Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Code-named hero, the existence of dialects has been exposed. It is currently located in Japan and is being pursued by enemy agents. All possible support is needed!" Yan Hongchang said.

Inside the microphone, there was no reply for a long time, which made Yan Hongchang's heart instantly lift.

"Xiaoyan, can you keep him there?" The old voice continued to sound, but Yan Hongchang's heart was relieved.

"It is very difficult. At present, Japan's outbound routes have been completely blocked, and our intelligence personnel in Japan have been exposed, but we do not know the extent of this exposure. Therefore, we dare not easily let the nearest intelligence personnel communicate with him. Contact!" Yan Hongchang replied, "According to estimates,"

"How important is the thing in his hand?"

A vigorous voice came, which instantly interrupted Yan Hongchang's words.

"A hard disk, which he copied from the future lion awakening base with his first-level authority, can be said to allow us to make a leap forward in technology in a short period of time!"

Yan Hongchang replied, but at the same time, the voice on the other side disappeared from the microphone again, and it took a long time before it came out again.

"Can you be sure?"

"The intelligence officers have confirmed it, and there is a logo on the hard drive!" Yan Hongchang replied solemnly, standing straight without a trace of bending.

"I see, I will arrange it, don't worry about the loss there, we will immediately issue a diplomatic protest, and you will cooperate and prepare!"

"Yes!"

"Beep! Beep!"

A busy tone came, Yan Hongchang saluted, then put the microphone in his hand back, turned and walked out of the office, looking at Ling Ya who was yelling constantly in the hall, and the spot of light still moving on the light screen, his facial expression instantly Chill down.

Walking to the staff responsible for contacting the intelligence personnel, Yan Hongchang opened his mouth, but stopped again, he took a deep breath, and then said, "Send a message to all the shallow intelligence personnel in Japan immediately, The content is as follows, in any form, whether it is an explosion or a terrorist attack, the destination should be placed in a place where the flow of people is relatively concentrated, take pictures and send them to us, and then flee to the Middle East or Africa..."

Speaking of this, Yan Hongchang paused again, looked at the unbelievable expressions of the staff next to him, and said coldly without doubt, "In addition, the motherland will remember them!"

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the satellite map in front of him. The light spot was still moving. The complete satellite image had already appeared on it. The convoy of agents chasing behind him, and the roadblock formed by the Japanese National Police Agency... …

"Which way to go next, the firepower behind is getting stronger and stronger!"

"At the next intersection, turn right, our people will block the chasing vehicles behind you at that intersection!"

The constant voices sounded, and Yan Hongchang's face was covered with frost again, which was the frost he once faced the enemy.

The choice is always between a thought...

……

"Boom!"

A loud bang sounded from the intersection that Dialect had just passed by. He turned his head and looked at the rearview mirror. A blaze of fire stood in the middle of the intersection. Vehicles were completely blocked at that intersection.

"Go straight ahead, then turn left at the third intersection!"

A voice came from the mobile phone next to him, and the dialect listened, looked forward again, and whispered softly, "Good luck!"

"Dialect, what did you say?"

"No!"

Dialect's face instantly turned serious, looking at the third intersection, he slammed the steering wheel, ignoring the traffic lights and plunged directly into the left-hand traffic.

"Go straight, turn right at the next intersection, there will be a shopping mall, get off there, and then disguise to escape, the safe house location has been sent to your mobile phone!"

The voice continued to come from the mobile phone. Looking at the shopping center next to him, Dialect stopped the car, picked up the mobile phone and briefcase next to him, and quickly ran into the crowd.

"Sir, we got lost!"

"Damnit, fuck, shit!" A series of curses spit out from the white man's mouth, and the image on the screen finally only stayed on the shopping center.

"boom!"

The white man smashed the table hard, looked at the Nuoda shopping mall, took a breath, slowly calmed down, turned his head and picked up the headset.

"Immediately block the shopping center and conduct strict investigations..."

……

"MISS, check out!" Diao Yan said, handing over the cash he had just withdrawn. He had been re-matched with black clothes, and his eyes were also wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

"Sir, walk slowly!"

The change was handed back to Dialect. He smiled at the lady at the counter, put on the baseball cap on his hand, carried a brand new password box, and walked quickly towards the subway station not far away.

The sound of alarm bells rang out around the street. At the same time, several black Land Rover SUVs also stopped at the intersection. Dialect looked at it, lowered the brim of his hat slightly, followed the surrounding crowd and walked into the subway station. past.

The voices outside began to roar, and after walking into the underground passage, he quickened his pace again, and came to the ticket vending machine~www.wuxiaspot.com~ quickly compared the mobile phone with the station logo on the ticket vending machine, and bought the ticket. After getting a ticket, I walked into the platform.

"The next train will arrive in 20 seconds!"

Ling Ya's voice came from the headset, and at the same time, the ticket office behind her started to make noise.

Dialect glanced back, then quickly turned back, looking at the light that had begun to light up at the end of the tunnel, the corners of his mouth moved out a little.

"Here!"

An agent yelled, and Mark looked over in an instant, but only saw a back who was stepping into the train.

The front of the dialect was reflected on the glass of the door opposite the train. He was stunned for a while, and then rushed towards the dialect.

"Stop!" Mark roared, went directly across the security check between the platforms, and ran onto the platform, but could only watch the train slowly start and then speed away.

"Oh, shit!"

Mark clenched his fists, then released them. Looking at the empty platform, he pressed the headset and said, "Headquarters, subway station, immediately mobilize surveillance and capture faces!"

"receive!"

……

"Huh!"

Dialect let out a long sigh of relief, looked at the dark tunnel outside the window, and leaned on the seat holding the password box.

"Dialect, disguise immediately, you only have less than 8 minutes."

A voice came from the headset, Fang Yan sighed, opened the lockbox he was holding, took out a suit and put it on his body, and then replaced the white baseball cap on his head with a black hip-hop cap. Down.

Looking at what was left in the password box, Dialect gritted his teeth, glanced at the crowd around him, and still took out the cosmetics in the box...