"Why aren't you seeing someone yet..." After Zhu Jue and Sam finally contacted San Diego again and confirmed the code language, they stood together in the parking lot of the motel that had been washed away by blood, waiting for the helicopter in the receipt message to appear.

"I'm hungry again after waiting." As he said this, Zhu Jue took out a sandwich found in the hotel kitchen, tore open the wrapping paper, took out a piece and handed it to Sam beside him, "Do you want to have one too, turkey, it looks good."

Sam looked at the blood stains on the wrapping paper, but he remembered the scene of flesh and blood flying in the hotel. Another discomfort came from his stomach. He shook his head and refused. Then he raised his wrist and looked at the time on his watch. He couldn't help but say, "It should be almost the same when it comes to the time..."

After saying this, Sam raised his head toward the dark night sky, as if he was looking for something.

After Zhu Jue stuffed the sandwich in his mouth together, he also raised his head and visited Sam's gaze. However, he could not see anything except the dark night sky and several sparsely dotted stars in the night sky.

"There is nothing in the sky, don't you feel your neck sore?" Zhu Jue was just talking, and suddenly felt the disharmony in the air that was clearly empty. Then a gust of wind whistled from top to bottom for no reason, swaying from Zhu Jue's clothes.

Then above Zhu Jue's vision, the air appeared unnaturally distorted, and then it seemed like boiling water was poured on the snow pile. The twisted air showed its original form, which was a huge helicopter that was pitch black all over. A golden shield-shaped herald was painted at the door of the side of the machine, and the two bright capital letters "sd" were written in the center of the herald.

"The Queen Bee stealth helicopter exclusive to San Diego Special Security Company, with optical camouflage and silent propeller." Seeing Zhu Jue seemingly surprised by the helicopter that seemed to appear out of thin air, Sam said from the side, "But at my level I have only heard of this thing. This is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes..."

"It seems that there are quite a lot of black technologies in the San Diego Group..." Seeing the helicopter landing in the middle of the parking lot, Zhu Jue held his chin and nodded. "If you say so, is it true that Count William's operation of the US presidential campaign? This problem is simply empty..."

"How could a low-level employee like me know these things..." Sam pushed hard at the protagonist's back, pointed to the helicopter in front of them and said. "If you really have any problems, then you can ask him in person after meeting Mr. Earl. Anyway, as long as you send you to the place next, all my tasks will come to an end. By then, I just have enough annual leave and can finally go back to my farm in Arizona to meet my wife and children..."

Zhu Jue was walking towards the helicopter position. After hearing Sam's words, he suddenly stopped and turned his head to Sam and said, "Sam, although we have known each other for a long time, I will miss you well in the future..." After saying that, he stared at Sam for another four or five seconds, shook his head, sighed and continued to walk towards the helicopter.

Although Sam always felt that something seemed wrong in Zhu Jue's words, he had to say thank you for no reason and followed Zhu Jue's back to the helicopter.

After the two walked to the center of the parking lot, the helicopter cabin door in front of them opened directly. A bald man in his forties stood at the door. He was holding a carbine with grenade launcher, optical gear and other components, and a communication headphone on his ear. His strong chest muscles stretched the dark green uniform on his body, and on his left shoulder was a "SD" shield-shaped heraldry that was exactly the same as on the helicopter.

‘…’ The middle-aged strong man said in a low and slightly hoarse voice. He first looked at Sam, then looked at a terminal with a display screen fixed to his arm. It seemed that he was confirming his identity. After confirming that, he nodded slightly to Sam, and then glanced at Zhu Jue standing beside Sam. A look of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, "I am Liquetted, the head of the Foxhound Squad of the Group Security Department's internal guard, and you can call me Captain or Captain Liquetted. Your report has been received by the group. Are you sure that all the fourteen people stationed in the inner guard have died?"

"I can't fully confirm this... Mr. Captain, because the scene is completely unrecognizable, it's a scene of hell." Sam seemed to recall the scene inside the motel's event room, and a look of unbearable and disgusting appeared on his face, "But there are indeed no living people here except the two of us."

After hearing this, Liquette's already dark face looked even darker. He said to the other two inner guards in the helicopter cabin behind him: "You two, hurry up and confirm the situation."

Then the two of them jumped out of the cabin with the carbine in their hands and carefully cooperated to head towards the inside of the motel.

But looking at the actions of the two, Zhu Jue said to Liquette in front of him: "Well, this Liquette, although it is a little bit broken, I have confirmed that there are indeed fourteen poor guys scattered on the ground, on the wall, or in the belly of other human-headed dogs..."

"Huh?" Liquette's eyes were a little bad, and after hearing this, he looked at Zhu Jue with a sharper expression. His index finger gently tapped the palm of the carbine in his hand, and asked Zhu Jue in a slightly hoarse voice, "How do you know this specific number...or do you have any other channels to learn about this result?"

"Don't look at me with this kind of eyes. I'm not familiar with the murderer." As if I noticed Liquette's vague hostility towards him, Zhu Jue shook his hand and said, "Although the damage is very serious, fourteen left kidneys can be found at the scene. Of course, there should be fourteen people. Or is your San Diego Group already developed a technology that can have two waists or more? If this is true, the world's food crisis problem will be solved just around the corner."

"...Why are you still in the mood to count the internal organs in that situation..." Sam couldn't help but say after hearing Zhu Jue's words. He entered the activity room with Zhu Jue. At that time, he didn't realize that the guy was paying attention to these strange places. However, he still said to Liquette, "Mr. Captain. Although this guy is unidentified and suspicious and very untrustworthy, at least I don't think he has anything to do with the group of people who attacked us."

Although Sam still clearly remembered Zhu Jue that he seemed to know something about those guys who fucked the strange human-faced dog. But he was about to finish the task, and he was in a hurry to go home for vacation after the handover, and he didn't think about saying anything more about this. After all, even if something really happened at that time, it wouldn't matter to him.

"Hmph..." Liquette snorted coldly. He wanted to say something to Zhu Jue, but at this time the communication headphones in his ear came from the two people who had been sent by him. Then he frowned slightly and replied, "Okay, I understand, come back first now, and let this be handled by the special appraisal department."

Then he glanced at Zhu Jue and Sam again and said, "There are a lot of messy things in the entire group during this period, and the staff is very tight. He also lost a small team for no reason... I will definitely ask the above for an explanation... Now, you two will come up with me, and I don't have any extra time to waste with you here."

Zhu Jue and Sam didn't say much. After Liquette moved away from the helicopter's hatch, they climbed into the cabin of the "Queen Bee". Less than half a minute later, the two sent by Liquette quickly rushed back and got in after receiving the order to return.

With the command of Liquêd, the propeller of the "Queen Bee" type helicopter rotated and was processed by the reverse-crossing sound wave generator. Although there was a whirlwind on the ground, there was no sound exposed. After it was quietly and abnormally launched, the optical camouflage quickly covered the fuselage at least, completely integrated into the air, without any trace.

"It's one hundred and twenty miles away from the headquarters." The pilot operating the helicopter ahead looked at the dashboard after taking off, "It's expected to arrive in thirty-five minutes."

Liquette nodded after hearing this, then walked to the operating seat, patted the driver on the shoulder, then picked up the radio intercom beside him and said, "Headquarters, headquarters, this is a fox hunting dog. The target has been received. Repeat it. The target has been received and is expected to arrive in half an hour. Please reply if you receive it."

But he did not receive any reply except for the noise of the noise of the radio waves. Liquette asked twice again with an ugly face, but the result was still no change.

"Is it a problem with equipment?" Liquette asked to the driver beside him, putting down the radio station.

The driver first looked at the dashboard in front of him, then shook his head at Liquêd and said, "The equipment is not a problem, nor is there any interference signal... it may be the other party's problem."

"How is this possible..." Liquette was unwilling to believe this conclusion, "Isn't there any contact twenty minutes ago?"

At this moment, a reply suddenly came from the radio station beside him. It was a young female voice: "Can you hear the audition test?"

"Who are you!" Liquette immediately shouted at the radio station when he heard the unfamiliar female voice, "quickly indicate your identity and explain how you connected to our confidential line."

"Ah, is this a confidential line?" the female voice chuckled, "Sorry, everyone here has died, no one told me this... But this is not an important thing. I just want to ask if that guy is there in you?"

When Liquette heard this, he immediately turned his head and looked at Zhu Jue who was curiously leaning over. The fire in his eyes seemed to be able to directly pierce the guy.

However, Zhu Jue waved to Liquette casually, then took the intercom and said, "Hello, this enthusiastic listener, I am your dear DJ Zhu Jue. Do you have any questions to consult?"

"...Long time no see, Zhu, husband, from Qincheng Second Hospital, don't you remember who I am?" The female voice seemed to be stunned for a moment after hearing Zhu Jue's reply, and then replied.

"Well, your voice sounds very familiar, I should know you." Zhu Jue said, "I actually knew me as Dr. Zhu of Qincheng. I believe we should have known each other before, and you are still a woman, and it is impossible for you to be linn and Liu Meme. Then I can confirm your identity... I didn't expect it would be you..."

"...I didn't expect to meet you again, Zhu, Da, husband..." The female voice seemed to contain an indescribable emotion, "You..."

However, before she could continue speaking, Zhu Jue interrupted her and said, "Old Hu, how many times have I told you that you have. You are a typical prostatitis, and Liuwei Dihuang Pills are not correct..." (To be continued)

ps: I've been lost for half a year on the road of life_(:3)∠)_

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Chapter completed!