the children." The old man named Barr smiled disdainfully, stretched out and pushed open the door and walked out.

"Be careful, bang bang bang..."

Dada dada...

"No..."

The sound of chaos sounded outside the house, and bullets shot through the wooden door and wall behind him. Kleig sat calmly in his original position, tasting the high-quality vodka in his hand.

Squeak.
Chapter completed!