A week passed in a flash.

It was a week since the last fierce battle in the high school in Shanghai last time. Qin Yalan finally took a day off after the initial busy interview and rested at home.

After breakfast, Beiming left the apartment.

For him, the increasing purchase volume now forced him to go from the suburban warehouse once a week to now twice a week.

Listening to the music flowing from the player, I was speechless all the way until I left Beiming, I suddenly realized something was wrong...

Through the rearview mirror.

Beiming discovered... someone seemed to be following the back of his car?!

I couldn't help but be shocked.

But his eyes were a little cold, and Bei Ming did not react violently immediately. Instead, he looked at the license plate of the black car behind through the rearview mirror. Although the distance between the two sides was very far, with the powerful vampire vision, Bei Ming still did not find out clearly the four men sitting in the car.

‘Is it exposed?’ Bei Ming thought to himself that shifting gears in his hand slightly increased the speed, but it was not like escaping, but rather like the normal state of acceleration after most people drove away from the city with a large number of vehicles.

However.

When Bei Ming saw the car that was also starting to accelerate from the rearview mirror, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the car behind, the men who had been spotted by their target were talking about something. The city has already left here, and there is no traffic light or road interfering, and there is no fear of losing their target, so the few people seem a little relaxed.

Among them, one of the people sitting in the back seat of the driver's seat was holding a photo. The face was exactly like Bei Ming, and there were also information such as height and weight on the side.

"Boss? Are you too careful? Is it necessary for us to catch such a creamy youngster? Isn't it okay to just send two police officers from the police station?" The man looked at Bei Ming's handsome face and marked weight in the photo and complained with some disdain.

Sitting in the passenger seat was a middle-aged man with a flat head, square face and tall nose, a pair of eyes not big but very energetic.

He glanced at the vehicle in front of him, and turned his head to the three team members in the car and said, "A few days ago, the hair came from the information that many of our military deployments in Shencheng...even the plans to explore several worlds were stolen by the Americans! This must be a problem with the insider. After investigation, it was found that some people from Shencheng TV took advantage of the interview to do these things. The people who participated in the interviews in those days included three female hosts, three cameramen, one driver, one recording and two scene records. The radio director and director who proposed to approve this matter may be American spies."

"I checked... Although the other people were also suspected, the man in the car in front was the most suspicious. At the beginning, my colleague who looked for his information thought that this was an unfamous little star in the entertainment industry? A trainee or something... After careful examination, I found that the man's ID card was fake! Although the information in his household registration seemed to be fine, once I went to the location to investigate, I could find that there was no such person in the local area!"

"And... the biggest question is, did this man see the blue eyes? That's not the contact lens glasses."

"Not a beautiful contact lens? How can Chinese people have blue eyes?" The man who started talking scratched his head and said.

"Yes...so you have to find out!".

"Don't worry, boss! I will fold my arm for you with one hand!" The man in the back seat smiled fiercely on his face.

He frowned - this kid is good everywhere, but his temper is too cruel and he is from a fighting squad in the army, and his actions are not light or heavy. In the past two years, there are not only one or two people who have been fighting disabled people.

However, it is a department that specializes in dealing with domestic enemy spies and sabotage elements. Although he is a little dissatisfied with the violence under his command, he also understands that such people are often the most effective.

After suppressing his thoughts, the four of them quietly followed Beiming's car to the warehouse in the suburbs.

The worn iron door is locked at this time.

However, after Bei Ming pressed the horn twice, a tall middle-aged man walked out of the guard room next to the iron gate. When he saw Bei Ming in the car, he immediately bowed respectfully and quickly took out the key and opened the iron gate.

Beiming's car drove in.

From afar, the four of them could not help but look at each other: from the overly respectful attitude of the middle-aged man, the few could see that... Bei Ming seemed to have a big problem!

...

Of course, the few people would not do anything in the warehouse. After waiting for a while, when Beiming drove away from the warehouse again and walked halfway, the car suddenly rushed out in a narrow place to block the road ahead.

Two people rushed out of the grass behind the car at the same time, holding their pistols and surrounding them!

"Don't move!".

"get off!".

"Put your hand on the steering wheel!" Several people's shocking angrily shouted from all directions. If ordinary people were afraid of this sudden change, they would not be able to exert 50% of their strength. They surrendered.

But this level of threat is as ridiculous as a few hamsters screaming at wild cats for Bei Ming!

He pressed the window and put the glass down: "How can I get off the car if I don't move? Does it mean to put my hand on the steering wheel?"

Seeing the target's reaction, the few people frowned, but the most irritable agent rushed to the front of the car door without hesitation. The big fist hit Bei Ming's cheek and pounded it hard!

All three people who are familiar with him know how heavy a punch is for this reckless man who has practiced Sanda for many years! Not to mention that Bei Ming in the car is a "idol type" with a slender figure, even those rogues who are big and round waists, used to fighting and getting fists, will have to spit out a mouthful of blood and a few teeth when they are hit by this punch!

However.

Such a fierce punch was "lightly" grabbed by the other party with one hand!

"Let go!" Before the shouting of several people was completely heard, they could only hold the other person's palm! There was only a "click" sound... the fierce man who thought he was kneeling in front of the car door screamed and knelt in front of the car door.

Looking closely, it made people feel cold - the fist of the companion's sand bowl was now like a twisted model, and the bones were broken and dislocated! Each finger seemed to be no longer in its original position!

"Shoot!" With a roar, three pistols rang almost at the same time!

Bang bang bang!!!

However.

The bullet penetrated the windshield and the glass of the rear door, but failed to hit Bei Ming, who had already rushed out of the car at the fastest speed.

One man was less than two meters ahead. Although he could not fully see Bei Ming's movements, after a long period of training, he had already begun to turn the gun.

But...it's still too slow! (To be continued)
Chapter completed!