Chapter 252 (1/2)

Outside Yangjiaping garment factory.

A car stopped at the side of the road about 200 meters away from the gate of the factory building.

This car is obviously not his Maybach S600, but the Santana he bought for 100000 yuan from a second-hand market that has not yet closed. After all, he didn't want his car scrapped in a firefight.

Jiang Chen got out of the car, looked around the environment, and then went to the garment factory which had been abandoned for a long time.

This is the agreed destination, 12 kilometers away from Lake City.

Around the factory building, in addition to the grass covered foundation is bare farmland, nearby can not see any people.

However, just outside the inaccessible factory building, Jiang Chen saw four vans that were not very suitable for the scene.

Standing at the door of the clothing factory were two men with duck caps. What should be hidden in their bulging down jackets. Their hands were always in their pockets, and they must be holding weapons.

The corner of Jiang Chen's mouth raised playfully and walked to the door without half a minute's fear.

Looking at Jiang Chen coming, the two exchanged their eyes, and one of them walked past.

”Nice to meet you, Mr. Jiang. I don't know if you have complied with the agreement? ” The man held out his right hand and said with a smile.

He meant, of course, the agreement to go alone.

”Don't you look at it yourself?”

Leaving this sentence, Jiang Chen ignored his outstretched hand and walked to the garment factory.

Holding the gesture of reaching out, the embarrassed expression appeared on the face. Looking at the smiling expression of his companion standing guard together, he stretched out his hands in embarrassment and shrugged his shoulders. Then he put his hand back in his pocket.

Aisha didn't follow. Jiang Chen gave her another task.

As Zhang Youjie asked, he went to the appointment alone.

In the center of the factory building, there are incandescent lamps, and figures can be seen by the windows.

Open the door of the factory. Jiang Chen looked around several people in the hall and put up a smile.

Bullet proof vests in city camouflage colors, black assault rifles filled with metal texture... It must have taken a lot of effort to bring these things into China.

Fifteen CIA agents were distributed in every corner of the factory building. Only five of them were standing at the door to greet Jiang Chen.

the man headed by him was full of danger, although his specific strength could not be confirmed. But instinctively, this man should be a bit better than Nick Roberts' bodyguard.

He must have been Natasha's Grice, nicknamed the hungry wolf.

Good. It's all here.

”Are you Jiang Chen?” Seeing Jiang Chen come in, the white man standing in the middle of the factory put out his cigarette end and took out a picture from his pocket with a grin.

The furrows on his face twisted together. That blue eyes in a fierce light, up and down looking at Jiang Chen.

”That's right.” Jiang Chen said lightly.

”Now that you are here, you must have made a decision.” Grice shrugged.

”Of course. But before that, I need to make a phone call with Xia Shiyu. ” Looking directly into his eyes, Jiang Chen said in a deep voice.

”Don't worry, yellow monkey. The hostages are safe. After all, we are CIA. Not is. ” The American standing on the side scoffed.

”Is it? I don't understand the difference between the two organizations. ”

”You --”

hearing Jiang Chen's sarcastic words, the American suddenly got angry and rolled up his sleeves to move forward.

”Cram, shut up.” Grice glanced at the teammate and said softly.

”Yes...” the big man immediately lowered his head and stepped back very honestly.

In the face of the strength of the terrible captain, he really did not have the courage to raise the bar.

It is against discipline to give the name of the organization to which you belong. But seeing that the task was about to be completed, Grice said nothing.

He turned his head, Grice said to the man next to him.

”Call him.”

”Yes, sir.” The soldier with a baseball cap pulled out the walkie talkie from his tactical vest, walked to Jiang Chen and handed it to him.

The corner of his mouth raised a touch of indisputable ridicule. Taking the walkie talkie, Jiang Chen gently turned on the radio tracking device with another hand in his pocket.

I'll leave it to Aisha.

”Hello? Summer poetry rain! ”

”Jiang Chen... You, where are you?”

Listening to the haggard voice and trying to control his anger, Jiang Chen took a deep breath and said in as gentle a tone as possible.

”How are you now? Did they do anything to you? ”