Xie Wendong looked around and his eyes fell on Chen Zhuoxin, the deputy leader of the Blood Killing Team: "Zhuoxin, how are you going?" Chen Zhuoxin never expected that Brother Dong would 'hand over' this task to him, and he seemed a little helpless. He was stunned for a long time before slowly speaking: "Brother Dong asked me to go wherever he asked me to go. Even if he was on the sword mountain and the sea of ​​fire, he would be willing to take care of it."

Jiang Sen couldn't wait: "How did Brother Dong choose Zhuo Xin?" Xie Wendong asked softly: "Why, Lao Sen can't bear to give up his capable generals." Chen Zhuoxin is the deputy leader of the third group of the white-clothed blood-killed group. In terms of ability, talent, and loyalty, he is the one in a million. To be honest, a fool is willing to push such a right-hand man out.

He never concealed his appreciation and love from his opponents, and nodded honestly: "Yes, I'm a little reluctant. But since Brother Dong asked him to go, there would naturally be a reason for Brother Dong. I, the team leader, have no objection."

"Okay, I am worthy of being my brother of Xie Wendong." Xie Wendong ordered the staff on the spot. His face was solemn and he carefully reminded: "Zhuo Xin, this trip is extremely dangerous. You must ensure your personal safety. If the mission fails, come back immediately. Brother Dong will not blame you. If you don't come back, I will take a bath and fast and keep you for thirty days."

"Brother Dong" Chen Zhuoxin was filled with tears when he heard this, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud: "Brother Dong's great kindness, I, Chen Zhuoxin, can't repay me for my death. Don't worry, I will definitely complete the task." He knelt to Jiang Sen again, clasped his fists and said emotionally: "Brother Sen, take care of me."

Jiang Sen's eyes were red and he said sadly: "Zhuo Xin, be careful. I will arrange a team of people to follow you and protect your safety. When the time is ripe, you can put them in your side so that each other can take care of each other." "Well, thank you Brother Sen, thank you Brother Dong." Chen Zhuoxin said excitedly.

There is nothing to say during the day, and time hastily arrived at twelve o'clock in the morning.

The Black Army is in a mess and has a lot of miscellaneous things. After working hard for a day, people enter their dreams early.

In the quiet night, only the breeze was left to rustle the leaves. Under the illumination of street lights, a long shadow was slowly walking towards the hotel west of the Black Army.

In his hand, he was holding a thermos cup. Changying hummed an untuned song, and he looked relaxed and proud. However, the fact was not the case. At this moment, he was very nervous and worried. Can he act well, can he deceive Adnan Shukerijumah, and can he successfully enter the Al Qaeda organization

There are countless "can it" in his heart, and these "can it" turn into beads of sweat and are printed on his forehead one by one.

He was thinking about things, but his steps under his feet did not stop. Before he knew it, he had already arrived at the gate of the Black Army Hotel. Two brothers Wen Donghui, who were in charge of alert, raised their guns alertly and shouted solemnly: "Who is it?"

The black shadow stopped and said with a smile: "It's me, Zhang Baohua." Zhang Baohua ran here from time to time these days, and the brothers who were watching the "door" basically knew him. "Oh, it's Brother Zhang, what's wrong with coming here in the middle of the night?" There are not many people who know Zhang Baohua's true identity, so everyone naturally regarded him as a brother of Wendonghui. Even if they have seen brothers in the same gang before, they will naturally become more familiar with him.

After some greetings, Zhang Baohua turned to the topic. He smiled and took the thermos in his hand and said to the two: "That Adnan Shukerijumah didn't have dinner today. Zhang Long and Brother Zhang gave me something to him. That man is the big leader of Al Qaeda, don't starve to death like this."

A guard brother nodded and said, "That's right." Another guard had reached out to pick up the thermos in Zhang Baohua's hand: "Brother Zhang, let's get here, I'll send it for you." Zhang Baohua did not let go, but cared about the two of them: "The two brothers are tired of being on duty, so I won't bother you anymore. Anyway, I can't sleep now, so I'll send it in myself."

"It's good," said a guard, "thank you for your hard work." Zhang Baohua waved his hand and raised his lips: "It's all his brothers, there's no need to be so polite." After a brief "cross-inquiry", the two guards directly let Zhang Baohua enter the big 'gate' of the Black Army Hotel.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Zhang Baohua walked into the big "gate", he quickly took out a pistol with a silencer and fired two "gate" guards. He didn't know what happened to the "gate" guards, and his body fell to the ground. Then, Zhang Baohua was possessed by Guan Yun, Chang Guan Er, and passed five passes and killed six generals. In just a short while, he collapsed all the strict defenses of the Black Army Hotel. More than thirty people fell into a pool of blood.

Hundreds of base armed personnel heard the movement and all woke up from their sleep. When Zhang Baohua, covered in blood, appeared in front of them, the latter almost knelt down to the former.

Many people kneeled there and prayed: "Thank you Allah, thank you Allah for protecting your people." (Ah)

"Zhang, you really come to save us." Adnan Shukerijumahe was overjoyed and thought to himself that this person really kept his word and actually came to save himself. Zhang Baohua responded in Arabic: "I have long been disgusted with Xie Wendong. Joining Al Qaeda is my always wish." (Ah)

Adnan Shukerijumah nodded: "Good friend, if you can rescue us, I will introduce you to the base." (Ah)

Zhang Baohua was happy on his face and thought it was great. He didn't have time to talk to him, so he said bluntly: "You all retreat inside, I'll break the 'door' lock." (Ah) The militants at the base all stepped back together. Zhang Baohua "touched" a new gun from his waist and shot several times in a row.

Zhang Baohua's gun technique was very accurate. He easily penetrated the keyhole after a few strokes of the pistol equipped with a silencer. "Cramp", Zhang Baohua opened the large iron "door" and lifted the pistol to warn him outward.

Seeing this, hundreds of militants at the base were ready to go out one after another. As soon as they arrived at the door, they heard Zhang Baohua lower his voice and said, "No, the goal of so many people going out is too big. They will definitely be discovered by Wen Donghui people patrolling outside." (Ah)
Chapter completed!