Lian Sheng walked out from behind Diba and squeezed into the anxious crowd.

He walked up to stop the man in black and Cornell, and said with an irritable look on his face: "Forget it, don't beat him, since it's okay, we are not Glenn's people, don't cause more trouble here."

Cornell and Harry were still a little angry, but each took a step back.

The men in black who were beaten were really angry. If they hadn't had other tasks, they would never have let them go. But now they don't have time to bother them. At such a young age, it's not the target.

Lian Sheng said: "Go back, don't want to play anymore. Let's go back to school."

The agent then dragged Cornell with one hand and Harry with the other, stopped the two of them behind him, quickly retreated, and laughed and said with apologies: "It's a misunderstanding, it's all misunderstandings, please don't mind. They are all just children. We'll leave right away."

After pulling people far away, the agent sighed tiredly. Seeing them wanting to speak but stopping, they finally held back in frustration and said, "You stand here and don't move, I'll drive."

Lian Sheng looked around. From a distance, he saw Chen standing at the intersection of the street, preparing to approach them.

Stream winners began to confirm the positions of each party: "School brother, where are you now?"

Zhou Shirui said: "We have left the game hall and are now heading towards you."

"Strange wins, are you really not nervous at all?" Lu Mingyuan whispered, "I feel that it's a bit vain if I'm not here."

He didn't think it was possible to take the person out safely. When he knew that they agreed to rescue, he was shocked.

Ten people without any weapons, preparation, response, and experience must escape from a group of plainclothes who are well-armed, unknown and control the city surveillance system?

...What's the trouble?

"What are you nervous about? What's there to be nervous about?" Lian Sheng said, "It's nervous about it because I'm afraid of failure, but I don't even have a countermeasure now, so I don't know how to be nervous."

Everyone: "..."

A metaphor for Lian Sheng: "Just like when you were taking the exam, if you wrote a paper blindly, you have to guess how much hardship the teacher will give you. But if you hand in a blank paper, what are you still worried about? Are you worried that the teacher will give you a clean score for the paper?"

Everyone: "..."

"You... don't give me a Buddha at this time! Be nervous! What should they do if they increase the intensity of the investigation? How should people be transported out? These questions need to be answered imminently! Aren't they worthy of your nervousness?" Fang Jianchen shouted, "Smart people are a little conscious. The 100-meter flying knife has entrusted us to you, nine... Bah! Now it is eleven bloody lives! Pinch it in your palm!"

Winning in a row: "...but I can't fly out now."

Everyone: "..."

Lian Sheng stopped teasing them and said seriously: "Go to check the location first to see if there are any loopholes. You can't let me fuck blindly."

"Don't be too pessimistic. The opponent is obviously more nervous than us now. People have been brought out, and the initiative is on our side. No action or plan is perfect, and there will always be various variables. How to grasp and utilize these variables is the key to our success." Lian Sheng said, "Nervousness can speed up the thinking speed of your brain and strengthen your ability to respond to the outside world. But panic will blind your sight and make good sense of your thoughts."

Lian Sheng glanced at the time again: "There are even more dangerous situations, so you should get used to it. Instead of giving up pessimistically, it is better to think about whether you have left any loopholes. As long as you go forward, the road may appear. If you stand there, you can't do anything."

Of course, winning streak is also nervous, but in a team, there must be a stabilizing needle. She is used to maintaining her usual appearance.

At this time, Ye Buqing and Cheng Ze turned from another direction, and Zhou Shirui and the other two came over. Their group successfully joined.

Soon after, the agent drove his car and asked, "Where are you going now?"

Everyone got into the car, Lian Sheng said, "We have a few friends, go and pick them up."

"How many?" the agent raised his hand and counted it and asked, "How many of you are there? You are all in Di just now, where did he go?"

Lian Sheng: "He just handed it out, go out to buy something. We are going back to school now."

The agent asked: "You don't buy anything anymore? What about our Cornell's brain?"

Lian Sheng said: "I won't buy it."

The agent said unfairly: "Why?!"

Lian Sheng did not compete with him and asked to the communicator: "Lance Where are you now? Is it convenient to speak?"

There was no response from the other person.

Stream shouted again: "Lance?"

Ji Ban said: "He has just quit."

Lian Sheng took out his brain and looked carefully, and found that the person was really not in the group.

Ye Buqing said: "Is he still in Di? I haven't seen him yet."

"Before hanging up, I was in the Di Bar all the time." Zhou Shirui said, "He was also there when we were talking on the roadside."

"There is another person here? Do you want to wait for him to come?" said the agent. "Young people are young people, and making friends is just a matter of two words. Who is Lance? If you go along, you are also a student of the University of Finance and Economics?"

Stream win pointed out Lance's name and sent him a private chat.

Soon Lance replied, "You go first. Take Maxwell with you."

Lian Sheng asked: "Will you pick you up together?"

There was no response from Lance again.

Lian Sheng tapped his fingers on his legs and frowned without saying a word.

Harry asked, "What should I do now? Should I wait for him?"

"We can't stay in this place for too long, let's go first. If he can get two people to this place, he should have a way to go out by himself." Lian Sheng said, "Brother Tom, go straight to the two intersections and turn right."

The agent looked at the man in black walking in the distance, and felt a vague premonition. He stepped on the accelerator and wanted to escape from here quickly.

Zhao Zhuolu was taken into the car by them halfway through.

Stream leaned in and gave up his position. He walked into the back seat with a dying man on his back, then slumped in the seat as if relaxed, and let out a long breath.

The mental pressure is too great.

Sitting on the side of the road, watching the people coming and going pass by him, for fear that they would stop alone and look at Maxwell's face.

He didn't even dare to look up easily. He carried the person as if he was carrying a cannonball, forgot to think about what the normal reaction should be. He could only judge the distance from their conversation and comfort himself a little.

The agent glanced into the rearview mirror from time to time.

The person Zhao Zhuolu brought with him didn't move much since he got in the car. He was wearing Ye Buqing's coat, occasionally shook his hands and tilted his head to show his struggled vitality.

However, his breathing was very weak. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, his intermittent groans could be judged that this person should be injured.

A good citizen for a lifetime suddenly became a little panicked at this moment.

Cornell's face means that maybe he is not an ordinary person. What should he do if he was involved in something dangerous?

Oh my God, he can't do it!

The agent asked in a low voice: "Your new friend has nothing to do with the group of people in Diba?"

Lian Sheng stretched out his hand from behind and suddenly slapped the agent on the shoulder.

The agent shivered suddenly and heard the girl ask: "What do you think of war?"

"How do I think of war..." the agent said euphemistically, "What does it matter?"

Winning streak: "If there is an opportunity to change the world before you..."

The agent blurted out without thinking: "I will throw it away!"

Winning streak: "…"

A strong desire to survive.

"Don't talk!" The agent shook his shoulders, trying to shake off his hand. He said in a dangerous tone: "What did you do without me?!"

Stream continued to ask: "If there is a chance to change the world about to hit you, would you choose to be smashed to death or embrace it with your arms open?"

broker:"……"

He chose to park on the side.

Lian Sheng patted the back of the chair hard and said, "Let's go! Then go to your friend. What do you want to do? Remind you that we have no chance of breaking up now, and the other party will not believe anything you say. Even if you park here, the final result will be to die with us. Do you know there is a saying that you would rather kill by mistake than let go?"

"Tell me who he is first!" the agent collapsed and shouted, "You can't treat me like this! I have done my best to you, and I have never done bad things. I have even taken you around the street!"

Winning Stream: "We are good citizens. Trust me."

Believe in her evil! The agent said: "I don't believe it!"

Lian Sheng slapped Maxwell's chest sideways. The opponent was in pain and let out a muffled groan, but his consciousness was slightly restored, and he opened his eyes to look at the person in front of him.

Maxwell whispered: "Lance?"

The agent suddenly breathed suffocated, afraid that she would explain the person to her car: "Don't be impulsive!"

"Your Lance is not here. This is one of your leaders, Maxwell." Lian Shengren answered half a sentence, and reiterated: "We were also ordered in the face of danger. In the Dee Bar, someone asked us to bring him out. Before that, I had never seen him. Such an opportunity to go out was really rare. I originally wanted to refuse, but in his political position of advocating a good relationship with the alliance, I would like to agree and try it first. Otherwise, why should an international student save you?"

Lian Sheng put his head in front and said, "In comparison, your relationship with him is much closer than that with him. We are just international students in District 14, right?"

The agent shook his hands and turned on the light in the back seat. Lian Sheng pinched Maxwell's chin and made him raise his head. The agent saw it clearly and took a deep breath again, incredible: "It's really you! Mr. Maxwell! How could you be in the port? Oh my God, I actually saw you myself!"

Lian Sheng nodded: "That's it. Is it powerful?"

The agent was so nervous that he was incoherent that he angrily shouted: "Let go... let go of your hands!"

Maxwell was unconscious, but still did not forget his mission. He stretched out his hand weakly, patted his front seat, and said, "Please protect Glenn's future and peace..."

The agent just looked at the back of his chair and left a vague bloody handprint.

"..." the agent shouted, "Yes sir! I will do my best!"

Maxwell fainted in satisfaction.
To be continued...