Evil Hero

Chapter 112: Secret Rescue

Follow the old man into the small building. In a spacious and bright office on the second floor, the old man sat behind a black desk, staring at Zhang Yang sitting opposite with his eyes.

The performance of the young man in front of him just now was too unusual. The old man still doubted his eyes in his heart. Now Zhang Yang sat quietly in front of him. Facing an old man with the rank of general, he could not see a trace of panic. This calmness was really rare.

"Young man, can you tell me what kind of kung fu you practice?" The old man asked.

Zhang Yang said lightly: "Now, I just want to know who you are?"

"Haha" The old man laughed: "You are the first one who can talk like this in front of me. I like you more and more."

Zhang Yang was sweating in his heart, thinking, why do you, an old man, like me?

The old man took out a brown paper bag from the drawer and put it on the table, and pushed it in front of Zhang Yang: "Take a look first, do you dare to try?"

Zhang Yang grabbed the brown paper bag, opened it, took out a stack of information inside, looked up and put it down: "If I guess correctly, your surname should be Li?" He paused as he looked at the old man who was smiling at him, and shrank back into his chair: "Alas, I made a bad friend. It seems that I was really betrayed by my friend."

"Haha, you are smart, young man." The old man laughed and said, then his face sank: "You know, this mission is really very dangerous. It is related to the safety of our country. If you don't do it well, I will be scolded by my countrymen. But I am optimistic about you. I don't have time to chat with you now. Just tell me if you are willing to go. I won't force you."

"Haha, even if it is to avoid embarrassing the friend who betrayed me, I can't say no, right? But I don't think I am willing to go for that person. I am also a patriotic and passionate young man." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

The old man slapped his palm on the table: "Haha, good. If this mission can be completed smoothly, the country will not treat you unfairly, you can rest assured about this."

"That's not necessary, as long as your master treats me as a friend, I will be satisfied." Zhang Yang laughed. The old man stared at Zhang Yang's eyes for a moment in silence, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Haha, you little rascal. Okay, I, Li Zhengqian, will make friends with you."

He stopped laughing and stared at Zhang Yang's eyes, saying with an extremely serious expression: "You must complete the mission and come back alive."

"When do you leave?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Tonight at 12 o'clock."

At 13:15 local time, six capable figures walked out of Kennedy Airport in the United States. A milky white van slowly stopped in front of several people. Six people got in the car. The black man driving the car whistled, and the car started and drove straight to downtown New York.

After entering the city, the car stopped in front of a not very big hotel. The black man led the six people into the hotel room that had been booked long ago. He pointed to the wardrobe at the head of the bed and said in broken Chinese: "Everything is in this wardrobe. My mission has been completed. I wish you a pleasant trip." Then the black man turned and left.

"Okay, let's rest now. I will wake you up when the time comes." The leader of the six people was called Fang Yuanwang, who was the team leader of this trip.

Zhang Yang knew that this was not his real name, which could be seen from the fact that the other people only used the numbers two, three, four, and five to address him. Those people didn't know what Zhang Yang's name was, but just called him Mr. Zhang according to the regulations. Zhang Yang didn't need to adjust to the jet lag at all, but seeing that the other people were quietly finding their own places to close their eyes and rest, he also walked to the sofa on the side and sat down and closed his eyes.

When Fang Yuanwang closed his eyes again, he couldn't help but look at Zhang Yang again, thinking that he was just an ordinary young man, and there was nothing special about him. Why did the leader ask him to listen to this person's opinions when he was taking action before coming? Even when he disagrees with him, he should take the words of this young man as the highest order? If it weren't for the soldiers he brought with him, maybe the leader of this action team would be this young man?

New York is located on the Atlantic Ocean and consists of five districts: Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, and Staten Island. The total area of ​​the city is 1,214.4 square kilometers. It is located in the heart of the world's largest metropolitan area, the Greater New York Metropolitan Area. It is an international economic, financial, transportation, art and media center, and is regarded as a representative of urban civilization. Therefore, it is known as the "World Capital" by the world.

Manhattan Island is the core of New York. It is the smallest of the five districts, with an area of ​​only 57.91 square kilometers. However, this small island, which is narrow from east to west and long from north to south, is the financial center of the United States. More than one-third of the 500 largest companies in the United States have their headquarters in Manhattan. Six of the seven major banks and the headquarters of major monopoly organizations have set up central bases here. It also concentrates the essence of the world's financial, securities, futures and insurance industries.

Manhattan is bordered by New Jersey to the west, the Bronx to the northeast, and Brooklyn and Queens to the east and south, both located on Long Island; it is connected to these places by bridges and tunnels. The only direct connection between Manhattan and Staten Island is via ferry.

It was nine o'clock in the evening, when the lights in downtown New York were bright. Fang Yuanwang woke up the other people, reached out and pulled out a bulging bag from the bedside cabinet. As he opened the bag, he whispered, "Now check the watch, each of you choose a handy weapon, and follow plan No. 1 later."

He glanced at Zhang Yang: "Does Mr. Zhang have any different opinions?"

Zhang Yang shook his head and watched these people take out some scattered parts from the bag. After a while, they assembled a shiny black pistol in their hands. He couldn't help but envy them. He thought that these people were really good. They couldn't assemble this thing by themselves.

Fang Yuanwang saw him sitting on the sofa motionless and not assembling weapons, and couldn't help but be surprised. But thinking of the words of the leader, he didn't ask more questions. Seeing that Zhang Yang had no unclear opinions, he walked over and picked up the parts to assemble a pistol.

After the five people were equipped, they looked at each other, and then, led by Fang Yuanwang, the six of them filed out and took the subway to their destination.

Although it was called a subway, in fact, the trams traveled on the ground or on viaducts for a long time. Zhang Yang looked around, and saw colorful light beams swaying between the high-rise buildings in the distance, and a busy road not far away. The night was so beautiful that he suddenly sighed in his heart. He wondered how many of his group would be able to see the sun tomorrow?

This book was first published on Kanshu.