Super Plane Traveling

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Time flies quickly, and a week has passed in a flash.

This week, Zhao Ze stayed in the hotel and nothing happened. He didn't even dare to open the door. He lived a small life when he was dressed to stretch out his hands and open his mouth. Anyway, he didn't need to pay for it. The hotel's room service was still in place.

Just as Zhao Ze thought he was going to spend the day like this again, he suddenly heard the phone by the bedside ring.

"I’m Harry Hart, listen to me carefully. From now on, no matter who is knocking on the door, don’t bother you; lock the door from the room, and it’s better to find something heavier on the door. Come on, I'll be right there!"

Before the voice was over, the phone was hung up.

"Xiete!" Zhao Ze cursed, feeling like ten thousand alpacas running by.

It's getting worse!

What happened, do I need to elaborate on it?

There is no doubt that Harry Hart must have been careless for a while and exposed his existence.

Although I don't know why, but since the ace agent said solemnly, it means that the situation must be very critical, then...I am afraid someone will come to silence it next?

The first time he encountered such a thing, Zhao Ze was a little confused for a while.

He has been able to fight since he was a child and he has never suffered in school. This benefits from his good physical fitness, but after all, it is just a fight between ordinary people. Compared with professional agents, he becomes a young man. The child is playing house stuff.

Even if Zhao Ze now has ten seconds of predictive ability, he can't say that he can definitely turn the crisis into peace.

If I knew this, I shouldn't have come to this world in advance...

But now that it’s too late to regret it, it's better to fight to the death, and you will never die for thousands of years!

Zhao Ze acted immediately. He fastened the three locks as quickly as possible, and pushed the sofa on the door diagonally. This was not enough, and he wanted to push the solid wood bed over.

But before he was finished, he heard the doorbell ringing "Ding Dong".

Zhao Ze shook his heart and went back to the inner bedroom, and locked the bedroom door.

The more I thought about the door bell, the more hurried I saw that there was no one in the room. Soon someone outside took the key to poke the keyhole, just because the door was locked from the inside, and the key did not open after a long time.

At this moment, Zhao Ze was extremely thankful that he was staying in an old-fashioned hotel. If he changed to a new-style hotel with electronic control, he would not be able to stop anyone from wanting to enter.

Huh!Huh!Huh!

There was another movement outside the door, this time someone started hitting the door.

The door knocking was very loud. It stands to reason that someone should have come forward at the hotel at this time, but until this time no one was obstructed, indicating that the other party had already settled the hotel.

In other words, this group of people is probably related to Arthur, and only he has this ability.

Probably it was a few hits and didn't break away, the other party was not a fool, and he didn't continue to waste his efforts.

Just as Zhao Ze was wondering how the other party gave up, he suddenly heard a "di", followed by a deafening bang!

exploded?

No, this is someone blowing up the door!

The blast caused the hotel rooms to vibrate. Zhao Ze only felt that his heartbeat was accelerating. He swallowed, trying to calm his mind, and at the same time activated his predictive ability.

From now on, everything he sees will only happen ten seconds later-in other words, he has ten seconds to change everything that happened before!

After the explosion sounded, the other party seemed to speed up. After the door of the room was destroyed, the sofa behind the door also lost its function. The other party easily removed the sofa, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Zhao Ze couldn't hear how many people came, but he thought that there should be no less. He looked around and regretted that there was nothing in the bedroom that could be used as a weapon.

In this way, he confronted a group of professional agents with bare hands.

Zhao Ze took a deep breath, knowing that if he hadn't had the ability to foresee, he would go to the west if he had a face-to-face encounter with others.

Bang!

The bedroom door is far less solid than the door, and the other party broke apart when hit.

Zhao Ze frowned as he watched the few sturdy men who walked in, all armed and wearing hoods.

"You are not royal gentlemen? Who sent you?"

"It doesn't matter who we are, let's go with us." The other party pointed at Zhao Ze with a gun, indicating that he had better not play tricks.

Zhao Ze spread both hands, indicating that he was softened.

People in this job obviously believe in their own strength. There are a total of eight well-trained elites. If they still can't get a hairy boy, then they don't mix up. It's better to go home and farm.

A few people's contempt for Zhao Ze gave him a good opportunity invisibly.

As soon as Zhao Ze passed by among several people, he stretched out his hand, and drew a gun from the right side of one of them thigh like lightning. At the same time, he rolled forward and rushed into the living room.

These people were shocked, but they didn't know that Zhao Ze was shaking in his heart.

With just such an action, he tried no less than ten times before it was considered a success!

Chapter 4 Special Agent's Gun Fighting Technique

The ten-second foresight ability allows Zhao Ze to try his best. Regardless of success or failure, as long as it is within ten seconds, he can try unlimited.

This of course does not mean that Zhao Ze is already invincible in the world. If the opponent is not numb and reacts very quickly, then even if he tries 10,000 times, he will never succeed.

"Don't shoot, catch alive..."

boom!

A few militants did not shoot, it was Zhao Ze who fired.

He knew he had to deal with these people, otherwise he might not be able to make it through Harry Hart.

Zhao Ze never killed anyone, nor did he want to kill for no reason, so his only choice was to disarm the opponent's combat capability.

"what--!"

One of the militants covered his right hand with his left hand, stepped back and fell to the ground.

Obviously, his hand was hit by a bullet.

This guy is so accurate marksmanship!

Several other militants were shocked, knowing that they had encountered tough stubble this time.

The other party fired a shot as soon as he turned around. Both the posture and the action were very irregular. In this case, he dared to make a shot. Where did this kid come from?