American Legendary Life

Bunker Division.

On the 7th basement floor, the mysterious building that has just been expanded for 2 months still exudes a damp atmosphere of mud.

Steel walls and thigh-thick steel bars can be seen around, forming strong pillars to support this little-known space.

Many girls can be seen in the empty square, wearing dresses and smiling girls.

White-collar elite in suits and leather shoes, carrying briefcases.

A successful person with a handsome look in a big trench coat.

The tin foil is hot, the whole body is tattered, and the rebellious teenager.

Tuxedo, the clothes were ironed without any wrinkles, gentle gentleman with a cane smiling.

A brave man with a baseball cap... a ragged tramp... a big muscle tyrant with swollen muscles...

These seemingly unconnected people are either sitting on the ground at will or leaning against the wall at this moment. It looks like they are going to attend a different kind of party.

It's just that when they look at other people, they will find a strange light and a dangerous breath in those eyes.

Mum, mum, mum...

The sound of footsteps gradually approached from the left channel, and Li Zitao dressed casually walked out of the dark channel and stood there expressionlessly.

The crowd who had just laughed and laid back immediately stood up, and everyone looked at him with curiosity, admiration, inquiry, or complicated eyes.

"Thank you all for coming in time. Someone will send you the target next. After the mission, someone will arrange for you to go to a different country.

In addition...after leaving here, I hope you can forget everything you see. "

There was no one talking at the scene, and Hans came behind and distributed the file in his hand to everyone.

Every time someone took the file, they immediately left the square with the file. After 5 minutes, the second person left, followed by the third, the fourth...

When the last person left, it was already a few hours later, and only Li Zitao and Hans remained in the empty square.

"BOSS, such a big move..." Hans looked at him with some worry.

"I remember that the branch has not practiced for a long time and prepared a suit for me." Li Zitao said calmly and turned to walk into the passage when he came.

Twenty minutes later, a large number of Tyves ran out of the bunker branch and ran to the suburbs with their weights on their backs.

The car parked on the opposite street slowly followed, monitoring the team with more than 500 people.

Fortunately, they did not carry any weapons, otherwise now it is not just surveillance.

PM6: 25, the team made a U-turn from San Fernando's Oro hill and ran back to the city of Los Angeles. It looked like a normal weight-bearing exercise.

But no one found that when passing the Oro hill, more than a dozen figures disappeared among the forests of Saddle Tree Open Park beside the hill.

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California, Fresno.

There is a country club on the slightly desolate side of Highway 180 in the southeast suburbs.

For any American, the club is a familiar place. Every family has to contact countless clubs from small to large.

It's just that this club never accepts ordinary people. It was created by some of the most famous local gangsters.

On weekdays, as a place for bosses to connect feelings and conclude transactions, if their gangs have any conflicts, they will also negotiate here.

It's just that the atmosphere is very different today. The outside of the club is full of cars, and the brawny men standing around the club with at least a hundred people.

The most conspicuous among them were a dozen men in high-end suits, holding machine guns in their hands, and stood so blatantly by the gate.

Looking at the eyes of other people is full of disdain, like saying: a group of miscellaneous fish.

In the club, the dim light seemed a little suppressed, and several gloomy men sat at the round table, staring at each other in silence.

A man with blond hair and a smile was sitting back to the door. From the point of view of other people's movements of turning his eyes to him, he was the principal here.

"Admiral Craig, we need an explanation." Seeing that the other party kept silent, someone said impatiently.

"What explanation?" Klegg, who had blonde hair, said playfully.

"Why is he still alive, and your promise!" the man in the right hand said coldly.

"Who is the person in charge?" Krieger looked at everyone curiously; "Is it mine?"

"The other party's vigilance is high...Where is the sniper you promised?" The old man who was facing Klegg looked at him angrily.

"The sniper was killed!" When it came to mentioning this, Krieger's tone was somewhat lost.

This was his mistake. I didn't expect that the protection around him would be so tight. Even the surrounding buildings were covered with SHIELD people.

It now appears that the bodyguards around him are only baits. Whenever he appears in one place, all crises around the commanding heights will be ruled out.

However, compared to this matter, Klegg is more concerned about another thing.

"Who moved Garbo?" The smile on Kleague's face gradually converged.

According to the information they received, Charlie Lee is now like a furious lion, extending his claws to every tentacle.

Even the president’s warnings were ignored, and other people’s calls were never answered, except for the hospital and his bunker branch in Los Angeles ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ never went anywhere.

"We just want to add a bargaining chip. You said you want to teach him a lesson. I think this lesson is enough to lose someone I love." The old man on the opposite side spoke slowly.

"Hah...my orders? That's so good, what should I do now?" Krieger said ironically: "Are you going to solve him? Or are you...you?"

The last thing Krieger regrets now is finding these self-righteous idiots.

They are like a bunch of dirty garbage, without the slightest bottom line and conscience, and more importantly, without brains.

If you can get rid of Li Zitao, what those women have done. If you can't get rid of Li Zitao, then killing any woman will only make him completely mad.

As it is now, no one can reach him, not even the Rockefeller family phone.

"Mr. Admiral, if you call us, just to talk about these boring topics, I think today's party will be here."

The old man sitting opposite Klegg stood up, and the others also followed, standing like they walked outside the door.

"Bal...this matter needs an explanation!" Krieger's voice came from behind.

"Really? That's what you and the big guys need to worry about. I should go home to accompany the children." The old man named Barr disdainfully smiled and reached out to open the door and walked out.

"Be careful, bang..."

Da da da……

"Do not..."

The sound of chaos sounded from outside the house, bullets pierced through the wooden door and the wall behind him, and Claire sat calmly in his place, tasting the superior vodka in his hand.

Squeak.

The crossfire stopped, and the bullet-filled door was pushed open, and the footsteps on the wooden floor sounded with a weird squeak.