All the highlights on the life detector have disappeared, and everything has come to silence. Zhang Daguanren was silent in the cold storage, and the temperature is still falling. The low temperature of minus 30 degrees Celsius has been maintained for an hour. The oxygen content in the room has dropped to less than 5%. Zhang Daguanren is still awake, but the door of the cold storage still shows that the other party has good patience.

Official Zhang began to feel a little nervous. If the other party really didn't plan to open the cold door and wait until tomorrow to deal with their bodies, he could use the Mahayana Sect to support it until that time, but Sang Beibei would definitely not do it.[]

Zhang Yang was fighting fiercely inside. The reason why he did not stick the tiger-headed pliers at the door according to Sang Beibei was because he had a long time ago that it might be a trap. The enemy was hiding in the dark, and his and Sang Beibei's hiding had been exposed. Only by using some unconventional means can the enemy appear on their own initiative. In this matter, Zhang Yang chose to take a dangerous move. He didn't know how likely he was to succeed, but he believed that the enemy should not be so patient.

Two hours passed, but no one came in. Zhang Daren couldn't help but feel a little angry. What he said to Sang Beibei just now was not exaggerated. If Sang Beibei himself knew the turtle breathing technique, he might have been able to persist for a longer time. She entered a dormant state with her help. If she could not recover within three hours, it would likely cause sequelae.

Just as Zhang Yang was getting nervous inside, he heard a sigh, and the man said, "Why do you have to seek death?"

Zhang Yang's heart moved, and he knew that the time when the other party came was getting closer and closer.

About fifteen minutes later, the sound of cutting guns sounded outside, and the dead door was opened from outside, and a cold wave rushed out. Four men with live ammunition walked into it. They saw Zhang Yang and Sang Beibei lying on the ground. The two of them were covered with a layer of frost on their heads and skins. No one could survive for more than two hours under low temperatures and hypoxia at minus thirty degrees below zero and hypoxia.

A short figure appeared behind the four men. He sighed again and waved his hand. One of the men with a gun came to Zhang Yang, touched his neck artery with his hand, and then examined San Beibei again, turned around and said, "Everything is dead."

The short man sighed and had become a habit. He signaled his four subordinates to carry Zhang Yang and Sang Beibei's bodies outside. The temperature in the cold storage was too low, so he didn't want to go in and get frozen.

Seeing Zhang Yang and Sang Beibei who were almost frozen into ice, the man walked over, leaned close to Zhang Yang's face and looked around, and someone beside him said, "I didn't expect it to be a black man."

The man turned his head with some dissatisfaction: "You can't see that this is the painted Peking Opera mask."

He stood up and said, "Clean his face clean and see who it is." He picked up the phone and dialed a number, and said respectfully, "They are both frozen to death."

A woman's voice came from the phone: "Check it carefully and find out their identities."

"yes"

A man in black went over and found a wet towel to wipe Zhang Yang's face. But before the towel fell on Zhang Yang's face, he found that the guy suddenly opened his eyes. It was scary enough for a dead man to open his eyes. The guy drew a big black face, and the white eyes were particularly conspicuous. This opened his eyes scared the man in black to death. Before he could react, Zhang Daren had already slashed his neck with a palm. These people were well-trained professional agents, but no one expected that the person who had been determined to be dead would suddenly attack.

The man who reacted first raised his gun and was about to shoot. The speed of Zhang Daren's movement was far beyond their imagination. He grabbed the man's wrist and pushed it up. All the bullets hit the ceiling. He flew up his left foot and kicked the other man out, hitting his body on the other man. The two of them screamed and fell to the ground. Zhang Yang suppressed the acupoint of the person who shot the gun and grabbed his pistol. Then he saw the short man actually rushed towards Sang Beibei. The gun in his hand pointed at Sang Beibei's head and shouted: "If you dare to act rashly, I will kill her."

He inferred from Zhang Yang's failure that Sang Beibei was also faked to die. Seeing Zhang Yang instantly knocked down his four subordinates. His skills were too amazing, and it was impossible for him to compete with him. So he could only win in a narrow margin, stop Sang Beibei first, and use Sang Beibei to threaten Zhang Yang to submit.

Zhang Daguanren aimed his pistol at the guy's forehead and said coldly: "She is dead anyway, so I don't care if you shoot her one more time."

The short man said, "Lie to me? Well, let's try it." His fingers were posing to pull the trigger.

Zhang Yang said: "You won"

"Put down the gun" the man shouted sternly.

Zhang Yang slowly lowered the pistol. Just as he put down the pistol, the man turned the gun and aimed at Zhang Yang and pulled the trigger. But Zhang Yang rushed out like an arrow, and the bullet fell out in succession. Zhang Yang grabbed the pistol on the ground and responded twice, one shot hit the man's right shoulder and the other shot hit his left leg and kneel. The man groaned and knelt on the ground.

Before he could stand up from the ground, Zhang Yang rushed over and pressed his forehead with a smoke-like gun on his forehead: "You're not a good thing at first glance."

Although the man fell into Zhang Yang's hands, there was no trace of fear on his face. He stared at Zhang Yang's eyes and said, "I know who are you doing the wrong with?"

Zhang Yang said, "I don't know, nor am I interested. I have never been interested in dead people." He controlled the man's acupoints, then came to Sang Beibei, massaged her body a few times, grabbed her palm and sent an internal breath. Sang Beibei woke up secretly.

Several agents were shocked by what they saw. You should know that these two people stayed in a cold storage with extreme hypoxia and low temperatures of more than 30 degrees Celsius. In such an environment, not to mention humans, even cockroaches may not survive. This vitality is so powerful.

After Sanbei woke up, she took a while and her body recovered from consciousness. She picked up a pistol on the ground and aimed at the short man: "Feich" she knew this man.

The man was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that the freckled woman would know him.

Sang Beibei's next words immediately revealed her identity: "Did you kill Zhao Jun?"

Feiqi blinked, stared at San Beibei and said, "You are Jingwei."

Senior agents in Guoan all have their own code names, and Jingwei is the code name of Sang Beibei.

Sang Beibei said: "I'll ask you again, did you kill Zhao Jun?"

Feiqi laughed: "You can't escape, you should know the consequences of betraying the organization."

San Beibei raised his pistol and slammed it hard on his face. She made Feiqi's face bloom. Feiqi still smiled, and his expression looked particularly ferocious. He gritted his teeth and said, "The Zhao army betrayed the organization and betrayed the country, so do you. You all have to pay the price for your behavior."

Sanbeibei said: "There are other people who betray the organization and are foreign. You are just a poor person who is exploited by others."

Feiqi said: "I don't care"

Sanbebe said, "I'll give you ten seconds to consider it." The pistol pressed against Fitch's forehead.

Feiqi said: "Don't think about it, just kill me."

San Beibei said, "It would be too cheap to kill you. She looked at the cold storage not far away, grabbed Feiqi, pushed him in, and asked Zhang Yang to help push all the remaining four agents in."

Zhang Yang was worried that Zhang Bijun would come after hearing the news and urged Sang Beibei to leave the place as soon as possible.

Sang Beibei closed the door of the cold storage and left with Zhang Yang. Feiqi and his group got off from the elevator. They came down from the elevator and searched every corner of the place. They found that this was a secret training ground in Guoan. Apart from that, they did not find many suspicious places.

The two left the cold storage through the elevator and returned to the Jetta car. The sadness that Sang Beibei had suppressed for a long time finally burst out. She lay in the car and cried quietly.

Zhang Yang looked at San Beibei with sympathy, without saying a word, silently activated the engine and cut through the tranquility of the night and drove towards the distance.

They did not get what they wanted, and the only gain was to confirm the news of Zhao Jun's death. For Sang Beibei, I don't know if this is her luck or misfortune? If they had not seen Zhao Jun's body, then Sang Beibei still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, but now, all her hopes have been shattered. Sang Beibei said sadly: "She killed my brother."

Zhang Yang quickly glanced at her, then returned to the road again, and whispered: "It's been a long time since the matter has passed, so I'll be sad and change."

Sanbebe said: "Things won't end here."

Zhang Yang stepped on the brakes and looked at Sang Beibei and said seriously: "Zhang Bijun is very cunning. Tonight's affairs are very dangerous. If we weren't for our luck, we would have been frozen to death in the cold storage."

San Beibei said: "I will not implicate you anymore. From now on, you will walk on your Yangguan Road and I will walk on my single-plank bridge."

Zhang Yang said: "What evidence do you have in your hands? Tell me, maybe I can help."

Sang Beibei looked at Zhang Yang and shook her head and said, "You have helped me enough, I appreciate this love."

"But……"

"It's nothing, but I know what to do. Don't worry, I won't do anything extreme."

Zhang Yang nodded and signaled San Beibei to put himself down in the street ahead. San Beibei handed him a towel: "Wipe the oil paint on his face, it's like a ghost."

Zhang Yang wiped the oil paint on his face and then left Sang Beibei's car. As soon as he left, Sang Beibei stepped on the accelerator and walked away quickly.

Zhang Yang walked to the parking lot not far away, returned to his own tigress, got into the car, breathed a sigh of relief, recalling everything that happened tonight in his mind, as if he had experienced a nightmare.
Chapter completed!