Text Chapter 669 Who Has No Trump Card?

After the camp alarm sounded, more military vehicles drove around the headquarters, and some drove out of the camp, presumably to hunt down the two Indian suspects. However, although there are many cars now, they are not as orderly and chaotic as before. This also gives Qin Lang and Ma Zhenyong the possibility to fish in troubled waters.

To enter the command building of the Eighth Regiment, you need two things:

Documents! Fingerprint scan!

Only when the ID and fingerprints match can one enter the gate of the command building.

If Wei Han was allowed to take action, Qin Lang could easily steal an ID, but without fingerprints, it would be useless.

"Damn, it seems that we can only wait for this old guy Ye Bingcheng to come out before taking action. Damn, he won't stay in there for the rest of his life." Ma Zhenyong cursed in a low voice. He felt that his actions tonight were really not good at all. smoothly.

"What a fool! Why don't we let people eat? This damn Indian spy has made it hard for us to even have dinner!" Ma Zhenyong was cursing, and some soldiers in the Eighth Regiment camp were also cursing. This time Perhaps because they were alternately standing guard, it was their turn to have dinner now. As soon as they had dinner, the alarm sounded, so these few people could only grab the steamed buns and gnaw on them as they rushed over to a car. Military vehicles trotted past.

"There's a chance!" An idea suddenly came to Qin Lang's mind, and then he blew the insect flute with a very low and almost imperceptible sound.

Ma Zhenyong couldn't figure out what Qin Lang was doing again, but because he had seen Qin Lang's bizarre methods, Ma Zhenyong could only hope that Qin Lang would continue to create miracles.

And Qin Lang did it. In an instant, summoned by the insect flute, a group of bats suddenly rushed towards the soldiers eating steamed buns. The sudden "attack" made the soldiers no longer care about what kind of steamed buns they were eating, and quickly threw away the steamed buns in their hands to drive away these damn bats. However, these soldiers did not notice at all that when the bat "raided", the passes of three of the soldiers had been stolen by Wei Han.

Although Wei Han is not a professional thief, with his skills and his nimble fingers for controlling hidden weapons, he can do it faster and more secretly than any other thief.

Three passes, easy to get!

The soldiers climbed onto the military vehicle without noticing that their passes had been stolen.

"I have the documents, but where are the fingerprints?" Ma Zhenyong admired Qin Lang's methods, but he didn't know how Qin Lang could "steal" the fingerprints of three people quietly.

"The fingerprints are here." Qin Lang pointed to the steamed buns that fell on the ground. He picked up one of the steamed buns, then took out a small bottle from the bag on his body, and then sprayed a little of the liquid in the bottle on the steamed buns. Soon, several clear black fingerprint marks appeared on the steamed bun.

Of course Ma Zhenyong knew that these fingerprint marks were left by the soldiers just now. After all, many people would pinch some fingerprints on the surface of the steamed buns when they took them with their hands, but Qin Lang easily made these fingerprints very obvious. , it feels like magic.

However, Ma Zhenyong saw the real "magic" next. Qin Lang threw the steamed bun with fingerprints to Wei Han. Wei Han flashed the knife in his palm and immediately "peeled" the half of the steamed bun. Leave a piece of steamed bun scalp. Even the best plastic surgeon at skin grafting is probably nothing compared to Wei Han.

With the knife in his hand, Wei Han peeled off the "skin" of the three steamed buns. Then Qin Lang, Ma Zhenyong and Wei Han each put a piece of steamed bun skin on their palms, then took their IDs and presented to the Eight Tuan Group. The command building strode over.

Because of the camp's alarm, there were quite a few people entering and exiting the command building. Although ID checks would still be carried out, the intensity of the one-by-one inspections had definitely weakened.

drop!

Qin Lang handed over his ID, scanned the fingerprint recognition area on his palm, and passed the test easily.

Ma Zhenyong and Wei Han also successfully passed the guard and entered the hall of the command building.

However, this is only the first step of the plan. Their goal is to capture Ye Bingcheng, but now they can't even figure out Ye Bingcheng's specific location.

"Follow that lieutenant colonel!" Ma Zhenyong was unambiguous at the critical moment. His mind was spinning rapidly. He recognized the beer-bellied lieutenant colonel who had just entered the headquarters at this time as Yao Xianghua, the commander of the Eighth Regiment. Judging from the nervous and anxious look on Yao Xianghua's face, one knew that this guy must have something to report, and the person to whom he was reporting must undoubtedly be Ye Bingcheng.

Qin Lang immediately understood the situation, and the three of them followed Yao Xianghua into the elevator.

The elevator stopped at the eleventh floor of the command building.

Yao Xianghua walked towards an office at the far end.

At this time, Qin Lang and the others did not follow immediately, because the corridor was full of soldiers with live ammunition, and the place was heavily guarded.

Qin Lang must make sure that Ye Bingcheng is here before he can take action.

Yao Xianghua arrived at the door of the farthest office and waited at the door for a while before entering.

With Yao Xianghua's status in the Eighth Regiment, the only person who could allow him to wait at the door was undoubtedly Ye Bingcheng.

Ma Zhenyong noticed this, so he nodded to Qin Lang and reminded Qin Lang that Ye Bingcheng should be there.

Qin Lang also nodded, because the moment the office opened the door, Qin Lang heard a voice of "come in" coming from inside. This voice was Ye Bingcheng's voice. Qin Lang had already heard Ye Bingcheng at the headquarters of the 843rd Army before. voice, and he would remember it unmistakably.

"Do it!" Qin Lang gave an order to Wei Han.

There are a total of fourteen soldiers in the passage. These soldiers are definitely well-trained elite soldiers, but for Wei Han, it can be solved by just raising his hand. In fact, these people didn't even see Wei Han's action clearly, they were already hit by flying needles, and their whole bodies were quickly paralyzed.

Just now, Ma Zhenyong tightened his grip on the gun loaded with paralysis bullets, but he obviously had no chance to take action.

However, the passage here is equipped with a monitor. Although the monitor has been broken by Qin Lang, the people in the monitoring room will definitely notice the problem soon, so Qin Lang and the others do not have much time to act.

boom!

Wei Han kicked the door of Ye Bingcheng's room away with one kick.

Qin Lang and Ma Zhenyong followed closely behind.

But the moment the three of them entered the room, they all had many little red dots on their bodies, which meant that they had been targeted by many guns at the same time.

There was actually a group of guards lurking in the room.

Although all three of them wore body armor, everyone knows that body armor is not a panacea, especially body armor that cannot prevent the other party from blowing your head.

"You three idiots, Luo Haichuan sent you to die!"

In the room, a middle-aged officer glanced at Qin Lang and the others with disdain, "Luo Haichuan actually wants to kill me. It's too young! I can be the boss of the 84th and 3rd Army. Of course I have some skills in my hands." The trump card! You three, do you think I dare not kill you? If you die here tonight, it was all the work of spies!"

"True card? Who doesn't have one?" Qin Lang looked at Ye Bingcheng with an even more disdainful expression, as if he was sizing up a prisoner.