Peter Lee had made a mistake. When he heard that the spies in the police station had leaked information to him that someone had called the police again, he had made an empirical mistake. He had thought that the new person would be like the bicycle Girl, the irritable veteran, and others. As long as he gave the order, the security guards would quickly find the person who had called the police from the nearby woods.

However, from day to night, they didn’t even find a hair, let alone the figure of the police … That was not right. They did find a thrown towel, but they couldn’t determine who it belonged to.

If he had known earlier, he would have chosen to calm down the person who called the police, wait for the police car to arrive, and then order his men to catch the person who called the police … But doing this in front of the police was more or less troublesome because not all the local police would bow to him, so he chose a more direct method, but he didn’t expect that the person who called the police would escape.

He only heard from the police that the caller was called Jeff, and his accent didn’t sound like a local, so he immediately thought of the Jeff he had met in San Francisco when they entered the desert together.

Jeff was a very common name, but he didn’t believe in coincidences.

In the final stage of the desert Trip, Zhang Zian had caused him a lot of trouble. Some of which he knew, some of which he had speculated after the event, and some that he didn’t know or think of.

In any case, the trip to the desert was a complete failure. He was willing to gamble and accept his loss, but among the reasons for his loss, he thought that Zhang Zian only accounted for a very small factor. The main reason was that he did not expect the ground to collapse in the continuous explosions, as well as the mysterious attack in the Golden Pyramid.

He had never thought of taking revenge on Zhang Zian, mainly because he did not want to enter China because China was not as lenient to him and his organization as the United States states. He did not expect Zhang Zian to come to the United States.

So, the Jeff who called the police was most likely Zhang Zian.

But Peter Lee couldn’t figure out how Zhang Zian escaped. In front of so many security guards and two Dobbies, he disappeared without a trace like a ghost.

He wasn’t afraid of Zhang Zian calling the police. In any case, it would be treated as a fake police report. He was only worried that the FBI would be alerted. That was out of his control, so he had to catch Zhang Zian as soon as possible and not let the news spread out of the forest.

He had focused his search on the woods near the slaughterhouse’s main entrance, because that was the only place where he could see his men subduing the Mexico guy with taser guns … Could it be that there was a problem with the direction of the search? However, other than that side …

He suddenly remembered the drone that had played a big role in the desert Trip, and his heart turned cold.

At that time, he and his men also wanted to bring the drone into Egypt, but they were stopped by the Egyptian customs. Because the expedition team had the official endorsement of Binhai University, they successfully brought the drone in, and it had been operated by Zhang Zian.

If it was a drone, then it could be explained.

He didn’t think of it during the day, and he didn’t look up at the sky at all. If he had taken a second look, he would have either caught Zhang Zian or forced Zhang Zian to abandon the plane and escape.

He would wait until tomorrow. As soon as the sun rose, he would adjust the direction of his search. He must catch Zhang Zian tomorrow.

What he did not expect was that Zhang Zian had boldly returned to the slaughterhouse.

The feeling of the slaughterhouse at night was completely different from that of the day.

Zhang Zian looked down at his phone. There was no signal or internet. It seemed that Peter Lee had turned off or interfered with the slaughterhouse’s telecommunication base station in case he called the police again.

It was a pity. He had planned to upload the video recorded by the drone to the internet, which might attract other people’s attention. If he had uploaded the video first instead of calling the police during the day, the situation might have changed, but it was too late to regret.

At present, there were only about four security guards in the slaughterhouse, all near the door. Two were guarding the door outside, and two were patrolling inside. If anything happened, they could look out for each other. Their hands were on the Taser guns at their waists, and they looked around vigilantly as if they were facing a great enemy. The headlights illuminated the area near the door. The main entrance was the slaughterhouse’s key defense area. If he wanted to break through it, he would have to drive a truck, but Zhang Zian didn’t have a car.

As for the other areas of the slaughterhouse, although there were no security guards patrolling, all kinds of lighting measures made every place as bright as day. There were no blind spots, and the constantly swaying surveillance cameras indicated that there was at least one security guard in the monitoring room. Under such circumstances, the security guards in the monitoring room could not be lazy or slack off.

The biggest problem was the high-voltage power grid that was about three meters high, which was the capital that the security guards dared to go out in full force.

Even the super spy in the movies would be in a difficult situation.

The elves shook their heads at the scene, thinking that it was unrealistic to go in and save them. The optimistic Vladimir also felt that it was not appropriate to attack head-on. It was best to implement a plan to disturb the enemy, making some noise outside to lure the security guards out and break them down one by one.

However, the security guards were not fools. They might not be fooled, and doing so would expose the fact that Zhang Zian was nearby. As long as these four security guards stayed on their posts and contacted the security guards in the forest through the walkie-talkie, Zhang Zian would not be able to escape even if he had wings.

Zhang Zian nodded to the Elfins, indicating that he would not act rashly. He told them not to worry. If they did not have a certain degree of confidence, they would never commit suicide.

He sympathized with Mike, melgen, and Fernando, but he had never met them before, or he had only met them once. He would save them if he could, and if he could not, he had no other choice. It was not worth it to sacrifice his life for them.

After a while, the rustling sound of something dragging across the lawn could be heard in the forest.

Zhang Zian and the Elfins looked back and saw famous jumping out of the darkness with a roll of wires in its mouth.

It ran in front of him, opened its mouth, and the wire fell to the ground.

“There are still a few more scrolls over there. If they’re useful, I’ll go get more.” It said.

Zhang Zian picked up the wire and measured the thickness and weight of the wire with the light of the slaughterhouse.

This was a roll of thin wires. The monitoring camera did not need a thick wire to power it. This was good, too thick would be useless.

“No need, this is enough. You should rest.”

The Elfins stared at him, wondering what he was going to do with the roll of wire and if he could turn something rotten into something magical.

Unexpectedly, he also laid down to rest. He put his hands behind his head, picked up the single-eye night vision device, and put it on one eye. Through the green field of vision, he observed the dark night sky covered with clouds.

“What are you doing?” “Is it time to rest?” fina couldn’t help but ask.

“Fire is the best way to break the special seal,” Zhang Zian mumbled.”Everything is ready, except for the crucial wind.”