Chapter 666: Fresno

Bunker Branch.

On the 7th floor underground, the mysterious building that has just been expanded for 2 months still exudes a damp smell of soil.

Steel walls and thigh-thick steel bars can be seen all around, forming a strong pillar to support this little-known space.

In the empty square, many figures could be seen, including girls in dresses with bright smiles.

White-collar elites in suits and leather shoes, carrying briefcases.

A handsome, successful man in a trench coat.

A young man with hot tinfoil and a tattered body, full of rebellion.

In a tuxedo, his clothes were ironed without any wrinkles, and he was a gentleman with a gentle smile and a cane.

A burly man in a baseball cap...a ​​homeless man in ragged clothes...a big muscular bully with bulging muscles...

These seemingly unconnected people are either sitting casually on the ground or leaning against the wall at this moment, looking like they are about to attend a different party.

It's just that when their eyes glanced at other people, they would find that there was a strange light and a dangerous breath in those eyes.

thump, thump, thump...

Footsteps gradually approached from the passage on the left, and Li Zitao in casual attire walked out of the dark passage and stood there with a blank expression on his face.

The crowd who were laughing and slacking just now stood up immediately, and everyone looked at him with curious, admiring, probing or complicated eyes.

"Thank you very much for coming in time. Someone will send you the target next. After the mission is over, someone will arrange for you to go to a different country.

Also... after leaving here, I hope you all forget what you saw. "

No one at the scene spoke, and Hans behind him came out and distributed the documents in his hand to everyone.

Whenever someone took the document, they immediately left the square with the document, and after 5 minutes, the second person left, followed by the third, the fourth...

When the last person left, several hours later, only Li Zitao and Hans were left in the empty square.

"Boss, such a big commotion..." Hans looked at him worriedly.

"I remember the branch has not practiced for a long time, prepare a set of clothes for me." Li Zitao said calmly, turned and walked into the passageway when he came in.

Twenty minutes later, a large number of special guards rushed out of the bunker branch, carrying heavy loads on their backs, and ran to the suburbs.

The car parked on the opposite side of the street slowly followed, monitoring the team of more than 500 people.

Good thing they weren't carrying any weapons, otherwise it would be more than just surveillance now.

At 6:25 PM, the team turned around from the Oro Hills in San Fernando and ran back to Los Angeles. It looked like an ordinary weight-bearing training.

But no one noticed that when passing the Oro Hill, a dozen figures disappeared in the lush forest of Sadterri Open Park next to the hill.

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California, Fresno.

There is a country club in a slightly desolate place next to Highway 180 in the southeastern suburbs.

For any American, the club is an all-too-familiar place, and every family grows up with countless clubs.

It's just that this club never receives ordinary people. It was jointly founded by several of the most famous local gangsters.

On weekdays, it is used as a place for the bosses to connect with each other and make deals. If there is any conflict between their gangs, they will also negotiate here.

It's just that the atmosphere today is very different. There are cars parked outside the club, and strong men with bulging waists stand around the club. There are at least over a hundred people.

The most conspicuous among them are a dozen men in high-end suits, holding machine guns in their hands, just so blatantly guarding the gate.

Looking at other people's eyes full of disdain, as if saying: a group of miscellaneous fish.

Inside the club, the dim lights looked a little depressing, and several gloomy men sat at the round table, looking at each other silently.

Sitting with his back facing the door is a smiling man with blond hair. Judging from the movements of other people who kept sweeping at him from the corners of their eyes,

He is the person in charge here.

"General Craig, we need an explanation." Seeing that the other party has been silent, someone said impatiently.

"What explanation?" said the blond Craig playfully.

"Why is he still alive, and your promise!" the man on the right said coldly.

"Whose person is in charge?" Craig looked at the crowd curiously; "Could it be mine?"

"The other party is very vigilant... Where is the sniper you promised?" The old man who was facing Craig looked at him angrily.

"The sniper was killed!" Craig's tone was a little disappointed when he mentioned this matter.

This was his mistake. He didn't expect that the protection around him would be so tight. Even the surrounding buildings were covered with people from SHIELD.

Now it seems that the bodyguards around him are just bait. Whenever he appears in one place, all the surrounding high-level crises will be ruled out.

However, compared to this matter, Craig is more concerned about another matter.

"Who did it to Garbo?" The smile on Craig's face gradually faded.

According to the information they received, the current Charlie Lee is like a raging lion, extending his claws to every tentacles.

Even the president's warnings were ignored, and no one else's phone calls were answered. Except for the hospital and his bunker branch in Los Angeles, he never went anywhere.

"We just want to add a bargaining chip. You said that you want to teach him a lesson. I think the lesson of losing a loved one is enough." The old man on the opposite side spoke slowly.

"Huh...my order? That's great, what should we do now?" Craig said with a sarcasm on his face: "Are you going to deal with him? Or you...you?"

The thing Craig regrets the most now is finding these self-righteous idiots.

They are like a bunch of dirty garbage, without the slightest bottom line, conscience, and more importantly, no brains.

If Li Zitao can be killed, those women are nothing. If Li Zitao can't be killed, then killing any woman will only drive him completely crazy.

As it is now, no one can contact him, not even the Rockefeller family.

"Mr. Admiral, if you call us here just to talk about such nonsense, I think that's the end of the party for today."

The old man sitting opposite Craig stood up, and the others also stood up, talking as if walking outside the door.

"Baal... this matter needs an explanation!" Craig's voice came from behind.

"Really? That's what you and the big shots need to worry about. It's time for me to go home to accompany the children." The old man named Barr smiled disdainfully, stretched out his hand and opened the door and walked out.

"Be careful, bang bang bang..."

Da da da……

"No..."

A chaotic voice sounded from outside the house, and bullets shot through the wooden door and wall behind him. Craig sat calmly in his seat, tasting the premium vodka in his hand.

Squeak.

The sound of firefighting stopped, the door studded with bullet holes was pushed open, and the footsteps on the wooden floor made a strange creaking sound.