Chapter 957 In the Suspicious Array

All the highlights on the life detector have disappeared, and everything is in silence. Zhang Daguanren is silent in the cold storage, and the temperature is still decreasing. The low temperature of minus 30 degrees has been maintained for an hour, and the indoor oxygen content has been reduced to less than 5x. Zhang Daguan is still clear-headed, but the cold storage The door still shows no sign of opening, which shows that the other party is very patient.

Zhang Daguan began to feel a little nervous. If the other party really didn't plan to open the cold door and wait until tomorrow to deal with their bodies, he could use the Mahayana decision to support it until then, but Sang Beibei must not.

Zhang Yang's heart was fighting fiercely. The reason why he did not jam the tiger topist at the door according to Sambebei's words was that he had long predicted that it was likely to be a trap. The enemy was hidden in the dark. His hiding with Sambebe has been exposed. Only by using some unconventional means can the enemy take In this matter, Zhang Yang chose to take a dangerous move. He didn't know what the probability of success was, but he believed that the enemy should not have so good patience.

Two hours have passed, and no one has come in. Zhang's official is a little restless. What he just said to Sang Beibei is not exaggerated. If Sang Beibei himself can breathe, he may be able to hold on for a longer time. She entered a dormant state with her own help, such as If you can't recover within three hours, it is likely to cause sequelae.

Just as Zhang Yang's heart was getting more and more nervous, he heard a sigh, and the man said, "Seeking to die! Why!"?

Zhang Yang's heart moved, and he knew that it was getting closer and closer to the other party.

About fifteen minutes later, there was the sound of cutting guns outside. The door of the dead room was opened from the outside, and a cold wave surged out. Four men with live ammunition walked into it. They saw Zhang Yang and Sang Beibei lying on the ground. Their exposed heads were covered with frost on their heads. No Anyone can survive for more than two hours at a low temperature and hypoxia at minus 30 degrees.

A short figure appeared behind the four men. He sighed again and waved his hand. One of the men with a gun came to Zhang Yang, touched his neck artery with his hand, and then checked Sambebei again. He turned around and said, "It's all dead!"

It has become a habit for the short man to sigh. He motioned four of his men to lift the bodies of Zhang Yang and Sang Beibei out. The temperature in the cold storage was so low that he didn't want to go in and get cold.

Seeing Zhang Yang and Rao Beibei, who were almost frozen into an ice man, the man came over and looked close to Zhang Yang's face. A man beside him said, "I didn't expect it to be a black man."

The man turned his head with some dissatisfaction: "You can't see it. This is the painted Peking Opera face!" He stood up and said, "Clean up your face and see who it is." He picked up the phone and dialed a number and said respectfully, "The two of them have frozen to death!"

A woman's voice came from the phone: "Check it carefully and find out their identity." Yes!" A man in black found a wet towel somewhere to wipe Zhang Yang's face.

But before the towel fell on Zhang Yang's face, he found that the man suddenly opened his eyes. It was scary enough for the dead to open his eyes. The man drew a big black face again, and the white eyes were particularly conspicuous. This opening of the man in black scared the man in black to death, not yet After reacting, Zhang Guanren had already slapped him on the neck. These people were well-trained professional agents, but no one expected that the person who had been determined to be dead would suddenly be in trouble. The person who took the lead in reacting raised his gun and wanted to shoot. Zhang Guanren's action was far faster than they imagined, and he grabbed The man's wrist was pushed up, and all the bullets were shot on the Tianhuā board. His left foot flew up and kicked the other man out. His body hit another person's body. The two cried and fell to the ground, Zhang Yang restrained the shooter's acupuncture point, took his pistol, and then the short man actually rushed to Sang Beibei, the muzzle of his gun in his hand was aimed at Sang Beibei's head and shouted, "If you dare to act rashly, I will kill her!"

He inferred from Zhang Yang that Sang Beibei was also fake death. Seeing that Zhang Yang put down his four subordinates in an instant, this kind of skills were so amazing that it was impossible for him to compete with him. Therefore, we can only win in danger, control Sangbeibei first, and use Sangbeibei to blackmail Zhang Yang.

Zhang's pistol aimed at the man's forehead and said coldly, "She's dead anyway, and I don't care if you shoot her one more time."

Short... The man said, "You lied to me? Well, let's try it!" His fingers were about to pull the trigger.

Zhang Yang said, "You won!"

"Put down the gun!" The man shouted sharply.

Zhang Yang slowly put down the pistol. Just as he put down the pistol, the man turned the muzzle to aim at Zhang Yang and pulled the trigger, but Zhang Yang's body rushed out like an arrow, and the bullets failed. Zhang Yang grabbed the pistol on the ground and returned two times. One shot hit the man's Gai, the man snorted and knelt down on the ground.

Before he could stand up from the ground, Zhang Yang rushed over and put the muzzle of the gun on his forehead: "You are not a good thing at first glance."

Although the man fell into Zhang Yang's hand, there was no fear on his face. He stared at Zhang Yang's eyes and said, "Do you know who you are doing right with?" Zhang Yang said, "I don't know, and I'm not interested. I'm never interested in the dead.

"He restrained the man's acupuncture point, then came to Sangbeibei's side, massaged her around her a few times, grabbed her palm and sent it into a breath. Sangbeibei woke up quietly.

Several agents were shocked by what they saw in front of them. You know, these two people stayed in the cold storage with extreme hypoxia and a low temperature of more than 30 degrees below zero for nearly three hours. In such an environment, not to mention human beings, even cockroaches may not survive. This vitality is fucking strong.

After Sambebe woke up, she slowed down for a while before her body regained consciousness. She picked up a pistol on the ground and aimed at the short man: "Fage!" She knows this man.

The man was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the freckled woman knew him.

Sang Beibei's next words immediately revealed her identity: "Did you kill Zhao Jun?"

Fitch blinked his eyes, stared at Sang Beibei and said, "You are Jingwei!" Senior agents in Guoan have their own code names, and Jingwei is the code name of Sang Beibei.

Sang Beibei said, "Let me ask you again, did you kill Zhao Jun?" Fitch laughed and said, "You can't escape. You should know the consequences of betraying the organization." Sambebei raised her pistol and hit him in the face fiercely. She did not hesitate to make Feiqi's face open. Feiqi still smiled, and his expression was particularly ferocious. He gritted his teeth and said, "Zhao Jun betrayed the organization and betrayed the country. So do you. You all have to pay for your actions." Sambebe said, "There are other people who betray the organization and communicate with foreign countries. You are just a poor person who has been used by others."

Fage said, "I don't care!" Sambebe said, "I'll give you ten seconds to think about it." The pistol was against Fitch's forehead.

Fage said, "Don't think about it, just kill me!" Sam Beibei said, "It's too cheap for you to kill you. She looked at the cold storage not far away, grabbed Fitch, pushed him in, and asked Zhang Yang to help push all the remaining four agents in." Zhang Yang was worried that Zhang Bijun would come when he heard the news and urged Sang Beibei to leave this place as soon as possible.

Sang Beibei closed the door of the cold storage, and then left with Zhang Yang. Fitch came down from the elevator. They came down from the elevator, searched every corner here, and found that this was a secret training site in Guoan. In addition, they did not find too many suspicious places.

The two left the cold storage through the elevator and returned to the Jetta car. Sam Beibei's long-suppressed sadness finally broke out. She lay in the car and cried in a low voice.

Zhang Yang looked at Sam Beibei sympathetically and said nothing. He silently started the lifting engine to cut through the quietness of the night and drove to the distance.

They didn't get what they wanted, and the only gain was to confirm Zhao Jun's death.

For Sambebe, I don't know if this is her luck or misfortune? If she hadn't seen Zhao Jun's body, there was still a glimmer of hope in Sang Beibei's heart, but now, all her hopes have been shattered. Sang Beibei said sadly, "She killed my brother."

Zhang Yang looked at her quickly, then looked back to the road again, and then whispered, "It's been a long time. I'm sorry for the change."

Sampabe said, "It won't end here!"

Zhang Yang stepped on the brake, looked at Sang Beibei and said seriously, "Zhang Bijun is very cunning. What happened tonight is very dangerous. If we hadn't been lucky, we would have frozen to death in the cold storage now." Sang Beibei said, "I won't involve you anymore. From now on, you will take your Yangguan Road, and I will take my single-plank bridge."

Zhang Yang said, "What kind of evidence do you have in your hand? Tell me, maybe I can help you." Sang Beibei looked at Zhang Yang and shook his head and said, "You have helped me enough. I understand this love." But..." "Nothing, but I know what to do. Don't worry, I won't do anything extreme."

Zhang Yang nodded and motioned to Sang Beibei to put himself down in the street in front of him. Sang Beiju handed him a towel: "Wipe the oil paint on your face, it's like a ghost!"

Zhang Yang wiped the oil paint on his face, and then left Sang Beibei's car. As soon as he left, Sang Beibei stepped on the accelerator and went away quickly.

Zhang Yang walked to the parking lot not far away, returned to his sitting tiger, sat in the car, breathed a long sigh of relief, and recalled what happened tonight in his mind, as if he had experienced a nightmare.