Two armed helicopters hovered above the building, and more than a dozen police armored vehicles were pieced together to form a temporary position on the ground. There were also many ambulances with their lights flashing, ready to sound their sirens and step on the gas at any time.

There were too many cars. Li Changzhou glanced around a couple of times, but before he could get a clear look at the situation, Zheng Qing had already spotted them.

"We've been waiting for you." She walked over quickly.

“My brother is dawdling,” Li Qianxia immediately complained.

"I'm sorry," Li Changzhou said with an apologetic smile.

"Come on over." Zheng Qing didn't linger and led the three of them into the position.

The surrounding soldiers were fully armed and wearing gas masks.

Among this group, besides them, there were three other people dressed in civilian clothes.

Zheng Qing said, "All six of you are players with identity cards. Thank you for participating in this mission. Whether you want to introduce yourselves is up to you; I won't interfere."

Among the three people opposite, a short, stout middle-aged man smiled and said to Li Changzhou and the others, "Lou Yong, the owner of Lou's Gym, nice to meet you."

“Li Changzhou, your student, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Li Changzhou replied.

Li Qianxia and Yang Qinglan remained silent. They were standing behind Li Changzhou, seemingly as his followers, but in reality, they were Li Changzhou's bosses.

The other man was young, appeared to be a high school student, and wore frameless round glasses.

"Hello Brother Li, my name is Tang Yijun, my game nickname is 'Everything Goes Wrong'." He greeted him very familiarly, without a trace of the shyness of a high school student.

"Hello, my game nickname is 'Owl'."

The last one was a woman, very beautiful, with meticulously trimmed shoulder-length brown hair, carefully selected clothes, fair skin, delicate makeup, and a sense of distance.

She has large breasts. Extremely large breasts.

"Gusu Murong".

Is this the approach you're going to use?

"I am Qiao Feng of Mingcheng," Li Changzhou clasped his hands in a fist salute, and then introduced his sister and Yang Qinglan in a deep voice, "This is my second sister A'Zhu, and my third sister A'Zi."

"......"

Li Qianxia tugged at her brother's sleeve and whispered in his ear, "Brother, her 'Mu' is the 'Mu' in 'wood,' 'Rong' is the 'Rong' in 'hibiscus,' and 'Gusu' is the 'Gusu City.' She's a celebrity!"

"Isn't this a provocation? I was ready to unleash my Taizu Long Fist and let the guys from Suzhou know how powerful the local bullies of Ming City are."

"Don't embarrass yourself," Yang Qinglan said.

"Let's lighten the mood." Li Changzhou remained silent.

Why would a celebrity from Gusu City go to Ming City and even join Ming City's official group? He has absolutely no interest in it.

Instead of wasting time, you should spend more time practicing the Mighty Bull Demon Fist and taking a closer look at the center of the universe.

The three players opposite Li Changzhou looked at him strangely, thinking that he was not normal. Could it be that he saw a beautiful female celebrity and couldn't help but act strangely to attract attention?

But the two people beside him were no less than Mu Rong, and Yang Qinglan was even more unparalleled.

"Do you need bulletproof vests and weapons?" Zheng Qing asked without batting an eye, having witnessed Li Changzhou's witty remarks before.

This is reality. You can use any equipment, there are no equipment slot restrictions, you can wear anything you can wear, and you can carry anything you can carry.

"I don't need it anymore," Li Qianxia said first.

She is a speed-type character with a lightweight and form-fitting vest, so a bulletproof vest would only increase her weight.

“One for me and one for Miss Yang, and another for a powerful flamethrower,” Li Changzhou said.

He has "skin reinforcement," but he's not entirely confident that he can block mosquitoes' mouthparts.

Needless to say, Yang Qinglan has such delicate skin that you could squeeze water out of it. What else can you do besides look at, touch, and smell her?

Li Changzhou licked his lips, feeling a little thirsty; he had only drunk a small sip of water since waking up that morning.

"The bulletproof vest is fine, but the flamethrower won't work," Zheng Qing said.

"Why?" Li Changzhou asked, "A flamethrower is more effective than a gun at dealing with mosquitoes."

“The higher authorities did not approve it,” Zheng Qing explained. “If this office building catches fire, or if important documents, shops, or equipment are destroyed, the consequences will be equally serious.”

She paused, then said as if repeating someone's words, "We can't save him, let him live, but ruin his life."

"I understand." Yang Qinglan nodded, thinking of her bookstore.

“Alright,” Li Changzhou said nonchalantly, “They’re just a bunch of mosquitoes anyway, just wear more clothes. Qianxia, ​​be careful, I’ll mainly protect Miss Yang.”

"Watch me drain their blood!" Li Qianxia spread her hands, her heart pounding five times, and a blood-red steel spear appeared in her palm.

Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan also put on bulletproof vests. The black vests made them look more capable and heroic.

The fat boss didn't ask for the bulletproof vest or the weapon, but took out a pair of crab claw-style boxing gloves from his inventory.

Both the high school student and the female celebrity only asked for bulletproof vests, not weapons.

Everyone was given a headset and a webcam.

"Yijun, please do the scouting first," Zheng Qing said.

"Okay." Tang Yijun said without further ado and headed towards Building A.

He took two steps, and his body turned the color of an armored vehicle, his feet turned the black of tires, and his head turned the color of the sky.

If he hadn't been moving and everyone hadn't been watching him, they would have really thought he had disappeared.

Wherever Tang Yijun went, his body changed to the colors of the surroundings, as if God, the painter, was painting the world with paint, and he was painted along with it.

He reached the bottom of Building A and climbed up like a gecko.

As he moved further and further away, those with low perception could no longer find him, but they still couldn't hide from Li Changzhou's 4-point perception.

"Mosquitoes mainly rely on their sense of smell, right?" the fat boss asked Zheng Qing with a puzzled look.

"Besides changing color and climbing, Yijun also has the ability to conceal its scent," Zheng Qing explained. "We are also prepared to provide cover for the rescuers to carry out the rescue after the soldiers have attracted the mosquitoes' attention."

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