Hello, Mr. Major General

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

He Zhichu brought a lot of people, but a small part of them were in this small building.

As a result, as soon as the oriole appeared in Reinz, the small number of people in Hechu were all folded here.

Leaping down from the third floor, He Zhichu quickly contacted his people through a Bluetooth headset.

"The teams reported the number of casualties, and the parking lot was evacuated to the main hall of the Taj Mahal."

The Bluetooth headset soon heard the voice of each team leader reporting the count.

"Received. The second team has 9 people and no casualties."

"Received. The third team has 9 people, no casualties."

"Received. The fourth team has 9 people, no casualties."

After a while, there was a weaker voice from the Bluetooth headset saying: "Yes. A small team...9 people, five dead and two injured."

This squad, the people who followed He Zhichu in that small building, was originally the elite of the international mercenaries he had found this time.

Some people attacked it, and almost made He Zhichu plant a tumble.

He Zhichu bared his teeth, still indifferent: "Does a small team have an ambush video?"

"……No."

He Zhichu no longer said: "The remaining two of you will treat the aftermath, then go back to the New Delhi hotel and wait for us."

Although the remaining two escaped Reinz's ambush, it is not appropriate to continue following them at this moment because of the casualties of their teammates.

After making preparations, He Zhichu ran to the parking lot alone.

But when he ran halfway, bullets continued to shoot from behind.

Although he moved quickly and kept using the zigzag route to avoid the opponent's aim, he was almost hit by a bullet several times.

He Zhichu quickly changed his mind, his figure flickered, and instead of running in the direction of the parking lot, he ran in the opposite direction while sending messages to Gu Nianzhi through the Bluetooth headset.

"There was an ambush. Quickly leave the parking lot and go to the main hall of the Taj Mahal to meet me."

At this time, Gu Nianzhi was questioning the Japanese super-tech elites whose arms and legs had been interrupted by her. Star Rong was trembling and filming the video for evidence.

"Who sent you here?"

The few people lay on the ground with their eyes closed and did not speak.

Gu Nianzhi raised the gun in his hand, "Don't tell me? Are you pretending to be a tough guy and unyielding?"

After speaking with a bang, hit the man in the middle of the chest, and said coldly: "Not to mention, this is your end."

The more this time comes, some people are afraid of death.

Among those few Japanese super high-tech elites, there are people who are not afraid of death, but unfortunately they were just shot dead by one of Gu Nian.

The rest of the people were scared to death by her, and suddenly opened their eyes and asked her: "...we said, you will let us go?"

"Of course, I am not a murderous madman like you." Gu Nianzhi raised his eyebrows, "Don't try to figure me out with your nasty thoughts."

The Japanese hummed and looked at each other, and finally pushed someone out and said, "You ask him."

Gu Nianzhi held a gun in his hand, turned on the phone to record with one hand, and continued to ask, "You said."

The man hesitated for a while, and said: "...Our news comes from Special Assistant Yang."

"He? Why is he? What news did he send you? What terms did you use in exchange?" Gu Nianzhi asked sharply, hitting the nail on the head.

The Japanese still hesitated. Gu Nianzhi worried that he was taking time and kicked him up. "Say! I'm trying to get another shot?"

Anyway, as already said, the Japanese was heartbroken and glared at Gu Nianzhi: "Why is it not him?! How could he be reconciled when he was expelled from the parliament? Think about it with your head! As for what news is sent, you can just check him. Got it? Conditional exchange. For that kind of person, money is naturally the most important thing."

It seems that those who are dissatisfied with their profession and superiors are also the targets of foreign spy agencies...

Gu Nianzhi shook her head and took a photo with her mobile phone. As soon as he finished recording, he saw He Zhichu's text message and asked her to leave the parking lot.

It seems there is danger here...

Gu Nianzhi regrets that he can't catch the job anymore.

But after thinking about it, there is no loss. The video is already available, and then this alone will allow Yang Te to help drink a box.

Moreover, since it was bought with money, clues can be found, and there is no need for these Japanese intelligence personnel to be witnesses.

Gu Nianzhi put the phone away and fired a shot at the ground, "Okay, I will let you go for the time being. It's life or death, you let it happen.-Let's go!"

"Where to go?" Rong Mingxing was dragged by her and stumbling, following her to the Hummer SUV that she was riding in.

When Gu Nianzhi got to the car, she realized that the car had also been punctured by the Japanese.

The car couldn't drive anymore, so I had to continue running with my legs.

The silhouettes of the two of them turned over from the railing at the door and ran to the corridor of the Taj Mahal.

...

Those few Japanese super high-tech elites with broken arms and legs, look at me, and I look at you. I can’t believe I escaped.

But soon, they found themselves thinking too much.

A few tall and burly white gunmen appeared in front of them, blankly took out the large-caliber M1911A, and sent them to the west one by one.

...

Reinz rushed to the parking lot with people, only to see the bodies of those Japanese super high-tech elites.

"What about people?" he asked the white gunmen who arrived first. "I'm talking about the woman in the khaki safari suit?"

The white gunmen shrugged, "I didn't find them. Only these East Asians were found. We saw that they were in pain, so we helped them out."

Reinz: "..."

It took no more than fifteen minutes to run from that small building.

Where can Gu Nianzhi go in these fifteen minutes?

"Have you searched here?" Leinz looked around warily.

"I have searched it with a vital signs device, no one else."

In other words, there are no living people.

Reinz frowned. "You didn't kill by mistake, did you?"

"No, we only killed these people. The others are already dead. If you don't believe me, you can check the wound ballistics."

The bullets they use are special-standard bullets, which are different from other guns.

Leinz looked back in the direction where He Zhichu disappeared, and snorted coldly.

Just now they were led astray by He Zhichu, and they ran after him for a while, only to realize that they were not in the direction of the parking lot.

Although it turned back quickly, it was obvious that the ten-minute gap that had been used longer allowed Gu Nianzhi to run away.

"Boss, what shall we do now?"

Reinz held a slight charge in one hand and looked around, "Let's go, go to the Taj Mahal."

He tried his best to extract that sentence of Tagore's poem and show it to Gu Nianzhi, just for this day.

Not long after they evacuated, the situation in the parking lot was discovered by foreign tourists who came to pick up their cars.

The Indians charged at the entrance and exit of the parking lot were killed by several elites from Japan's TGA, and the railing at the entrance could no longer be lifted.

"Call the police! Call the police!"

"My car! My car!"

Those foreign tourists holding their heads and screaming cannot alleviate the fear and anger in their hearts.

But at this time, most of the police in New Delhi went to the bank to exchange money, and no one performed the task.

The whole of New Delhi is in unprecedented chaos, and various criminal cases are emerging one after another. At this time, there are too few police officers who are still holding their posts.

"The main hall of the Taj Mahal is warned, please leave the main hall quickly."

"The main hall of the Taj Mahal is warned, please leave the main hall quickly."

At this time, from the square of the Taj Mahal, the sound of a big horn came.

The voice was extremely cold, without ups and downs, but a pure American accent. It was Reinz who ordered his men to clear the field at the Taj Mahal.

Hulala, a large group of foreign tourists immediately ran out of the main hall of the Taj Mahal. The retrograde Gu Nianzhi and Rong star were almost drowned by the crowd.

This is the third one.Three shifts today.

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