Chapter 1787 NO.1 of the Underground Forces (Please Subscribe!)

"Want to cry!"

"Hold on!"

"No tears."

The three French and German scientists kept comforting themselves, calm, must be calm, what is the Nobel Prize, haha, what is cancer, haha, what is HIV, haha.

what! what! what! what!

Woohoo!

maybe.

soon.

In melodious music.

The king came to power.

There was a smile on his face. At this moment, all the cameras were aimed at the three figures with different styles. Many of the people present were very old, and many of them had gone to Myanmar for treatment, and their eyes were friendly.

certainly.

There are also unfriendly ones.

truth.

Many people can't wait to tie the three together and ask for the preparation technology of the transcription stock solution. It is not entirely economical, but also curious, especially scientists, which are really itching.

two years.

No progress, who does not catch blind.

"Congratulations."

"Thank you for your contributions to the world's medical community."

"..."

Facing the media, while thanking, the king muttered in his heart, hoping that the consortium would not make too much trouble, otherwise, Sweden's face would be thrown into the world, and he was helpless.

capital.

Everything is already under control.

king?

It’s good to be able to maintain the status, it’s just to save face, after all, for thousands of years, inheritance, orthodoxy, and bloodline are the marks of this land. With the royal family, capital has hereditary dignity.

otherwise.

pure capital.

No matter how strong.

Just a pile of money, not money with 'honor'.

. . .

"It's not over yet."

outside the concert hall.

At the top of a building, two men dressed in black and holding binoculars looked down nervously. They were transferred from the United States. Thinking back to last month, my heart skipped a beat.

one night.

Hundreds of people died, but they were still elites.

today.

They may have to face the same enemy. Thinking of this, their palms are sweating, and they are walking in the dark. They even know how terrible a hidden opponent is. It is really terrible.

"A9 observation point, normal."

"receive."

every minute.

have to report.

Put down the communicator and continue. The top of the high-rise buildings around the entire concert hall are all their people, two or three groups, monitoring all suspicious people, and there are more people on the ground.

"Forehead."

"what?"

"nothing."

'talk. ’

"I feel like I'm being stared at." One of them frowned. This feeling was strange, not killing intent. He didn't come down from the battlefield for a long time, so he was very sensitive in this regard.

"Which direction?"

"..."

I'm not a god, how do I know.

see.

The companion reacted, yes, it's strange to know, suddenly, the man said again: "I always feel that it is not that we are surrounded by others, but that we are surrounded. I hope I am overhearted."

Just for a moment.

he remembered.

That feeling is the feeling of being ambushed. I didn't care much before, because I was the ambush party, which was impossible, but when I thought of the mystery of that force, I couldn't be sure.

"Surrounded by?"

Companion was stunned.

On intuition.

That person is much stronger than me. I just came out of the CIA and is skilled in professional skills. However, in terms of intuition, compared to the front-line soldiers and elite special soldiers, the gap is not small.

"Sure?"

"Do not."

"what?"

"It just feels weird, so be careful."

Done.

The special soldier squinted his eyes and looked in all directions with his binoculars. He could see his own personnel on the roofs of some buildings. He turned around and found no suspicious people. Everything was terrifyingly normal.

Quiet.

quiet.

Um?

The man suddenly shuddered, it was so quiet, so quiet that the familiar breathing sound was gone. Suddenly, all the hairs on his body stood upright, and he turned his head with difficulty.

companion.

gone.

Instead, it was an unfamiliar face.

now.

He was smiling at him, and that smile, he felt, was more terrifying and terrifying than the smile in any horror movie. Because it was too exciting, he was so frightened that his whole body was stiff for a while, and he couldn't speak at all.

"HELLO."

This sentence.

It was the last word he heard before he woke up.

then.

When it was dark, I didn't know anything.

. . .

"normal."

"normal."

"normal."

"..."

The information from all parties is summarized to the Greek side.

Everything is normal, but this is normal, but it sounds so ironic. Last time I was in the United States, I heard that it was the same. It took a while for people to end their actions before they were discovered.

normal?

The less reassuring.

suddenly.

"There is a situation."

Subordinate reports.

"what?"

The old man came to the spirit.

"There's a fight on Korvero's side."

"coming."

This news made the eyes of the old man light up. He was not afraid of accidents, but he was afraid that the wind would be calm. The people of Kovoro didn't hold out hope.

At this time.

"The Seventeenth Observation Team has lost contact."

"What?"

"There is a message from Kovoro, and their people have also lost contact. Let someone go there." Two bad news in a row, loss of contact, in addition to signal blocking, is death, the latter is more likely.

"Our people are going too."

"Yes."

same.

The news spread everywhere, and about a dozen people drove in the direction reported by Kovoro, overtaking, speeding, and running red lights. The Swedish police on duty at night received the report, but ignored it.

tonight.

Unless it is transferred from headquarters.

otherwise.

Stick to your post, it's an order.

. . .

"get off."

Outside a factory building, more than a dozen off-road vehicles stopped. It is located in the suburbs, and the surrounding area is sparsely populated. Because of the rampant underground forces nearby, the security is poor, and few people come at night.

but.

Kovoro is the No.1 underground force in the world.

in front of it.

These are all younger brothers, but the business is different. Kovoro has broken away from the low-level business model and prefers high-level underground forces. Strictly speaking, it is an upgraded version of the underground forces - the dark forces.

"Be careful."

Dozens of people got off.

Looking at the factory in the distance.

There.

Surrounded by iron fences, some lights in the workshop are still on, and some lights are flashing. According to the mission description, only the people from Kovoro go in, and others are temporarily outside, ready to support at any time.

"superior."

Nearly two dozen heavily armed Kovoros marched against the wall.

"Very professional."

rear.

The people in the consortium kept nodding their heads. The members of Kovolo were all elites among the elites. Looking at it now, it was a well-deserved reputation. A considerable part of the CIA's global intelligence network was controlled by Kovolo.

really.

There are two brushes.

soon.

The people of Kovoro entered the factory.

But ten seconds.

"Da da da!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"..."

The sound of a fierce battle sounded, and the people who were squatting behind became nervous. After nearly half a minute, the sound stopped, and the night returned to the previous silence. They wanted to know the result of the battle.

"Kororo support failed!"

soon.

There is a sound in the earphones.

"New support from Kovoros is coming."

"..."

This style.

It seems a little strange!