Chapter 669

Name:Juvenile Medical God Author:Zhu Mo
After the camp alarm sounded, more military vehicles drove around the headquarters, and some drove out of the camp, probably to pursue the two Indian suspects. However, although there are many cars, they are not as orderly and orderly as before, which makes it possible for Qin Lang and Ma Zhenyong to fish in troubled waters.

To enter the command building of the eight regiments, you need two things:

certificates! Fingerprint scanning!

Only when the documents and fingerprints match, can you enter the gate of the command building.

If Wei Han is allowed to do it, Qin Lang can easily steal a certificate, but without fingerprints, it's just for nothing.

"Niang, it seems that we can only do it when ye Bingcheng comes out. Damn it, he won't stay in it for the rest of his life. " Ma Zhenyong scolded in a low voice. He thought the action tonight was not going well at all.

"My grass! Let's not let people eat. This damn Indian spy of NIMA makes us not even have dinner! " Ma Zhenyong is swearing, and some soldiers in the eighth regiment camp are swearing too. This group of soldiers may be on guard alternately. It's their turn to have dinner at this moment. As a result, as soon as they have supper, the alarm sounds, so these people can only take the steamed bread and drive over while eating it, running towards a military vehicle.

"There's a chance!" Qin Lang suddenly came up with an idea, and then he played the flute with a very low voice and a few unseen voices.

Ma Zhenyong can't figure out what Qin Lang is up to, but because he has seen Qin Lang's strange methods, Ma Zhenyong can only expect Qin Lang to continue to create miracles.

And Qin Lang did. In an instant, a group of bats rushed to the soldiers who were eating the steamed bread. The sudden "attack" made the soldiers not care what steamed bread to eat, and quickly threw away the steamed bread to drive away these damn bats. However, these soldiers did not notice that when the bat "raided", three of them had their passes stolen by Wei Han.

Wei Han is not a special thief, but with his skill and his flexible fingers to control concealed weapons, he can be faster and more secretive than any thief.

Three passes, easy to get!

The soldiers climbed into the military vehicle, unaware that the pass had been stolen.

"ID's there, and fingerprints?" Ma Zhenyong admired Qin Lang's methods, but he didn't know how Qin Lang could "steal" the fingerprints of the three people without moving.

"The fingerprints are here." Qin Lang points to the steamed bread that falls on the ground. He picks up one of the pieces of steamed bread, and then touches a small bottle from the bag on his body, and sprays the liquid in the bottle on the steamed bread. Soon, there were several clear black fingerprints on the bread.

Ma Zhenyong of course knows that these fingerprints were left on by the soldiers just now. After all, many people will squeeze some fingerprints on the surface of the steamed bread when they hold the steamed bread with their hands. But Qin Lang easily makes these fingerprints very obvious, which is a little magical.

However, Ma Zhenyong then saw the real "magic". Qin Lang threw the steamed bread with fingerprints to Wei Han. In a flash of sword light, Wei Han immediately peeled the half of the steamed bread, leaving only a piece of steamed bread skin. Even the most skilled cosmetic surgeon, I'm afraid, is not worth mentioning compared with Wei Han.

The three steamed bread skins were peeled off by Wei Han. Then Qin Lang, Ma Zhenyong and Wei Han pasted a piece of steamed bread skins on their palms, took their certificates and strode towards the command building of the eighth regiment.

Because of the camp alarm, there are many people going in and out of the command building. Although they still check their certificates, the strength of checking one by one will definitely weaken.

Drop!

Qin Lang handed in his certificate and scanned the fingerprint identification area of his hand. He passed the test easily.

Ma Zhenyong and Weihan also passed the gate guard smoothly and entered the hall of the command building.

However, it is only the first step of the plan. Their goal is to catch Ye Bingcheng, but now they don't know exactly where he is.

"Keep up with that Colonel!" Ma Zhenyong was not vague at the critical moment, and his mind turned fast. He recognized that Yao Xianghua, the head of the eighth regiment, was a colonel with a beer belly who had just entered the headquarters. Seeing Yao Xianghua look nervous and anxious, I know that this guy must have something to report, and the report object must be ye Bingcheng.

Qin Lang immediately understood the situation, and the three followed Yao Xianghua into the elevator.

The elevator stopped on the eleventh floor of the command building.

Yao Xianghua went to the top office.

At this time, the three Qin and Lang didn't immediately follow, because the corridor was full of armed soldiers, which was heavily guarded.

Qin Lang must make sure Ye Bingcheng is here before he can start.

Yao Xianghua arrives at the edge of the office door and waits for a moment before entering.

With Yao Xianghua's position in the eighth regiment, the only person who can make him wait at the door is undoubtedly Ye Bingcheng.

Ma Zhenyong noticed this, so he nodded to Qin Lang and reminded him that ye Bingcheng should be there.

Qin Lang also nodded, because at the moment when the office opened, Qin Lang heard a voice coming in. It was Ye Bingcheng's voice. Previously, Qin Lang had heard Ye Bingcheng's voice in the headquarters of the eighth and Fourth Armies, and he could not remember it wrong.

"Do it!" Qin Lang gives instructions to Wei Han.

There are 14 soldiers in the passage, all of them are well-trained elite soldiers, but for Wei Han, it's just a matter of raising one's hand. Even if these people didn't see the action of Wei Han's hand clearly, they were already hit by the flying needle, and the whole body was paralyzed rapidly.

Just now Ma Zhenyong held the gun with paralyzed bullet in his hand, but he obviously had no chance to shoot.

However, the channel here is equipped with a monitor. Although the monitor has been damaged by Qin Lang, the people in the monitoring room will surely detect the problem soon, so Qin Lang will not have much time to act.

Bang!

Wei Han kicks the door of Ye Bingcheng's room.

Qin Lang and Ma Zhenyong followed.

But just as the three entered the room, they all had a lot of little red dots on them, which means they have been targeted by many guns at the same time.

In the middle of the room, there was an ambush of guards.

Although all three of them are wearing bullet proof vests, everyone knows that bullet proof vests are not omnipotent, especially bullet proof vests can not prevent your head from exploding.

"You three fools, Luo Haichuan sent you to die!"

In the room, a middle-aged officer glanced at the three of Qin Lang with disdain, "Luo Haichuan wants to behead me, which is too tender! I can be the boss of the eighth, fourth and third armies. Of course, there are some cards in my hand! Three of you think I dare not kill you? You died here tonight. It was all done by spies! "

"Bottom card? Who hasn't? " Qin Lang looked at Ye Bingcheng with more disdain, as if he was looking at a prisoner.