Rick logs into the internal system of the Secret Service on the computer and finds the task delivery interface of Peregrine Falcon.

Peregrine Falcon is the code name of a mercenary. Rick did not see him but knew that the mercenary was from the Arctic Fox Mercenary Corps.

The Arctic Fox Mercenary Corps is strange. Some of its information can also be found on the Internet. This organization is not a company but a real mercenary team. It ranks sixth among the top ten mercenary organizations in the world. Not being in the top five doesn't mean their strength is average. On the contrary, the combat effectiveness of this mercenary corps is very strong. The US military ranks them sixth only because they have only 34 members. Most of these members are retired members of the special forces of the United States and other European special forces. Most of them are employed by private individuals or the government to carry out some tasks that violate international law, such as kidnapping and assassination. It was previously recorded that a Chinese soldier also participated in this force.

Peregrine Falcon is this Chinese soldier.

Rick's eyes remained on the task delivery interface, and his face was somewhat uncertain.

Kelly has been appointed to carry out the assassination task. Rick doesn't know why Kelly chose Peregrine Falcon. Maybe he has completed several lists in the Middle East before. Rick rubbed his forehead and sent out the task. Next, he needs to wait for the reply from Peregrine Falcon.

Walking back and forth in the office, Rick was worried. He went to the window and looked out. After confirming that no one was nearby, he entered a list of addresses on the computer.

A TXT text pops up on the screen. Rick enters some text on it, and then clicks the fork in the upper right corner of the text. The text disappeared on the screen. Rick was relieved. He knew that the message had been sent, so he could only see how to deal with it.

The information just sent belongs to one-way operation. After the information is transmitted, it cannot be reversed, and the transmission channel will immediately close and self destruct. Unless found on the spot, no trace will be found after the operation is completed. Just like a person talking to a tree hole, after that, nothing will be left in the tree hole.

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

……

In Liujiang base, a red light is on a machine in the monitoring room. A staff member pressed the above button and began to view the content displayed on the screen.

"Please inform the Intelligence Section of the National Security Agency that the" Tree Hole "system of the No. 5 intelligence station has received a message." The staff will convey the information and make records.

"Intelligence Station Five?" After receiving the notice, Han Zhengxian stood up from the chair in his office with a somewhat shocked expression.

"All the personnel on duty at this information station died on the day of the mutation. I have read the statistical report at that time, and none of them survived." Chiang Chin felt his chin and said what he had learned.

"This news comes from the comrades who used to contact with the intelligence station on a single line. The level of importance is not clear at present, and the people in our intelligence station who have contacted this person have been sacrificed. It is not easy to do this." Han Zheng first walked a few steps in the office, came to a large screen, and looked at some bright spots still flashing on it.

Han Zhengxian was the head of the information section. When the disaster broke out, his department lost a lot. After being transferred to Liujiang Base, the work of the Intelligence Section began to shrink. Many intelligence stations had to give up because of the sacrifice of personnel. However, in recent years, there has been no major event between countries, and there are few situations that need their attention. Just now, a disused intelligence station suddenly showed that it had received information from outside, which really surprised Chief Han.

"Intelligence work is no trivial matter. We need to send someone to Intelligence Station 5 at once." Han Zheng decided first and said to Jiang Qin, "Xiao Jiang, you are always responsible for information archiving. You should be familiar with the situation before Intelligence Station 5."

"Well, this station is in Ningbo," Jiang Qin thought for a moment and said, "we currently have no staff in the nearby area. If we need to arrange staff, we can only borrow people from other places."

"It's easy to say. I can coordinate," Han Zheng nodded first. "Tell me about your arrangement."

"OK," Jiang Qin walked to the map hanging on the wall and said with his finger at a place in Bianzhou City, "according to the information I sorted out, there is no complete military force in Ningbo, and the nearest camp is the Jilongshan Refuge in Bianzhou City."

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"The number of people in this shelter is about 2000. The provincial garrison is responsible for managing and maintaining public security, and the number of soldiers will not exceed 300." Jiang Qin continued, "The transfer from here requires the coordination of Chief Han, and in addition, it also requires passing through Shaoxing, Yuyao and other places. The journey will not be easy."

"I see." Han Zheng took his eyes off the map first. "I'm going to find Lao Shao."

……

Liu Jiajun had just finished a group of bench presses while lying on the bench. He stood up and picked up the towel hanging on the shelf beside him to wipe his sweat. A professional exercise program ended with bench presses, and he still felt a little more than he wanted.

This is the beginning of the third month of the disaster. He has lost contact with many of his partners. In addition to spending time in the villa with fitness, he occasionally practices shooting.

Liu Jiajun's villa is located in a wealthy community called "Chunjiang Huayue" on the bank of Qiantang River. The villa is large. In addition to a garden in the front and back, there are two deep basements underneath.

As a graphic model, Liu Jiajun works freely, so he often travels around the world. As a mixed race Chinese, he is very famous in the modeling circle because of his handsome appearance, tall and straight posture, and strong body.

The villa has been specially renovated, and its functions have gone far beyond the scope of life needs. The decoration of the upper floor is very luxurious, and dozens of rooms are distributed in the space of three floors. The outdoor balcony is also very spacious. Several comfortable lounge chairs are used to facilitate the owner to enjoy the sun. A pool with rockery is near the railing. In the basement at the bottom, as many as six rooms are used to store all kinds of living materials and firearms and ammunition. Two standby generators and a complete civil water purification system are installed inside. The pipes of the water purification system are directly connected to the Qiantang River more than 100 meters away.

Another identity of Liu Jiajun is a mercenary, that is, a killer. He is known as the "peregrine falcon" in this unknown circle. Many senior officials in many countries know his code name, but few people have seen his real face, and no one knows that the model Liu Jiajun is the "peregrine falcon".

In the past, many friends liked to open a party in Liu Jiajun's villa. The villa faces the river, and the decoration facilities are first-class. The owner of the villa is humorous, handsome and generous. Many beautiful models who come to the party are trying to create some opportunities to stay overnight.

There are many women who want to give up their arms, but Liu Jiajun is always calm. The man who licks blood on the blade will not indulge in the gentle countryside, let alone his world-class killer.

The women around him come and go like clouds. Liu Jiajun does not alienate them, but often uses them as a cover and disguise. Not only that, he also often participated in various model competitions and commercial performances. In the words of his friends, he was "wherever there is a camera and a spotlight, there is him".

This is the truth of the so-called "dark under the light". Liu Jiajun is very familiar with the world's psychology. Although he is young, his IQ is much higher than that of ordinary people because of mixed race children. He has received various kinds of education and training since he was young, and he has never interrupted his study and training in the past few years in China.

"The last person who died in his own hands was a prince in the Middle East." Liu Jiajun put a towel around his neck, and his feet had already stepped on the treadmill. Some past memories also began to help him pass the boring time. "This poor guy is just because he is ahead in succession to the throne, and he himself belongs to the pro Chinese faction in China."

"It's really complicated between countries," Liu Jiajun sighed. He was born in America, and his mother was a Chinese of rice origin. When he took over the task of assassinating the prince from an informant of the Department of Homeland Security, he felt that it would not be easy. There was a big chess game behind this action.

Liu Jiajun knows that if the prince becomes the climate, then he is likely to use his influence to promote the process of the League of Arab States on the RMB settlement of oil. However, if he does not take this job, there will be others to take it. The identity and position of the prince doomed that his life would not be quiet.

"You have received a new message," a sweet female voice came from the specially made mobile phone, and the screen also flashed with the sound.

Liu Jiajun walked down from the treadmill, picked up the mobile phone beside him, and opened a program on it.

"New task!" A striking red circle in the task system jumped into his eyes. After such a long time, the outside world has already undergone earth shaking changes. Liu Jiajun once thought that the world had been destroyed, and the surviving human beings would die in oblivion.

The finger that pressed down trembled slightly. After Liu Jiajun opened the message, the first inspection system jumped out. He pressed his thumb, and the system needed to match his fingerprint.

"Di," the mobile phone gave a clear beep, indicating that the inspection was qualified.

Liu Jiajun held the mobile phone in front of him and let the red light shining from it point to the pupil of his left eye. This was the second test. The buzzer sounded again.

"Look at what role needs to be removed this time," Liu Jiajun said to himself. "The Liuyin Hotel, no survivors."

In the task description, there was no introduction of the target's identity, which surprised Liu Jiajun. He knew that the task came from the core department of the US government, but it was the first time that he did not tell the target's identity.

"Leave no survivors... That's enough," Liu Jiajun turned off the treadmill, walked out of the gym, turned the stairs and went to his studio.

A map of Bianzhou City was spread on the table in front of Liu Jiajun. He took out his pen and ruler to measure and mark it. He has already finished this task. The moment he clicks "OK", Cai Wenyue will receive a confirmation message. As for the column of task conditions, Liu Jiajun did not fill in a word. Although the other side expressed the attitude that the conditions were open to him, the world is now like this, and he still has nothing to need. The reason why Liu Jiajun took this job was just to find a reason for him to go out and breathe, and only after taking this job did he feel that he was still the "peregrine falcon" that made people afraid.