Zhao Ming was lucky and didn't fall down while sitting in the booth. Thinking of Zhang Wen who had just left, he quickly ran out of the restaurant.

The people on the street were even more miserable. The injured were crying for help in the smoke and dust. Various wreckage was scattered on the ground. The smell of burning was filling the air. This scene... was simply like hell.

People nearby who were not injured rushed over to rescue the injured, and Zhao Ming was also looking around for Zhang Wen's whereabouts.

Zhao Ming admires the lively and cheerful Zhang Wen. Although he is not his favorite type, it does not prevent him from treating her as a friend. There are many people injured now. The sooner they are sent to the hospital for treatment, the more likely they will survive.

hope.

Although in a certain sense, Zhao Ming and Zhang Wen are not from the same country, they have met each other after all, and Zhao Ming will not ignore them.

The explosion range was not large, and Zhao Ming quickly discovered Zhang Wen lying unconscious on the ground.

Perhaps it was because Zhang Wen was not at the center of the explosion and was blocked by others. Her body was still intact, her arms and legs were still there, and there were no obvious wounds on her body.

Zhao Ming breathed a sigh of relief, picked her up and ran to the nearest hospital.

In order to save people, Zhao Ming did not care about hiding his clumsiness. He supported Zhang Wen with his strong arms, and his legs exploded with powerful force to push him forward. His extraordinary agility allowed Zhao Ming to easily avoid pedestrians and various obstacles on the road.

It is as fast as a bicycle.

People on the street were panicked and couldn't help but glance sideways. They were surprised that Zhao Ming's weak body could explode at such an astonishing speed.

"What amazing Chinese Kung Fu!" A young black man on the roadside said to his companion, "It would be great if I could get to know him."

"You want to challenge him?"

"What? No! I want to become his disciple."

By the time Zhao Ming sent Zhang Wen to the hospital for rescue, he was out of breath from exhaustion. It seemed that his physical fitness needed to be strengthened.

Because she arrived early, Zhang Wen received timely rescue and was soon out of danger. The shock wave generated by the explosion shook Zhang Wen's internal organs quite a bit, and she was probably going to have to stay in the hospital for a while.

In a single ward, Zhang Wen was lying quietly on the bed, with various medical equipment wrapped around her arms. Zhao Ming was sitting on a chair on the side to rest.

Zhao Ming had not thought about it before trying to save people. Now that he calmed down, he realized that not only was Zhang Wen seriously injured this time, but he also almost confessed. If he had just finished breakfast and returned to the street... maybe

It was blown up.

Damn it, I have just tied up a system, and when it is developing in a wretched way, do you want me to accidentally die in a terrorist attack?

The more Zhao Ming thought about it, the angrier he became. These terrorists were really abominable, and they must pay with blood!

No, I don’t seem to be bleeding... No matter, if I offend you, Uncle Zhao, I will kill you!

The system has released a new task.

Fight against terrorist organizations 1: Find the terrorists who launched the attack and hand them over to the police. Mission reward: 3 attribute points, 100 energy points.

The door to the ward opened, and a young woman walked in. She looked at Zhang Wen on the bed and asked Zhao Ming, "How is she?"

"The doctor said that her internal organs were concussed and she would be fine after resting in bed for a while. Are you?"

"My name is Zhang Lili, Zhang Wen's aunt. I came here immediately after hearing the news. Are you the one who sent Zhang Wen here? Thank you very much this time."

"My name is Zhao Ming, and I happened to meet Zhang Wen when I came to New York. I met her at the breakfast shop in the morning and chatted for a few words. Unexpectedly, the bomb exploded as soon as she walked onto the street."

"Thank you, Zhao Ming. Zhang Wen's parents have already flown over, and they will definitely express their gratitude by then."

"To put it bluntly, I just happened to meet you at the right time, and it was just a matter of effort. Besides, Zhang Wen and I are considered acquaintances, and we will definitely not sit idly by."

Zhang Wen has her aunt taking care of her, so Zhao Ming doesn't have to worry. Now, it's time to settle the score with the terrorists.

Moments before the explosion, Zhao Ming activated his mind-reading technique on the Middle Eastern young man. It didn't last long, but he also obtained some useful information.

This man's name was Abu, and he was also a terrorist. He was carrying a backup bomb. Because his accomplices had already planted the bomb before, he retreated first, and Zhao Ming happened to see him.

From Abu's mind, Zhao Ming "saw" the appearance of their hiding place, but there was no specific address, which required further research on his own.

Fortunately, this world also has a map service similar to Street View. With the help of the system, Zhao Ming quickly found the hiding place of Abu and his gang.

After completing a bomb attack, the terrorists may leave with them. Once they leave, it will be difficult to find them again. After all, Zhao Ming is only one person and does not have the resources of S.H.I.E.L.D.

An hour later, Zhao Ming arrived outside the terrorist's hideout.

At this moment, several terrorists inside were watching TV in the hideout. There were many wires, electronic parts and other things messily placed on the table, and there were many chemicals piled on the floor. It didn't look serious at first glance.

stuff.

What was shown on the TV was the explosion that had just occurred. The police had classified it as a terrorist attack and were appealing to anyone with information on the TV to provide clues.

"The leader called just now and congratulated us on our success!" A small terrorist leader with a big beard put down the phone in his hand and said to the other terrorists.

"Then when can we leave? If we stay here for a long time, the American police will find us sooner or later." Abu asked with some worry.

"The leader said, let us find an opportunity to attack again, and then return home in batches."

"Ah? Attack again?"

You know, this attack happened in a big city in the United States, and it happened when an international marathon was being held. The impact was very bad, and it almost stung a hornet's nest.

The New York City police, FBI, and CTU must all be mobilized, and they will not stop until the attacker is found. To launch an attack at this time is to hit someone with a gun, and it is no different from committing suicide.

"What, Abu, are you unwilling to devote your life to Allah? Think about the compatriots who were killed and injured by the Americans, and think about the oath you swore before coming here." The bearded leader said with a gloomy face.

"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Dong dong dong...

Before Abu could tell, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Who?" The bearded man grabbed the pistol on the table and asked warily.

"Open the door, it's me." The person outside shouted.

"Oh." The bearded man agreed, put down his pistol, and walked towards the door. It seemed that he had no doubts about such an obvious perfunctory answer.

"Don't open the door!" Abu shouted quickly.

However, the bearded man ignored it and opened the door without warning, as if their leader was coming in.

Damn it!

Abu and the other terrorists had no time to think, so they raised various weapons as quickly as possible, pointed them at the door, and turned on the safety. If the situation went wrong, they would not hesitate to open fire, and there would be consequences if they fell into the hands of the enemy.

They know very well what the consequences will be.

As terrorists, they are not protected by any international law and have no human rights. They have long been aware of this.

These people who were sent to the United States to cause trouble have all received anti-interrogation training and have experienced all kinds of cruel torture. Although there is no guarantee that they will be able to endure it to the end, one or two surprise interrogations cannot pry open the door.

of their mouths.

Confusion is a very powerful skill. It does not require the memory of the target to be obtained in advance. It only requires the caster to make certain psychological hints, and the target will automatically make up the corresponding image based on its own memory.

So, when the bearded man opened the door, he saw a bald man with a hooked nose standing at the door.

"Chief, why are you here?" The bearded man asked in surprise.

When Abu and the others heard Big Beard's words, they took a closer look and realized, isn't it? This is the leader they respect.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone." Zhao Ming said as he walked into the living room through the passage that the bearded man made way and sat down on the sofa.

Abu and others gathered around, and together with the bearded man, they stood respectfully opposite Zhao Ming, waiting for Zhao Ming's instructions.

"I came here this time because I received news that there is a traitor among us." Zhao Ming continued unhurriedly.

Several terrorists on the opposite side looked at each other with wary eyes and distanced themselves from each other.

"Now, let's find out this judgment together and give him the punishment he deserves." Zhao Ming turned to the bearded man, "In order to prevent unnecessary harm, I will tie you up temporarily and you will do it."

"Yes, leader." The bearded man did not doubt that he was there, took the tape and began to tie people up.

The first person to be tied up was Abu, because he was the one who talked too much just now, and the bearded man was avenging his personal revenge, so he was tied up with extra force.

The terrorists all felt that they were innocent and did not resist. They all wanted to find this so-called "traitor" as soon as possible.

Finally, Zhao Ming took matters into his own hands and tied up the bearded man.

Gradually, the terrorists felt something was wrong.

Even if the leader tied everyone to chairs, why did he even seal their mouths?

Didn't he say that he wanted to find the traitor? Why didn't the leader ask any questions and just stared at everyone's heads?

Did the traitor have the words "I am a traitor" written on his head?

Of course, there is no writing on the terrorist's head, and it doesn't look good either. Zhao Ming is actually performing an enhanced version of the mind-reading soul-searching technique.

It turns out that the lair of these bastards is here... Well, there are quite a lot of weapons and equipment, so I "recycled" them later...

After a while, Zhao Ming "searched" these terrorists one by one and got all the information he wanted to know. He even "saw" the GPS coordinates of their base.

Zhao Ming returned to the sofa and sat down, and said slowly and logically: "It may not be appropriate to say he is a traitor. To be precise, he is an undercover agent."

The terrorists looked at Zhao Ming with question marks on their foreheads, wondering what game he was playing.

"I have found this undercover agent."

The terrorists' eyes widened with surprise and expectation.
Chapter completed!