Chapter 629 Sneaking into the oil tanker [asking for gifts and monthly tickets]

The secret team was dispatched again, this time directly increased to three secret teams, of course, the front lost four people, that is, 20 people.

Fast pursuer.

The team whose four people died felt very aggrieved.

Being teased like this.

They also received information that it was a drinking water channel.

Tracking quickly, he was not far behind McCarron.

Zhuang Ming followed the signal route, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, because this road was not a highway.

There is only one possibility, which is underground.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Ming couldn't help but feel a little emotional in his eyes. This was really thoughtful and step-by-step. He was worthy of being a commander who made even the FBI extremely dignified.

"Ah~~~"

Suddenly, a shrill scream suddenly sounded not far from Zhuang Ming.

I suddenly stepped on the brakes and looked with some disbelief at a column of water rising from a park.

The key thing is not this, but the screaming figure that was washed up by the water.

That bald head is really shiny.

Macallan?

This guy is really lucky. He is still alive and seems to be tracking the enemy.

But it seemed to be flooded and it rushed up from the hole.

Boom!

It fell directly onto a tree branch in the park and then to the ground.

He got up with a miserable look on his face, his face covered with mud.

The wounds on his body have begun to bleed again due to the fall.

"Officer McCarran, it's really a good thing to see you alive."

When he heard the familiar cold voice, McCarron quickly got up. It turned out to be Zhuang Ming, and the corner of his mouth twitched fiercely.

To be honest, I am still surprised that I am still alive.

"Want a ride?" Zhuang Ming said calmly.

Such familiar words, exactly the same as those not long ago.

McCarron only felt that he was not feeling well, but he still nodded heavily: "Of course it is necessary!"

Sitting in the car, watching Zhuang Ming speed up.

"Why do you want to help me?" McCarron was very surprised. No matter what time, Zhuang Ming would show up.

Coincidence or not, Zhuang Ming had a reason for helping him like this, and he also said that he owed a lot of favors.

"Do you really want to know?" Zhuang Ming did not turn his head, his right hand turned into a phantom, and his feet quickly moved the clutch, brake, and accelerator in perfect coordination.

Zizzi~

The sports car made a violent friction sound on the road and passed around one car after another.

"Yes!" McCarron immediately nodded heavily.

"I'm examining you and giving you a chance to become a strong man." Zhuang Ming's voice was always so indifferent, without a trace of ripples.

You could never tell whether Zhuang Ming's cold face was joking or actually talking to you about something serious.

Just like this time.

McCarron stared at Zhuang Ming's cold expression with wide eyes. He was stunned for several seconds before asking in disbelief: "That's it?"

"Otherwise?" Zhuang Ming did not turn around, remaining extremely indifferent.

McCarron's head is a little confused. Examine him?

Who is this guy?

Become a strong person?

McCarron scratched his head, as if the other party had indeed been helping him, as if he was really inspecting him.

So you value his potential?

If you become a strong man, can you agree directly?

What are the conditions?

Is it to join a special team?

Macallan couldn't figure it out, and he didn't dare ask.

While Zhuang Ming was driving quickly, the mysterious team not far behind McCarron was also washed away by the water.

Perhaps they are the most unlucky group of people.

Although each of them is stronger and more tenacious than McCarron, it is a pity that they are not as lucky as McCarron.

There's a vent every two miles, and McAllen happened to be near one, and they didn't have one.

And that underground pipe is still more than 500 feet above the ground.

So they were overwhelmed.

That's nonsense, yes, they were drowned.

The vitality is indeed strong, struggling hard in the current.

But after all, we are only humans and need oxygen.

Although not a force of nature, it is still a tomb.

The mysterious team was also pretty good, most of them didn't die, they just escaped after being full of food and drowned.

However, one unlucky guy was so dead that his stomach was as swollen as a ball and he rushed out of the entrance where he entered from the beginning.

What a bad luck!

Arriving at the bridge quickly, we saw a large oil tanker parked on top of a large number of engineering vehicles, no more, no less, exactly 14 vehicles.

McCarron immediately opened the car door, got out of the car, and looked at the large ship passing under the bridge.

Swallowing hard, it's so high!

At least over a hundred feet tall!

"Give you a rope." Zhuang Ming opened the car window and casually threw a thin rope to him.

Without waiting for his reply, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Macallan is about to cry but has no tears left. Isn't this rope as thick as a little finger useful?

Can you bear it?

Why did Zhuang Ming leave? Because the signal indicated that the gold was not on that tanker.

But on another tanker.

Three cunning rabbit holes!

This group of people can really mess around.

He dug pit after pit, but luckily he was smart and put trackers in them.

Otherwise, you may be cheated.

Zhuang Ming, who looked like a goshawk, jumped directly onto the tanker from the other side without hesitation.

Sure enough, boxes of gold bars and real banknotes were found in the tanker's warehouse.

I made a phone call and contacted Zhou Wu, checked the location of the next loading dock, and asked him to quickly prepare for the response.

Zhuang Ming's figure did not go straight to the cockpit, but first entered the resting place of the tanker.

Sensing the aura of Roy Matthew, the internal genetic warrior at the Federal Reserve Bank.

Boom, boom, boom!

"Sir, the captain asked me to bring you some food." A harmless voice sounded from Zhuang Ming's mouth. His cold face did not change at all, but the disguised voice was so natural.

"I don't need it!" A cold voice of rejection.

Zhuang Ming was about to kick the door, but the voice sounded again.

"Forget it, wait a minute, I happen to be a little hungry."

Tap tap tap~

The sound of footsteps came slowly.

Creak~

The door is open!

Then Roy Matthew only saw a terrifying dim light. The extreme danger made him stand on his head and retreat, but this was just his thought. Before his body could move, he fell into darkness.

It's his last memory.

I didn't feel any unusual aura, I didn't feel any danger, I didn't feel any strong people approaching.

In his perception, the identity Zhuang Ming deliberately revealed was that of an ordinary person.

He is a very ordinary person, so he has no defense at all.

Even if ordinary people hold firearms, their reaction ability is within the time range of their avoidance.

But this faint light was too fast.
Chapter completed!