Dragoon fighter

“Finally the hot potato is taken away!”

Bai Lang watched as the intelligence officers dressed as garbage disposal workers took away the "Fenrir" alloy disguised as garbage, and the vehicle loaded with garbage left the hotel through the back door.

It was a pile of leftover aluminum foil and discarded Western knives. The "Fenrir" alloy made into a Western knife was mixed in and was not conspicuous at all.

After risking his life and going through a lot of hard work to obtain "Fenrir", he sent it away safely, but he still borrowed the help of that guy. If that guy hadn't suddenly left the hotel and attracted most of the forces, the superiors wouldn't have been able to arrange for manpower to move the thing away.

Major Mo, the military attaché of the Chinese Embassy, ​​saw Bai Lang's relieved look and said, "'Bai Lang,' you will go back to the embassy tomorrow and have a good time in the United States for a week before returning to China to report on your duties."

This debriefing is a double entendre, including normal military attachés returning to the country to debrief and covert operatives returning to debrief.

The garbage truck of Charlie Garbage Disposal Company drove to the treatment plant on the outskirts of Las Vegas. It was sparsely populated and the vast garbage treatment plant continuously decomposed all kinds of garbage from the city into metal and other materials. , the recyclable ones are collected again, the degradable ones are directly biodegraded, and the ones that cannot be processed are sent to boilers for combustion and converted into electricity to supply urban electricity.

There is very little garbage left to be disposed of in landfills, and garbage treatment plants always have ways to use all kinds of garbage and turn it into money.

In short, relying on the garbage disposal companies in big cities is like sitting next to a cornucopia, and the gains are not huge at all.

The driver, Wade Allen, was humming a song and holding the steering wheel, chatting from time to time with the Mexican assistant Terry Jackson in the passenger seat.

They wear sealed overalls similar to chemical protective suits. They are inevitably exposed to various smells when doing this work. If they are stained with odors that can never be washed away, it will mean an unbearable disaster, even if No matter how stuffy or hot it is, I can only wear it. Fortunately, I can enjoy a free hot bath before getting off work and feel refreshed.

"It's almost there. We'll be there in half an hour. We'll have green cash by then. Wade, this is our biggest income today, and it's almost equal to our salary for a year. We'll go to the city to find one in the evening. How about a haircut, girl?"

Terry Jackson looked at his watch. He and the driver were both peripheral personnel of the Chinese Foreign Affairs Department. They were not exposed to any secrets. They only provided some tasks when the opportunity came and they usually received a small allowance to support their family. It was not a shame. Manifest water. No one knows that they are still doing odd jobs for the Chinese.

"That's a good idea! I want a blond girl with big boobs! Haha! But I agreed, it's made by AA." Wade Allen slapped his big, fat hands on the steering wheel hard, and was extremely excited by his colleague's proposal, as if he wanted to push the steering wheel. Like being smashed down.

But after a while, he said quietly: "I must go home before twelve o'clock in the evening!"

"Ahahaha! Wade, Wade, you guy, I'm convinced of you. My dear, you've changed since you got married. Oh my god, is this still the Wade Allen I know? I won't be transferred. Yeah." Terry Jackson burst into even stronger laughter after being stunned for a moment.

"Come on, you hen-pecked guy, your Savannah is like a little hen circling around your little things, there is nowhere to take care of you, don't worry, go and play. Go back and take the remaining dollars Give it to her. She will definitely be overjoyed, of course. It doesn't matter if you spend it all. In short, people must have some fun in life. "

The two joked with each other unbridledly.

For them, two native Americans, as long as it does not threaten national security (of course, in most cases without knowing it), it is easy to occasionally sell a little bit of strength for the sake of the US dollar.

The garbage truck has driven out of Las Vegas. Once it exits the beltway outside the city, the suburbs no longer have the prosperity of the city. Everywhere you look is a desolate scene. Occasionally, thin pavement can be seen on the road. of sand.

Las Vegas is not a city that relies on natural scenery. It is located in a subtropical desert climate. It is one of the harsh environments in Nevada, where most of the area is composed of mountains, canyons and deserts.

But it miraculously survived because of the gambling industry. This is a city built with money.

"Look, what is that?" The driver suddenly saw a small black dot approaching rapidly on the right front, with a faint white smoke behind it, which was very eye-catching in the wilderness beside the highway.

"Where?"

"over there!"

"God! That's a missile. Who did it? Hurry, reverse the car, it's coming towards us."

Boom!~

When the sudden roar of the solid fuel injection engine reached the ears of Wade Allen and Terry Jackson, they had no time to turn around. The truck, which had only slowed down to 40 yards, made a loud noise as it turned around. Suddenly, the world started spinning and rolling.

"What kind of monster is that?"

Terry Jackson lay down weakly in the carriage and posed in a strange posture. With blurry vision, he could only see a few tall, strange friends wearing windbreakers and hats, whose faces could not be seen as they squirted slightly. The strange sound flashed before my eyes.

The strange thick objects in their hands seemed to be firearms they had never seen before. They seemed to be rummaging for something and kept making strange monotonous electronic sounds.

Terry Jack would never connect the news he heard on the radio about the theft of makeup materials from many Hollywood film and television companies with the attack he encountered today.

Terry Jackson tried his best to turn around and look for the driver, Wade Allen. He was the only one in the car, but soon he saw the fat man lying on the roadside outside the car, motionless and unaware of his life or death.

He suddenly remembered the job he received today. There must be something important in their car. Damn it. I didn’t expect it to be so unlucky. I shouldn’t have taken this job if I had known. God, come and save me. , he finally couldn't bear the pain and passed out.

Di! Di di! Di di di di!~~~~~~

"The target was found, the electromagnetic response index is consistent, and it is confirmed to be 'Fenrir' alloy! Complete the harvest! Exit the city monitoring system and implement the transfer plan."

"Execute the camouflage plan and prepare to establish a survival base!"

A container truck drove quickly past the overturned garbage truck and disappeared at the end of the road.

Until now, Lockheed's "Laboratory 41" has not discovered that their "Lion Star 4" humanoid combat robot would appear here and successfully staged a beheading.

"Jie Hu? What did you say? Our things were intercepted?"

Major Mo, the attaché of the embassy, ​​was having afternoon tea with Bai Lang when he suddenly received a phone call. The news on the phone made him unable to calm down.

The garbage truck loaded with "Fenrir" alloy was blown over before it reached the designated location. When the responding intelligence officers realized something was wrong and found the truck, the contents were gone.

"What's wrong?"

Bai Lang was a little surprised. How could Major Mo be so frightened after receiving this call?

"'Fenrir' was robbed!" Major Mo looked at Bai Lang expressionlessly and said every word.

"What?" Bai Lang was stunned. Their plan was foolproof, with multiple layers of diversionary actions, and even more than one set of misleading plans to blind people's ears. Even the CIA or the original owner Lockheed were all fooled by "Dragon Knight" The ace pilot was attracted away.

Unexpectedly, like a prophet, the Foreign Affairs Section responsible for overseas intelligence operations heard about a newly arrived set of powerful weapons "Dragon Guard" digital individual tactical armor. In just a few days, hundreds of forces from several forces... The rest of the operatives were directly or indirectly in the hands of the "Dragon Knight" guy.

It was an unprecedented heavy casualty in the spy war over the years. With the intervention of the "Dragon Guard", it almost turned into a small-scale war.

"The higher-ups have sent people to investigate. It seems to be a group of forces we don't know about. They are so patient and calculating! Damn it, we must find a way to take it back."

Major Mo nodded as he spoke and paced back and forth in the room. The other party's patience and timing far exceeded the expectations of his own intelligence personnel. Who did this? Doubts hung over Major Mo's mind.

The meticulous operations of the Foreign Affairs Section rarely failed, but the other party took away "Fenrir" who was about to be transferred back to the country without any warning. This was tantamount to a slap in the face for all the operations personnel of the Foreign Affairs Section.

Almost the entire intelligence network of the Foreign Affairs Department in the United States has been shaken. Many secrets laid in secrets are quietly moving around gas stations, various transportation nodes, shopping malls, hotels and other places, vowing to dig out those who dared to do so at the last moment. The guy who cut off his beard.

No matter China or other forces, they will never allow the next generation of technological revolution to be missed.

No one has the last laugh.

"Hey, man, it's $500 per person! Do you understand? It only takes one day to ensure that you show up on the other side of the border. I, Juan, have always been trustworthy."

Juan Serres is a smuggler who specializes in smuggling people into the United States. In the past, he saw many Mexicans smuggling into the United States, but today it is rare to see Americans looking for him to smuggle people into Mexico.

"Okay, swipe your card?"

"There is a 20% surcharge for paying by card? That's the rule. If you want to be cheaper, it's best to use cash. I'm warning you, don't fool me with counterfeit money."

The guy in front of him was wearing a mask and sunglasses, as if he didn't want people to see his face, but his skin seemed to be sickly, and he couldn't even feel the aura of strangers.

The Chihuahua in Juan's arms didn't know what was going on, but it seemed very strange. It barked harshly at the new customer, which made him distracted and kept whispering comfort.