Rick logs into the Secret Service's internal system on his computer and finds the Peregmentation Task Delivery Interface.

The hymn was a mercenary codename, and Rick had never seen him, except that the mercenary was from the Arctic Fox Mercantile Corps.

The Arctic Fox Mercanium is strange, and its information can be found online, and this organization is not a company but a real mercenary team, which ranks sixth among the world's top ten mercenary organizations.Not entering the top five does not mean that their strength is general, on the contrary, the combat effectiveness of this mercenary group is very strong.The U.S. military ranked them sixth only because they had only 34 members.Most of these members are retired members of the U.S. Special Forces and other European special forces, most of whom are employed by private individuals or governments on tasks that violate international law, such as kidnappings and assassinations, after records showed a Chinese-American soldier also participating in the force.

The hymn is the Chinese soldier.

Rick’s eyes stayed on the task delivery interface, and the expression on his face was somewhat uncertain.

Kelly, who was on the mission to carry out the assassination, has been decided, and Rick does not know why Kelly chose the peregrine, perhaps because he has done beautifully in several previous orders in the Middle East.Rick rubs his forehead and sends the assignment, and he needs to wait for a response from the perimeter.

Walking back and forth in the office, Rick was anxious, and he looked out at the window, confirming that no one was nearby, and then entered a string of addresses on the computer.

A TXT text popped up on the screen, and Rick typed some text on it, and then a little down the fork in the top right corner of the text.The text disappeared from the screen, and Rick was relieved that he knew that the message had been sent out, and then he could only see how to deal with it there.

The information just sent out is a one-way operation, and the information is irreversible after it is passed out, and the transmission channel will be immediately closed and self-destructed, unless it is found on the spot, otherwise after the operation is completed, no trace can be found.Just like a person talking to a tree hole, after speaking, there is nothing left in the hole.

The items on the table were sorted, and Rick put away his admiration for the compatriots who invented the system, and prepared to change clothes to Martin's appointment.

...

In the Liujiang base, a red light was lit on a machine in the monitoring room.A staff member pressed the button above and began to see what was on the screen.

“Please inform the Intelligence Section of the National Security Agency that the ‘tree hole’ system of the No. 5 Intelligence Station receives a message.”Staff relayed the message and recorded it.

“The fifth station?”After receiving the notice, Han Zheng first stood up from the chair in the office, the expression was somewhat stunned.

“The duty officer of this intelligence station was all sacrificed on the day of the mutation, and I have seen the statistical report at that time, and I have not lived.”Jiang Qin touched his chin and explained what he had learned.

“This news comes from comrades who have been in contact with the intelligence station on a single line, the important level is not yet clear, and the people who docked with this mouth in our intelligence station have sacrificed, and things are not easy to do.”Han took a few steps in the office first, came to a large display, and looked at some of the highlights that were still shining on it.

Han was first the head of the intelligence section, and when the disaster broke out, his department had a lot of losses.After being transferred to the Liujiang base, the work of the intelligence department began to shrink, and many intelligence stations had previously chosen to give up because of the sacrifice of personnel.However, in recent times, there have been no major events between countries, and there are few situations that require their attention.Just now, a deprecated intelligence station suddenly showed that it had received the news outside, which really surprised Han Kechang.

"There is no small matter of intelligence work, we have to send someone to the No. 5 intelligence station immediately," Han Zhen first settled down, said to Jiang Qin, "Xiao Jiang, information archiving has always been your responsibility, the situation before the No. 5 intelligence station you should be familiar with it."

"Well, this is standing in Ningbo," Jiang Qin thought about it, "we don't have any people in the area around that side at present, if you want to arrange manpower, you can only borrow from other places."

"That well, I can coordinate," Han nodded first, "and you'll talk about your arrangements."

"Okay," Jiang Qin went to the map hanging on the wall and said with his finger in a place in the city of Wuzhou, "according to the information I have compiled, the whole city of Ningbo has no complete military force, and the nearest camp is only the Luozhou City Chicken Cage Mountain Refuge."

“The number of people in this shelter is about 2,000, and the provincial police force responsible for the management and maintenance of the security is not more than 300 soldiers.” Jiang Qin continued, "From here, you need to coordinate with Han Kechang, and in addition, you need to cross Shaoxing, Yuyao and other places in the middle, the road will not be easy."

"I see," Han Zheng first took his eyes off the map, "I'll go and find Lao Shao."

...

Liu Jiajun lying on the bed and pushing the stool just finished a set of push, he stood up to pick up the hanging on the next shelf of the towel to wipe the sweat, a set of professional exercise project to push the end, he still feel some unfinished.

It was the third month of the disaster, and he had lost contact with many of his partners, and was stuck in the villa every day in addition to spending time with fitness, and occasionally practiced shooting.

Liu Jiajun's villa is located in a rich community called "Spring River Flower Moon" on the banks of the Qiantang River, the villa is very large, in addition to a garden before and after, there are two deep basements under it.

Liu Jiajun's identity is a flat model, his work is very free, so often travel around the world.As a Chinese mixed race, he has a handsome appearance and a straight posture, coupled with bodybuilding, which makes him very famous in the modeling circle.

The villa has been specially renovated, and the functions inside have been far beyond the scope of life.The decoration of the ground floor is very luxurious atmosphere, and dozens of rooms are distributed in the space of three floors.The open-air balcony is also very spacious, with several comfortable lounge chairs to facilitate the owner to enjoy the sun, and the position near the railing is a pool with a fake mountain.In the basement at the bottom, as many as six rooms were used to store various supplies and firearms and ammunition, two backup generators and a complete civilian water purification system were placed inside, and the water purification system was directly connected to the Qiantang River, more than 100 meters away.

Another of Liu Jiajun’s identities is a mercenary, that is, a killer.He is known as the "paracony" in this unknown circle, and the top officials of many countries know his code name, but few people have seen his true face, and no one knows that model Liu Jiajun is a "wandering hymn".

In the past, many friends liked to come to Liu Jiajun's villa to open Party.The villa is Linjiang, the decoration facilities are first-class, and the owner of the villa is humorous and handsome.Many of the beautiful models who came to PARTY were thinking of ways to create some opportunities to stay overnight.

The women who hugged him were endless, but Liu Jiajun had always been as if they were in the water.The man who licks blood on the tip of the knife is not addicted to the gentle countryside, let alone his world-class killer.

The women around him were like clouds, and Liu Jiajun did not distance himself from them, but on the contrary, he often used them as a cover and disguise.Not only that, he often participates in various model competitions and commercials, and uses a phrase from his friends to call it "as long as there are cameras and magnesium lights."

The so-called "black under the lamp" is this truth, Liu Jiajun knows the psychology of the world, although he is not young, but because of mixed-race, IQ is much higher than ordinary people, and has received a variety of education and training from childhood, in the years to China, there has been no interruption of learning and training.

“The last person to die in his hands was a prince in the Middle East,” Liu Jiajun put a towel around his neck, his feet were already on the treadmill, and some past memories began to help him pass the boring time."The poor fellow is only ahead of the succession to the throne, and it is precisely he who belongs to the pro-Chinese faction of the country."

"It is really complicated between countries," Liu Jiajun sighed, he came from the United States, his mother is a Mi Chinese.When he took over the task of assassinating the prince from a Department of Homeland Security, he felt that things would not be easy, and behind the operation was a big game of chess.

Liu Jiajun knows that if the prince becomes a climate, he is likely to use his influence to promote the Arab League's process of oil settlement in the RMB.However, if you do not take this life, there will be other people to pick up, the prince's identity and position are destined that his life will not be quiet.

“You’ve received new information,” came a sweet female voice from a special phone, and the screen flashed with the sound.

Liu Jiajun stepped down from the treadmill, picked up the mobile phone placed next to him, and opened a program on it.

“The new mission!”A striking red circle in the mission system jumped into his eyes.After so long, the outside world has undergone earth-shaking changes, Liu Jiajun once thought that the world has been destroyed, and the surviving human beings will die in the forgotten.

The fingers pressed down slightly trembling, and after Liu Jiajun opened the information, the first inspection system jumped out.He pressed his thumb up and the system needed to match his fingerprints.

"Hunt," the phone issued a crisp bee, indicating that the inspection was qualified.

Liu Jiajun held the mobile phone in front of him, letting the red light on the upper part of the pupil of his left eye, which was the second test, and the beeping sounded again.

"Look at what role you need to get rid of this time," Liu Jiajun said to himself, "Liu Yin Hotel, don't leave a living mouth."

In the mission statement, there is no introduction to the target identity, which makes Liu Jiajun very surprised, he knows that the task comes from the core department of the US government, but this is the first time that the target is not informed.

“No living mouths . . . there are enough words,” Liu Jiajun turned off the treadmill, walked out of the gym, and turned the stairs to his studio.

A map of the city of Wuzhou unfolded on the table in front of Liu Jiajun, and he took out his pen and ruler to measure and mark it.This task he has been next, click "OK" moment, Cai Wenyue will receive confirmation of the message.As for the task conditions in the column, Liu Jiajun did not fill in a word, although the other side expressed the attitude is to let him open, but the world has now become like this, he has what he needs.The reason why Liu Jiajun took this job, Liu Jiajun just to find a reason to go out breathable, and only to take the work, he felt that he was still the fearless "permeal".