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"Sorry, sir!" the recruit shouted, taking one last look at the Declaration of Independence in the statue's hand.

Am I fighting for this?The recruit thought.

Just as he was lost in thought, a black shadow flashed past them.The recruits looked over immediately, and under the noon sun, everything in front of them was peaceful and peaceful, except for the sound of waves coming from New York Harbor not far away, there was nothing.

The patrol team went in another direction, and the recruits had to turn their heads and keep up with their comrades, thinking that they had misread.

But he was not mistaken, that shadow was Murakami who had just returned from the city.

400 years of practice allowed him to run in a short period of time at a speed beyond the reaction of ordinary people's eyesight. Only high-speed cameras can barely capture his figure, and combined with his strange pace, he is like a ray of light that does not exist in this world. shadow.

Relying on this speed, Murakami passed through the army's defense line and returned to the top of the goddess statue.

"Boss, I'm back."

It is still a ninety-degree bow full of Japanese style. I have to say that Murakami is a person who is very good at expressing respect. His actions will not make people feel artificial or awkward, and he always holds a just right degree.

After receiving Zhang Ming's response, Murakami straightened his back.

"Boss, I got news from Iron Fist."

"where?"

Murakami nodded, "Underground."

He took out a map of New York City from his pocket and spread it out on the table. There was a complicated subway map on the map. Murakami took a red marker and began to draw along an orange line.

While painting, Murakami said: "Because the United States developed earlier, the construction of New York's underground railway was earlier and more mature than most countries. There are dozens of complex underground railways underground in this city. Most of them provide It is used by the residents of this city, but there are still very few parts that are abandoned for various reasons—”

Murakami finally drew a circle at the end of the orange subway line.

"The iron fist is hidden here."

"Queens?" Zhang Ming remembered that Peter's home was nearby.

"Yes."

"Is the news accurate?" Zhang Ming asked.

Murakami handed over a detailed document with several photos and some written records. He said: "This is the information I provided from the secret line of the Hand. They cooperated with Jin and thoroughly investigated the entire New York City. , in terms of lead acquisition channels, it has an advantage over us.”

"Credible?" Zhang Ming asked this dark thread.

"He's as credible as I am," Murakami said.

Zhang Ming nodded and understood what he meant.

Murakami's positioning of himself is very accurate, a guy driven by death and profit, this kind of person can betray everyone, except himself.

As long as it is profitable for him, the most loyal friend.

"Boss, I suggest you act as soon as possible. The Hand has also obtained this information. If they seize the opportunity, we will be very passive."

"Where's Miyamoto?" Zhang Ming asked.

Murakami said he didn't know, and they split up after leaving the goddess statue.

The bright sunlight outside the window fell on the map, and there was a slight glare. Zhang Ming grabbed the map.

"Then let's set off now and invite this Mr. Iron Fist back." Zhang Ming turned around and said to Didala who was ready to act: "You don't have to go, the explosive ninjutsu underground is not suitable for you, and we also need it." Stay here alone."

Of course, this is only part of the reason. The most important thing is that Zhang Ming can't let Didala launch an explosion in the center of New York. God knows how many casualties it will cause.

Didara gave an OK gesture.

Recently, after Zhang Ming opened Z's social platform, Didala played the most, and posted photos of some of his artworks from time to time, and wrote the detailed introduction below.

At first Zhang Ming thought it would be all scolding, but after two days, of course there were scolding, but there were still many voices of appreciation.

Among the followers, some are rough men who pursue excitement, like explosions and gunpowder, and some are women, mainly mature women in their twenties to thirties, who like Didara's color value……

Z, who is the big devil, lost to the face value party again.

It was the first time that Didala was watched and admired by so many people. In the past two days, she was so beautiful from ear to ear. It didn't matter to Zhang Ming if he didn't take him along. He was interacting with netizens while holding his mobile phone.

Zhang Ming and Murakami moved, one relied on absolute speed, the other relied on editing, and left the Statue of Liberty silently.After a simple disguise, head to Queens.

They first took the subway to the terminal station, then avoided the staff and cameras, quietly climbed over the protective fence, and walked deep into the subway tunnel.

"Turn left."

At a fork in the road, Murakami, who was leading the way, pointed to the left.

The rails on the right show signs of long-term use and maintenance, and there are lights overhead, while the left is almost completely dark.

Murakami has practiced "qi" and has a certain night vision ability. Zhang Ming closed his eyes, turned on the night vision function of the third-view camera, and continued to move forward based on the images fed back by the camera.

After walking for another five minutes, Murakami suddenly stopped, picked up a chocolate packaging bag from the ground, and smelled the smell inside.

"Open for no more than two days."

"move on."

As they went deeper, there were more and more traces of survival.It can be seen that Iron Fist Daniel is not a guy who is good at hiding traces. He has left too many clues. In the eyes of experts like Murakami, these clues are lights that point the way in the dark.

The further they went, the ground sloped, and they went deeper and deeper, as if this was a road to hell.

Suddenly, Zhang Ming stepped on something and made a slight clicking sound——