Chapter 1,167 Backdoor Program!

With the help of his younger brothers, Brother Hu covered his head with clothes and limped back to the hotel on North Street.

Because he was dishonest when getting tattoos, he was beaten very badly and looked quite miserable.

Under the curious gazes of others, he walked through the hall with his head buried, and returned to his room with the help of his younger brother.

After slamming the door behind him and tearing off the clothes covering his head, Brother Hu quickly walked to the mirror.

I saw two cats stabbed on that face, one fat and one thin. As his facial muscles twitched, they came alive under the light.

Brother Hu suddenly looked desperate.

"Hu, Brother Hu," the boy said flatteringly, the muscles on his face were trembling, and he tried hard to suppress the laughter that was almost unbearable. He handed over the iodine and cotton swabs with trembling hands, "You, please wipe it first. Apply medicine."

After knocking over the iodine and cotton swabs that were handed to him, Brother Hu stared at himself in the mirror with a face filled with resentment, with blazing fire burning in his pupils.

"Brother Hu, are we just going to let it go?" Another boy said with a face full of grief and anger.

"How could it be that we just let it go?" Brother Hu said sadly.

Originally, the man named Shura was almost caught, but he escaped right under his nose. He looked at people who might know him and went up to interrogate him, but twenty burly men came forward and not only repaired him, but also painted two cats on his face...

Just twenty people.

I have five hundred guns at my disposal!

Even those high-ranking leaders of the Survivor Alliance sitting in the Pan-Asia Building had to be polite to me. Who does that guy count?

Brother Hu carefully compared the man's face with the faces in his memory, and in the end he couldn't match it with any extraordinary name. And judging by that accent, he's not even a native of Shangjing City.

Presumably they were mercenaries who followed the caravan and came to Beijing. They had only been here on Ping An Street for a few days.

For this stupid young man, a local snake like him has plenty of ways to deal with him!

Smiling coldly, Brother Hu already had a plan in mind.

"Keep an eye on them.

"

"The younger one has already ordered people to do it." A younger brother hurried forward and smiled sinisterly, "Our people will be guarding the four gates. Unless they hide in Ping'an Street forever and never come out, hehe... …”

"Very good." Nodding approvingly, Brother Hu paused for a moment, glanced at himself in the mirror in humiliation, stayed silent for a long time, and then gritted his teeth and said, "...find me a mask."

"Yes." The younger brother nodded and hurriedly ran out the door.

"Brother Hu, where is... that Shura?" The boy who handed over the iodine and cotton swabs asked cautiously.

"Keep staring at him. Even if you search the entire Shangjing City, you still have to find him for me!" The anger in his pupils was burning even more than before. Brother Hu gritted his teeth, as if he had a deep hatred for this name. He paused and said, "I'm going to chop him alive with one knife!"

…

Under the watch of a group of troublemakers, Jiang Chen slowly left the Hell Messenger Bar with the guards behind him.

As for the bottle of "Tagongue Blue", he threw it into the storage space and prepared to take it back to Lin Ling for testing.

The man named Shura said something very interesting. Maybe it is what he said. In another two hundred years, the survivors in the wasteland will have almost figured out which alien species can be eaten and which parts are delicious. .

Jiang Chen agreed very much with this.

Alien species cannot be used as food. This is just a bloody lesson learned by the survivors in the wasteland for more than 20 years. This is not comprehensive after all. Since exotic meat can be refined into a nutritional mixture, it also means that this alien species still has nutrients that can be absorbed by the human body.

Maybe after I return, I should set up a research institute to study how to turn inedible alien species into treasure?

Of course, no matter how precious the thing is, he will not put it in his mouth.

"Boss, where are we going now?" Lu Fan asked in a low voice, walking next to Jiang Chen.

After glancing at the dark night and guessing that it was getting late, Jiang Chen said casually.

"Just find a place to rest."

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and by this time, the four gates of Ping'an Street were basically closed. Unless he reveals his identity, it is absolutely impossible for the guards guarding the city to open the city gate specifically for him.

However, Jiang Chen doesn't plan to expose his identity just yet. He still has things to do on this street.

On the way out of Beimen Commercial Street, Lu Fan, who was walking half a step behind Jiang Chen, suddenly narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice.

"Someone is following us."

With his expression as usual, Jiang Chen said softly and casually.

"who?"

After being silent for a long time, Lu Fan's expression darkened slightly and he whispered.

"he's gone……"

"Gone?" Jiang Chen was a little surprised and turned to look at Lu Fan, "Are you sure you are gone?"

"Yes... he gave up on his own initiative. He may have noticed that his whereabouts were exposed." Lu Fan lowered his head with a look of shame on his face, "... It's because his subordinates are incompetent."

"It's not your fault," Jiang Chen looked away and said calmly, "It only means that his anti-detection ability is relatively strong. Let brothers keep an eye on that person. If you see that person again, bring him directly in front of me. Come."

"Yes!" Lu Fan said solemnly.

Who is the one?

Jiang Chen didn't know and didn't bother to care.

No one can hurt him.

This is not only his confidence in his own strength, but also his full trust in the twenty personal guards around him.

Many people here have been following him for four years, and there are even the first batch of knights who were canonized. Whether it is loyalty or strength, there is no doubt.

Why should we be afraid of just one or two rats?

On the street outside Beimen Commercial Street, Jiang Chen randomly picked a hotel that looked pretty good. After paying 30 Yajing for a room for himself and the twenty guards behind him, he took over the entire top floor, and he also moved into the most luxurious presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel.

It is said to be a presidential suite, but all facilities are very basic.

After simply taking a shower and lying down on the clean bedding, Jiang Chen received a message from Ayesha.

It is about the 2020 U.S. election. The attachment contains all the information about John F. Kennedy, the candidate recommended by the Boston Consortium. This information has obviously been processed by professionals. It is so clean and beautiful that it is hard to say anything.

After reading this information from cover to cover, even Jiang Chen, a foreigner, couldn't help but vote for him.

Of course, Jiang Chen knew it very well.

There are no absolutely pure politicians in this world.

The clearer the information, the more it proves that what he is hiding is deeper and more ulterior.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Chen typed four words on the holographic screen with his fingers.

[Acting cheaply]

Then clicked Send.

He believed that Aisha would make the right choice for him.

However, not long after this message was sent, Jiang Chen turned off the holographic screen and was about to turn over and fall asleep, when the blue light particles gathered again, and Jane's holographic bust appeared beside him. .

She looked serious and said in a cold electronic voice.

"Warning, a backdoor program has been detected in the wrist-mounted computer, and the intrusion is in progress..." (To be continued.)