"You, you, who are you?"

Hank asked in a trembling voice, it was not because he killed Jones with a sniper gun, but because this mysterious Oriental actually knew the existence of District 51, and, from his tone, he didn't seem to have any kindness?

"You don't need to know who I am. I guess you also know that your CIA is in the Asian branch, and that place called Nichos was taken over. That's right, that's what I did. Does it matter who I am?"

Xu Yi smiled and slowly walked to Hank's side and squatted down. He stared at Hank. The dark blue spiritual consciousness swept away like a tide. He quickly turned around in Hank's mind, and then turned around. ←,.

Hank was stunned when he heard this, and a look of fear suddenly appeared on his face. Sure enough, the Asian branch of the CIA was destroyed by this guy alone. He thought it was Jones who exaggerated it. Now, after seeing this scene with his own eyes, he realized that there are such powerful people in this world.

I'm afraid the blood clan duke is not his opponent. Even if the boss takes action, he may not be able to control this kid, right?

Xu Yi raised his right hand and poked Hank's body a few times. Hank felt suddenly a few bugs hiking around in his body, and his whole body was so itchy that he quickly raised his hand and grabbed it. However, the more he scratched it, the more itched it seemed, as if the bug had already penetrated into the cracks of the bones.

Moreover, the number of insects is increasing, from only a few feet to dozens or hundreds, and in the end there is almost nothing that is itchy on the body!

Xu Yi shook his head, guessing that the time was almost over, he got up and strode out.

Xu Yi did not let him go, but this guy came from the most mysterious CIA area 51, and it is said that there are many old monsters in it, and these heats must be the potential biggest threat, so naturally we must learn as much information as possible.

Xu Yi rode his bicycle back along the way, and encountered several police cars along the way, heading towards the place where something happened. When passing by a hidden place, Xu Yi threw away the bicycle and recovered his original appearance as he was running his true energy.

Although Jones said he had arranged for someone to go to school to watch Li Ruoxi, Xu Yi was not worried. After all, it was daylight now, and once the CIA people knew the little girl's identity, I was afraid that they would not really do anything to her.

Of course, Xu Yi was a little worried. After walking on the street for a while, he moved all the way to the campus of MIT.

In front of the teaching building of Li Ruoxi's department, Xu Yi indeed saw two agents from the CIA, one was a handsome young man in his twenties, and the other was a very beautiful girl with a plump and hot figure, and the girl's long golden hair made her look even more charming and attractive.

The two of them pretended to be couples, and occasionally kissed them on the wooden bench at school. However, they always looked at Li Ruoxi's classroom from time to time.

Xu Yi coughed gently, walked over slowly, patted the young man on the shoulder, "Brother, borrow a fire."

The young man was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Xu Yi, then took out a lighter and handed it to Xu Yi. When he saw Xu Yi's face clearly, his heart thumped. A heart couldn't help but lifted up. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a pain in his head, as if there was a needle slowly piercing it into his head.

Then the young man quickly stood up and walked out strode, not even the lighter he had lent to Xu Yi. His companion was stunned when he saw this and quickly stood up, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Hey. Beauty, don't call him anymore. How about I'll accompany you?"

Xu Yi smiled and looked directly at the young girl. He had a sudden inspiration and remembered to use this young man to do a spiritual attack experiment, erasing part of the young man's memory. This technique was extracted from the memory of the old Taoist Tongtian. If you try it a little today, the effect was very obvious.

"Who are you? I don't know you."

The girl's face darkened, she quickly stood up and pulled her legs away, but after only two steps, she paused, quickly turned her head and looked at the nearby environment. A trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, and muttered, "Hey, why am I here to do? Weixi is still waiting for me in the coffee house."

After saying that, he twisted his waist and walked out of the school gate quickly.

Seeing the two backs disappear, a smile slowly appeared on Xu Yi's face. It seemed that the magic of the old Taoist Tongtian was very effective, and there were many such small means.

Several police cars roared over and stopped at the gate of an abandoned factory. Groups of police officers with guns and ammunition jumped out of the police car, surrounding the entire factory.

The leader was a middle-aged man in a suit and tie. As soon as he jumped out of the car, he drew out his pistol and directed the remaining policemen behind him to rush in slowly in two directions.

"Jones, Jones."

The middle-aged man rushed into the door with a pistol in his hands, and glanced around. He saw the corpse crawling on the ground for the first time. He was shocked. With a wave of his right hand, the police rushed into the factory on both sides. He strode over, and half of the body on the ground was shot and half of his head was shot.

However, the middle-aged man recognized it at a glance. The dead man on the ground was his colleague at the CIA, Jones, who was in charge of today's search.

"Mr. White, there is still a living person here."

A surprise sound came from the factory. The middle-aged man was stunned and rushed over immediately.

However, the scene in front of him made him feel a little creepy. The agent in the bureau, the retired special forces soldier Jeff, lay on the ground with blood on his face, his eyes wide open, and black blood flowed out of his mouth, nostrils, and eyes.

Because the weather was too cold, the blood had solidified and turned into black blood clots.

Another person lying on the ground was trying hard to grab his body. The weather was very cold at this moment, but there was no piece of cloth on the man's body, and he didn't seem to feel cold at all. His hands kept scrambling around his body, and the gaps in his fingers were covered with bloody minced meat.

"Hank, are you Mr. Hank?"

Although White had never seen Hank, he attached great importance to the distance of his actions today. Obviously, the director believed Jones' investigation report, so he specially transferred a monster from District 51, as if he was a guy calling Hank.

However, the scene I saw in front of me made White feel a little unbelievable. How could the monsters in District 51 fall into this miserable situation in front of me? It is said that those people are the ones who even dare not take the president seriously.

"Who is that? I'm Hank from District 51. Hurry, hurry up, take me to the hospital."

Hank knew that reinforcements were coming, but he didn't dare to stop the scrambling movement in his hand for even a second. It seemed that if he didn't scrambling, he would die in the next second.

"Stretcher, stretcher, take Mr. Hank to the hospital right away."

White was shocked. Although he had guessed that this person with blood and blood all over his body was a master from District 51, when he actually heard Hank say it in person, he still couldn't believe his ears. Didn't he say that he was sure to do it, how could it turn out like this?

Several policemen rushed in outside quickly, carried Hank and sent the injured police car.

White looked at the police car and rushed away, turned to look at the body on the ground, frowned, and quickly took out his cell phone and dialed a number, "Susan, you report to the director immediately, something happened, Jones died, Jeff died, and Hank from District 51 was also seriously injured..."

"What, why is this happening?"

A surprised voice came from the microphone, "Okay, I'll report to the director immediately, you can wait for my phone number."

Xu Yi didn't know that the CIA was in chaos because of his decision to take the lead. At this moment, he was holding a cigarette on his lips, and he was really leisurely visiting this world-famous institution.

A rapid ringtone of the cell phone woke Xu Yi up. He quickly took out his cell phone and looked at it. He couldn't help but be stunned. There was no number on it. He immediately answered the phone, "Hey, old Duan, you guy finally remembered me, but I'll explain first that I'm on vacation now."

"You little brat, you have the nerve to say that you have no information for such a long time!"

A swearing sound came from the microphone, "If I don't call you, have you forgotten what your surname is?"

"Where, where, my surname is Socialism."

Xu Yi laughed, "Okay, I'm on the other side of the Pacific Ocean right now. I just negotiated a business in London two days ago. Lao Duan, do you have something to ask me for?"

"Boy, are you talking about it?"

The voice from the other side of the microphone sank, "It's not the trouble you kid, you guys have fun there, and the brothers on the other side of the Pacific have been having a hard time. The casualties have been a bit serious. If you have time, go and help the boss. It's time to let the brothers go home to rest and have a lively New Year."

Xu Yi was stunned when he heard this and immediately realized that he must have brought the American intelligence den in Asia. These people were so embarrassed that they began to seize the Republic's agents on a large scale.

From this point of view, this incident was really caused by myself.

"Old Duan, you are not authentic. I agreed that I have a half-year vacation, it's only a few months." Xu Yi smiled bitterly, "Okay, since it's the brothers in trouble, I can't just leave it alone."

"Yes, those who can do it work so hard, the motherland will remember you." Duan Bing on the other side of the microphone smiled, "By the way, the time is over, and that little girl Ruoxi is about to finish class. She will receive a letter today. You can see what to do. I hope you don't disappoint me."

"Old Duan, you are calculating me."
Chapter completed!