Manual of Space-Time Interference

"boom!"

The security door on the 3rd floor was directly kicked open by the old horse. He quickly rushed in with a gun. After looking around, he waved to the dialect, walked over to a room, and took out a room card from his body. Opened the door, then locked it gently

"Attention to all units, attention to all units, Target No. 1 and Target No. 2 have entered Room 3011, please encircle immediately..."

……

"Prepare enough!" The dialect murmured.

"Let's not talk about the required courses, we only have 30 seconds." The old horse turned around and said, and walked to the window and opened the curtain slightly.

An eye appeared from the gap, and then immediately flashed back. The old horse turned back and waved to Dialect, signaling him to come over.

"I'll jump off and run towards that car!" The old horse pointed to a white Mitsubishi by the side of the road, and then pulled the curtain back on, and continued toward the dialect, "15 seconds, you go first!"

Dialect nodded, then took a few steps back, took a breath, grabbed his briefcase, and instantly tensed the muscles of his legs, and ran directly towards the window.

A figure jumped out of the window on the third floor, and with the dimming night and the surrounding neon lights, it instantly fell on the ground, and after rolling forward for a few laps, it stood up again and moved towards the room. Running away in a white Mitsubishi.

Old Ma looked at the dialect that kept running towards the white Mitsubishi, smiled, closed the window, then pulled the curtain up again, turned around and walked to the table, picking up the teapot on the table.

"1, 2, 3, GO!"

A team of agents standing outside the door in front of the door pointed their fingers. At the moment "GO!" sounded, one person swiped the room card to the side, and another person next to him immediately threw a flashbang in. ,

An incomparably bright white light lit up in the room where Dialect had just jumped out. Lao Ma paused for a moment with his hand holding the teapot, and slowly put it down. In a small cup on the table, only a small amount of water was poured. to a bottom layer of water.

He picked it up subconsciously, and brought the cup to his lips.

"boom!"

The door was violently pushed open, and at the same time, an agent rushed in and instantly pointed his gun at the old horse at the table.

"Slow down, slow down, let me drink another sip of my hometown's Longjing..." The old horse said this familiar Chinese language, holding the teacup and raising it to the blurred figure in his eyes, while holding the pistol in his left hand tight.

"Put down! Can't you hear me, put it down!" Mark shouted in English, moving the crosshair to the old horse's head, slowly approaching, followed by the agents who were constantly searching around.

"OK! OK!" The old horse said with a smile, finished drinking the tea in the cup, and slowly put it down.

"boom!"

A gunshot sounded, and the old horse put down his left hand weakly, revealing a bleak smile, looking at the blurred figure in his field of vision, biting a poisonous tooth hidden in his mouth.

The gun that Mark was holding didn't put down, he walked up slowly and kicked away the pistol on the ground, only then did he touch the old horse's neck.

"Target No. 2 is dead, repeat, Target No. 2 is dead!" he said. At the same time, there were constant voices of "clear!" around him. He walked directly to the window, opened the curtain, and just caught the The shadow of a white Mitsubishi driving out.

"Command, the mouse has escaped the cage! White Mitsubishi! Repeat, white Mitsubishi!" Mark roared continuously while pressing the headset, pulled the curtains down again, turned and ran towards the door.

"Traffic monitoring in various regions, satellite monitoring, immediately, find this mouse for me!" The white man yelled at several staff members in the RV, and then he took another sip of coffee, and then took a sip Mouth, opened a small window with disgust, and threw the coffee out.

"Attention, all units, the target is heading to Ikebukuro Road, repeat, the target is heading to Ikebukuro Road!" said the staff in front of the computer, while marking the white Mitsubishi on the satellite.

"Contact the Police Department, contact the staff of Section 9 of the Public Security Bureau, and increase the monitoring of airports, ships, and cruise ships. By the way, send someone to monitor those smugglers!" said the white commander, knocking on the people in the cockpit, signaling them Hurry up and follow.

……

"Old Yan, the information leaked, the old horse was sacrificed, and there was a big slap behind me. I don't know which special agent! The most important thing is that I don't know anything here!"

Yan Hongchang listened, and momentarily pressed the button next to the phone, the dialect voice suddenly appeared in the entire hall, and on the big screen in front of him, the light spot representing the dialect was moving at a high speed.

"Immediately list the location of the nearest safe house, contact the nearest intelligence personnel and go to support immediately, Ling Ya, you lead the tactical team to plan an escape route immediately!" Yan Hongchang said, turned and walked directly into his office.

"Road condition! Show me the road condition! There is also the location of the safe house, the location of the nearest intelligence personnel, immediately!"

"Synchronized display of road conditions is complete! Synchronized display of safe houses is complete!"

"036, report your location!"

"The best escape route has been set!"

A route appeared on the screen~www.wuxiaspot.com~ While avoiding the congested roads, it also provided many hidden places to choose from.

"Follow the Ikebukuro Road, drive down the next off-ramp, and then..." Ling Ya looked at the route on the screen and said,

"and many more!"

Ling Ya's voice suddenly stopped, and at the same time, there was a harsh braking sound, followed by a continuous crashing sound.

"Okay, I killed one of the cars behind me, the off-ramp arrived, and then?"

The dialect's voice continued to sound, making Ling Ya heave a sigh of relief, and continued, "Left, turn left, go straight to the third intersection, then turn right!"

"Intelligence officers 078, 096, 187 are nearby!"

"Contact immediately, help the dialect block, and tell them one thing, they are martyrs!"

"clear!"

"Dialect, is it still there?"

"Bang! Bang!"

Two gunshots sounded abruptly in the hall, Ling Ya pursed her lips.

"Yes! His grandmother's, he still wants to hit me!"

A scolding voice resounded in the hall again. Ling Ya breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the light spot on the satellite map in front of her that had turned right, she continued, "The second intersection ahead, go to the right, go out the alley, then go right..."

……

Yan Hongchang picked up the microphone of a red landline on the table and dialed the number in his memory.

"Serial number!"

"957A657D531HJ24, Yan Hongchang, Emergency No. 1!"

"Verification is successful, transfer is in progress!"

"Hey!" An old voice came from the microphone, and Yan Hongchang stood up instantly.

"Headmaster, the Wing Spreading Team emergency..."